Inherit For Three Thousand Years

Xiao Yao swiftly put the plate on the table, took out a bottle of Moutai from the suitcase, and said, "Dad, the Moutai my friend gave me was produced in 1965. How about you try it?"

"It was produced in 1965, are you right?" Xiao Zhenshan didn't believe it at all, "Do you know how precious Moutai produced in 1965 is? Hundreds of thousands of bottles of wine are given away casually. What kind of wine did you hand over?" How can a friend have such a big hand?"

"A friend I made in Kyoto this time. Don't believe it, it's true, you'll know after a taste." Xiao Yao quickly opened the bottle cap, and then put the bottle on the table.

Xiao Zhenshan usually likes to drink a little wine. He was naturally curious about the so-called 65-year-old Moutai that his son mentioned. He picked up this bottle and looked at it very carefully, ready to teach his son a lesson.

But after reading it over and over again, not only did he not pick out any faults of fraud, but the more he looked at it, the more it looked real.

"Now the means of counterfeiting are really powerful. The bottles and packaging are just like the real ones, and you can't find any faults. With this counterfeiting technology, if you want to forge new wine Moutai and spend a little money, I am afraid few people will be able to taste it. It’s real or fake. It’s a pity that the packaging is so good, if it is used for collection, no one will be able to tell that this bottle of wine is fake.”

Xiao Zhenshan turned his head and reprimanded Xiao Yao: "I don't usually see you so diligent. Why do you open the bottle cap so quickly? If this bottle of wine is used for collection, it is still a matter of face. You put the bottle now The lid is opened, fake wine is fake wine, even if it contains real Moutai, it can’t be 50 years old, it’s a pity that such a good packaging.”

"I gave you wine for nothing because of my son's kindness, and you are still picky. If you don't want to drink, don't drink it." Bai Yuzhen defended her son from the sidelines.

"Dad, your conclusion is too early. Whether it is true or false, you have to take a sip before drawing conclusions." Xiao Yao picked up the wine bottle and began to pour the wine, "I'll pour you a glass first, You have a taste first."

Then he turned to Bai Yuzhen and said, "Mom, I brought red wine too, would you like to have a taste?"

"I don't like red wine or white wine, you two can just drink it." Bai Yuzhen basically doesn't drink alcohol, and only drinks a glass of red wine on very important occasions.

"Don't tell me, this wine looks yellow in color and is very viscous. It really looks like old wine." Xiao Zhenshan had never drank this kind of decades-old wine. Although he had no experience, he I think this wine is quite unusual, "I'll take a sip, I don't believe that this wine can be real."

Xiao Zhenshan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, tasted it repeatedly, and then swallowed it down.

"How? Is this wine not fake?" Xiao Yao asked.

Xiao Zhenshan frowned and said, "This is the first time I have tasted such a delicious wine. I can't tell whether it is the 65-year-old Moutai, but I can be sure that it is definitely a good old wine."

"My friend is not an ordinary person. It is impossible for him to give me fake wine. This is definitely Moutai from 1965. Drink more today and have a good time." Now is not a good time to tell the whole thing. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to eat today's meal. After he was going to finish the meal, he was telling the truth about his experience during this period.

"Even if this bottle of wine is not Moutai, it must be a vintage wine, and the price will never be lower. Why didn't I know that you have such a powerful friend who can give you such an expensive bottle of wine?" Xiao Zhenshan always felt The son seemed to be hiding something from him.

"It's a long story to talk about, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. After dinner, I will explain the ins and outs of the matter."

Xiao Yao changed the subject, "During this time, my cooking skills have improved a lot, parents, how about you try it?"

Bai Yuzhen first picked up a chopstick-flavored potato stick,

After taking a sip, a look of extreme surprise appeared on his face, "It's so delicious! How can potato chips be so delicious!"

Then she picked up a few more chopsticks one after another, and said vaguely while eating, "It's not that I haven't eaten food in five-star restaurants. I think even those delicacies from mountains and seas can't compare to this plate of potato chips." It's really delicious, son, you are amazing!"

"Is it that delicious? Are you exaggerating?" Xiao Zhenshan was a little disapproving of his wife's abnormal behavior.

Bai Yuzhen brought this plate of flavored potato chips directly in front of her eyes, "This plate of potato chips is mine now, you can eat something else."

"How old are you, and you're still eating. I'll take a bite, and the rest will be yours." Xiao Zhenshan picked up a chopstick of potato sticks, and after taking a bite, he immediately showed a shocked expression.

"Son, it's amazing! When did your cooking skills become so good?" Because of his work, Xiao Zhenshan eats a lot of meals from chefs from all over the world, but he can make simple potato chips into supreme deliciousness. Tasted it for the first time.

He really couldn't believe it, how could ordinary potato chips be so delicious? This indescribable delicacy is incomparable even to those famous dishes made from delicacies from mountains and seas.

"Today, let's have dinner first, and I will go through it in detail. After the meal, I will tell you in detail. Otherwise, I'm afraid you and my mother won't be in the mood to eat." When talking, Xiao Yao himself Started to eat up.

After inheriting Pan Wu's cooking skills, today is the first time he cooks by himself. Although there is still a little difference from Pan Wu's cooking skills, it is very close to the delicious food in his memory. After he took the first bite, the chopsticks in his hand Can't stop anymore.

Xiao Zhenshan and Bai Yuzhen were completely overwhelmed by the table's supreme delicacy. Xiao Zhenshan didn't even bother to drink the 50-year-old Moutai wine. The family of three lowered their heads and couldn't care less about talking. The chopsticks kept chattering Eat hard.

This meal was eaten very quickly, and it was over in less than 20 minutes.

Except for the oil-braised prawns and red-braised mutton that Bai Yuzhen made by hand, the other four dishes were completely eaten, but the bottle of 50-year-old Maotai wine was not drunk much.

After putting down the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, the family of three sat on the sofa, Xiao Zhenshan asked seriously: "I haven't seen you for half a month, you seem to have changed a lot, tell me, what's going on? "

"The thing is like this, some time ago, after I closed the store one night..." Xiao Yao recounted the experience of this period of time. Of course, some things that need to be concealed must be taken away.