My stunning fox demon wife

Chapter 16 He's Still a Hooligan
Yi Mingyu didn't bother to care about these three scumbags anymore, so he ate leisurely and took a sip of red wine from time to time.

This is more than 5 bottles of Romanee-Conti. I have only seen it in movies before, but today I really feel the taste.

Well, in fact, the taste is nothing special, sour, with some dry bitterness.

Wine is not suitable for Chinese tastes, but since the reform and opening up, Western culture has become popular, and Western tastes will naturally flow into the country.

The first to bear the brunt are those foreign festivals, such as Valentine's Day and Christmas. The popularity of these festivals dilutes China's own festivals.

The second is the taste of Westerners. Red wine is a representative. Although many people don’t like to drink red wine, in order to show their own uniqueness, they must drink it, and they have to pretend that they understand it, especially those who think Is a person of high society.

Yi Mingyu is not from the upper class, so he doesn't need to pretend, he has never been a person who likes to pretend, so he doesn't drink like Zhao Xiaoman, sipping in small sips, for fear of hurting the glass.

He likes to do things rashly, gulping down like drinking water, although it is not delicious, but something worth more than 5 yuan is worthless.

Although I can't feel the feeling of high society, but after drinking it, the psychological feeling seems to be a little different.

"That's not how you drink red wine. What's the difference between you and those country bumpkins?"

Seeing him finish a glass of wine with a few gulps, Zhao Xiaoman made fun of him, but he was also correcting his mistakes.

Yi Mingyu smiled disapprovingly: "It's just a drink, do you need to pay so much attention?"

"Of course you have to be careful, otherwise there will be no distinction between elegance and vulgarity. Red wine is an elegant thing. If you drink it like that, you are insulting the bottle of red wine."

Zhao Xiaoman said one set of things, gracefully picked up the wine glass, took a sip lightly, raised his chin slightly, with a hint of pride: "You have to drink like me, hold the wine in your mouth for three seconds, Savor the taste of it carefully."

"Who stipulated that you must drink like this? Is there any regulation in the law? Is it against the law not to drink like this?"

Yi Mingyu asked three questions in a row, and Zhao Xiaoman didn't know how to answer for a while, so he got a little angry: "I stipulated, you idiot, I will teach you how to drink, and you will talk back to me, I don't know what to do."

He was not angry, but had a sense of superiority: "If you are angry, it means that you can't find a reason to refute. In fact, the so-called taste is just a rule set by some people to show that they are different. The reason why red wine is popular in the West, and It has something to do with their eating habits. Westerners mainly eat meat, and they like to eat half-baked meat. They think the meat is delicious, but there is a flaw. Uncooked meat has a fishy and muttony smell. Red wine can neutralize these smells. .”

"So red wine has become a must-have drink for Westerners. The most important thing is that in that era, the people who could eat meat every day were nobles and rich people, so they formulated these so-called wine tasting rules to This is to distinguish them from the poor. In fact, it is the same reason that people in some areas in northern China like to drink vinegar, but northerners are straightforward, and they don’t like to set so many rules. I am different and forcibly set up a set of rules."

Yi Mingyu also spoke clearly and logically, and his analysis was similar. He smiled and continued: "If you have to set rules for yourself to show your differences like Westerners, in fact, those who are jealous in the north can also do it." A set of rules has been established for drinking vinegar, a vinegar culture has been created, and the top ten vinegar brands have been created."

"It's like the RB people, they practice a certain way at every turn, such as tea ceremony, samurai way, Zen way, and even wrestling. They are also different from others. They call it wrestling, they call it sumo. Dao. Even the A | movies, they have made it to the whole world, and it has become a kind of culture of RB, which is called sex|culture."

What Yi Mingyu said was well-founded, as if he had done research on these things, and finally he came up with a concluding sentence: "In fact, to put it bluntly, what is taste or not is just a certain part of people who choose to show their differences from others. A set of rules that have been set have penetrated into most of the bone marrow after the evolution of the times. In fact, this is brainwashing, making others think that it is right."

Speaking of this, he smiled humorously: "If you can make a set of rules to make others believe it, then you don't need to care about other people's rules, and you can even become the supreme god. In fact, God and God are created like this of."

"Do you think I'm right?"

Yi Mingyu asked a question, then poured a glass of wine, took a big sip, and said, "Try, drink like me, will you feel any difference?"

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned by what he said, and really couldn't find anything to refute. She really picked up the wine glass, raised her head and drank the red wine in the glass, and drank it with a grunt.

"How does it feel?" Yi Mingyu asked with a smile on his lips.

"I don't feel anything, same." Zhao Xiaoman replied indifferently.

"That's right, no matter how you drink it, it actually tastes the same."

Yi Mingyu smiled, like a knowledgeable old professor, Dun Dun taught: "Since the taste is the same after drinking, then you don't have to put on airs, just drink as you like, so that you can experience it. It’s just a superficial elegance, but you don’t feel any happiness in your heart, what do you think?”

"You are amazing, I can't say anything." Zhao Xiaoman pouted, although he was not convinced, but he could only accept it, because what he said was indeed the truth.

"So let's have a serious toast now."

He poured wine while talking, and poured a glass for Miao Ke'er, then raised the glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink together, the way of drinking willfully, deeply emotional."

The three clinked glasses, and he and Miao Ke'er did it first.

Miao Ke'er wiped her lips and gave him a thumbs up, which means that you are so awesome, even the high-ranking young lady is speechless by your words.

Zhao Xiaoman was a little hesitant, but she still drank it with her head up. When the wine passed through her throat quickly, the stimulation of the alcohol seemed to be different from before. This feeling seemed to stimulate every nerve in her body, and all the cells in her body were stimulated. Woke up in general.

She froze for a moment, she seemed to agree with his words even more, she acted rashly, and she really had a different feeling.

Sure enough, taste is a rule set by some people. If you can try it, you can break this rule, and you may have unexpected gains.

From this moment on, Zhao Xiaoman secretly had a different view of him. He was good at thinking and was a person with an independent personality. His thinking was completely different from others.

In her mind, he is no longer that glib rogue who loves to take advantage of her, at least he is a rogue with unique taste.

Well, he's still a rogue.

It's just that the impression of this hooligan in her mind has changed.

(End of this chapter)