Famous peasant girl has a little field

Chapter 64
Han Mei's natal family has been brewing wine for generations. She grew up in a wine vat since she was a child, and she also has an unusual preference for wine.The smell of the wine makes her greedy, but the smell of the wine has exceeded her expectations for her own wine.

After all, several generations of the Han family have been brewing wine, so naturally there is a lot of old wine, and she has even drank the cellar wine that has been hidden for a hundred years, but even the cellar wine that has been hidden for a hundred years in the Han family does not have the fragrance of this jar of wine, so she couldn't help it for a while. I dare to believe that the wine that I have brewed for less than ten years can have such an aroma.

With a trace of divine expectation, Han Mei put the wine grapes by her mouth, took a sip carefully after smelling it again and again, suddenly felt sweet and sweet, with a long tail, Han Mei could affirm that this wine was better than The Han family's century-old cellar is fine.

Although it is said that good water and good food can make good wine, the Han family believes that wine making also depends on talent.And Han Mei is the one considered by the Han family to be the least talented.

Han Mei has been talked about a lot, and some feel that she is not very talented in wine making, not to mention that she has no wine making recipe. Although the wine she brews can sustain her livelihood, it is nothing more than that, and she doesn't have many sincere loves. .

Unexpectedly, one day, he would be able to brew such mellow wine, Han Mei couldn't help but smile, feeling like he was finally elated.

Even Han Mei was already thinking about finding a chance to bring a pot of such old wine back to her mother's house for those who looked down on her brewed wine to taste, so that they can also taste the feeling of being slapped in the face.

Seeing Han Mei's happy brows, Shen Xiaoyu was also smiling, it seems that these wines must be able to fetch a high enough price.

Shen Xiaoyu had no idea before, although she knew the wines were good, she didn't know Liang Kang's national conditions, who knew whether the good wines she thought could be sold at a satisfactory price.But seeing Han Mei's reaction, she was completely relieved.

Moreover, Han Mei was happy, and she was not too surprised. It can be seen that the wine is not too good, at least it will not make Han Mei feel weird.

Han Mei filled a jug of wine with the small flagon she brought, and carefully took it out of the wine cellar.

Although the wine cellar of Shen Xiaoyu's house had vents close to the ground, and a little light penetrated in, it was still very dark inside.Although you can taste the wine is good wine, but you can't see the color of the wine.

After tasting the aroma of the wine, she still needs to take a good look at the color of the wine. Just because the raisins were swaying in the wine when she sold the wine before, she already felt that the wine was extraordinary. up.

Back in the house, put the wine on the table, Han Mei dug out a set of small white porcelain wine cups from the bottom of the box.Looking at the way it was solemnly wrapped in a wooden box, Shen Xiaoyu also guessed that this set of white porcelain wine cups was not cheap.

It's just a wine tasting, does Han Mei pay homage like a pilgrimage?Shen Xiaoyu was teasing in her heart, but there was a smile on her face. She could understand Han Mei's nervous and solemn mood. Whether the wine was good or not was related to the quality of life of the three of them in the future.

Han Mei washed and washed the white porcelain wine cup, and then carefully wiped the water inside with a cloth towel. After seeing that people could be seen, she put it on the table, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine.

Originally, it was just a faint smell of wine, but as the wine poured out from the spout, it diffused in the whole room in an instant.

Han Mei poured the wine carefully, her brows were full of seriousness, as if what poured out from the mouth of the pot was not wine, but fine liquid.

When the wine was level with the rim of the cup, Han Mei did not stop pouring the wine, but the speed became slower, and the wine flowed out of the spout in a thin line.

(End of this chapter)