Chapter 384: Wine on New Year's Eve Dinner
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I am a Primitive Man
- Mo Shoubai
- 1273 characters
- 2021-03-04 05:39:59
"The Son of God...this..."
More and more people were poured into canned food. After tasting the taste, someone finally watched with a look of surprise and took a sip of the canned soup. Then Han Cheng closed his eyes and stopped speaking.
Those children who couldn't wait to get the delicious canned food, after the canned food were distributed, took a sip of the soup, their faces immediately changed shape, and each one grinned and stuck out their tongues.
How did the sour and sweet canned food in the impression become this taste?
Is this broken, or is it the smell after long storage?
It’s just that the taste is too different from before, right?
The appearance of canned food, which was quite different from what was expected, made the cheerful atmosphere of the annual New Year's Eve dinner slightly stagnated.
Han Cheng swallowed the sour juice in his mouth, and a stream of heat appeared, flowing from his throat to his stomach.
He took another sip, then savored it in his mouth, feeling the sourness, the familiar taste.
It may be that the method in memory is wrong. This batch of canned fruits is a very failure. As expected, it should all be broken.
However, it was not completely broken, the canned food was not ready to be eaten, but another equally pleasing thing appeared.
liqueur!
This was completely unexpected by Han Cheng.
Feeling the taste of the wine in his mouth, Han Cheng thought of the previous story about ancient literati making wine and making vinegar. He shook his head and smiled.
I used to ridicule others, but now I have retribution. The canned fruits I brewed have all turned into this turbid and sour wine slurry.
However, he was not as angry as the literati, and the sour drink was able to appear. He was just as happy for it, even more happy than the expected canned food.
After all, sweet and sour canned fruit was my favorite when I was young. Now that I grew up, wine is more attractive than canned food.
And this wine appeared at the right time. During the New Year's Eve dinner, I didn't drink much wine, I always felt that something was missing.
There is only a plate of dumplings now.
So many things have been made up until now, is a plate of dumplings still far away?
Another one is, the wine has already come out, is that far from the vinegar?
The five flavors, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, will gradually be collected, and when it is time to cook, there will be more choices.
After all, "the brewing tank is good for making vinegar, the altar is sour".
And he vaguely remembered the places in the wine tank where there were yeasts, which are useful for fermentation. When the time comes, the noodles will come out, and the noodles will be stained on the side of the tank, and then left again and again. Old noodles, after a long time, you can always get very effective yeast out.
Thinking of the steaming, soft and fragrant big white steamed buns with the taste of maltose, Han Cheng couldn't help drooling.
As an authentic northerner, steamed buns, a staple food ranging from snacks to big ones, are always a hurdle.
I don’t know if I can be lucky enough to find wheat...
Han Cheng shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. Who would have thought that he would have such a dream for the steamed bun that he eats every day.
Wu Ye picked up the bowl and tasted the canned food that had been sealed for many days. The taste was not very good. Compared with when it was just made, it can be said to be the difference between heaven and earth.
Based on his many years of experience and what God said in his memory when he made the can, he knew that the can was destroyed.
As a person who has gone through many years in the tribe, inherited the knowledge of shamans in the past, and has received the edification of the gods, shamans are more aware of things about humanity and face than others, such as Qingque three years When eating New Year's Eve dinner, he paid great attention to the order of doing things.
In order not to embarrass the god, he did not ask questions like others did, but took a big sip of the canned juice that tasted not so good. After swallowing it, he felt the warmth that he had never experienced in his throat. Prepare to praise the deliciousness of this canned juice.
At this time, Han Cheng, who was holding the bowl in his hand and keeping his eyes closed without words, opened his eyes and put the bowl down, stood up and smiled and said to everyone who looked at him, "Canning failed!"
After everyone heard the news, they were both expected and unbearable disappointment. After all, the sweet and sour taste was nostalgic.
Especially those minors, the disappointment on their faces is even more difficult to hide.
Han Cheng saw the reaction of everyone in his eyes, did not sell it off, after a short pause, he said, "However, it has created another good thing, that is wine!"
liqueur?
After hearing this, everyone looked down at the muddy canned juice in the bowl.
If you can be called a good thing by the child who has always had a better taste, the taste should not be too bad, and it must be a good thing.
Han Cheng asked people to move over a few jars of "canned food". After the mud seal was smashed, everyone poured some on it.
Adults have one bowl, children have half a bowl, and younger children have only a shallow bottom.
Then he stood up with his own wine bowl, signaled that everyone else also stood up with the wine bowl, and then said, "Happy New Year, I hope my Qingque tribe will get better and better, drink!"
After finishing speaking, he banged the wine bowl with the wine bowls of the Wu and the senior brothers standing on the left and right sides, and then toasted the people of the Qingque tribe who were sitting in several circles, and then drank it as soon as he raised his neck. .
Wu and the big brothers and others have never experienced such a thing. After a brief stupefaction, under who started to learn Han Cheng’s appearance, they said in a jumbled way, "Happy New Year, May I be young Sparrow tribe, getting better and better, drink!"
Then, thinking back to Han Cheng's actions just now, he also seemed strangely banging the bowl with the people around him, then raised his neck vainly at the others and started drinking.
It's okay for the adults, but the children with more developed taste buds become a little uncomfortable.
"So astringent..."
Bai Xuemei who took a sip ~EbookFREE.me~ said bitterly with her tongue out.
Han Cheng laughed, rubbed her croissant braid, poured half of the wine left in her bowl into his bowl, and drank it all in one go.
"Eating!"
After drinking, Han Cheng announced the news that everyone had been waiting for a long time, so many chopsticks were stretched out for a while, and in a cheerful atmosphere, Qingque's four-year New Year's Eve dinner was just the beginning.
During the banquet, Han Cheng sometimes asked people to pour wine for those who wanted to drink.
After drinking a bowl of wine, some adults in the Qingque tribe found that the taste of this wine is not very good, and it has another unique taste that people can't tell.
Most people who feel this way are adult men.
So they don't drink the boiled broth much anymore, but like the son, from time to time they drink some of the wine they tasted for the first time.
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