Chapter 362: wine

Yang Ling looked at the goods like an idiot-like look and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be daydreaming, you are still separated by billions of miles, even if one day you really got to Mahayana. In the meantime, it is estimated that Heaven will kill you as soon as possible."
"For Mao?" Ding Cong asked.
"Hey, you have to go grab him with him, don't you marry you? Well, you can practice slowly at home, don't go out without being familiar with it, and, remember, this thing is rotten in the stomach, who Can't say, including your brother and family!"
Ding Cong’s face slowly became dignified, nodded and asked:
The old five do not know...

Yang Ling shook his head gently. When he came out, he suddenly remembered: "Let me borrow a few more people. I have to open a winery with the old five, no one is helping!"
Ding Cong did not care about the pendulum and said: "You go to the factory to pick, which one to use which one, brother from today, to retreat and practice, not to go out during the Mahayana period..."
Yang Ling: ...
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One thing, Yang Ling also felt that she had put down a period of thought.
He squinted on the rocking chair under the flower scaffolding, and Oda Snow still stood behind him to help him massage, and the days were relaxed and freehand.
A business manager from Dou Yuntao and Ding Cong went to some wineries near Chang'an City. The purpose of this trip was to see if they could acquire a winery.
The image of the pillar has become a personal one. I don’t know where to put a set of crumpled trousers shirts on my body, and a green tie on my neck. Every day a successful person looks at the food festival. The rotisserie looked at the workers' renovations.
A few days passed by, until the property management of the Wisteria Mountain Villa informed Yangling that the house was repaired, and he returned to Wisteria Mountain with Oda Snow.
The last time the sky fell off the boulder has gradually subsided, the roads and green belts damaged by the stone in the community have been repaired, it looks like nothing happened.
Yang Ling checked in the room and found that he had not lost anything. He was very happy to transfer the money for repairing the house to the property management. When he and Oda Snow were preparing to leave, Lin’s head was holding an empty plate. Come and find him.
"Uncle Lin, don't just have a plate! You will keep it with you!" Yang Ling took the plate with a smile.
"Where is it!" Lin Laotou was a little embarrassed. "I said this to you the next day. I didn't expect that the next day I had the scorpion thing, and you moved away..."
Yang Ling was ready to leave with a smile and found that Lin Laotou still stood still, so he curiously asked: "Uncle Lin, are you still having something?"
Lin Laotou said with a red face: "Xiao Yang, I am here to ask you, where did you buy the meat last time? I also want to buy some!"
Yang Ling could not help but frown. He thought about it: "The piece of meat is a friend who came back from the outside. I don't know where it was made, or would I ask you for help?"
"Oh, then you are in trouble!" Lin Laotou nodded again and again. "My wife has a pancreatic tumor. I have no appetite for anything. The last time my grandson got a few pieces of meat from you and went home to eat her. She actually wants to eat again, I... I originally wanted to ask you, but unfortunately I have not been able to run into it..."
"This way!" Yang Ling touched his chin and said, "Let's wait, I go to the refrigerator to see if there is any, I seem to remember another piece!"
"Yes ~ OK ~!" The old man snorted happily.
Yang Ling walked into the kitchen and took out a piece of Yuanxiao meat from the ring. It was about two kilograms. I thought about the body that flashed into the system and frozen it with ice crystal ore, and then put it on the plate.
"Uncle Lin, it seems that you are lucky, there is still one in the refrigerator!" Yang Ling smiled and handed the plate to Lin Laotou.
Lin Laotou took the plate and looked at a piece of frozen meat that was still chilling. The excited beard was only shaking. "Thank you Xiao Yang, this meat is definitely expensive, how much, I will give it to you now!"
Yang Ling doesn't care about shaking his head. "It's just that someone else sent it. If you don't have money, you can take it back and let your wife and a porridge give it to the elderly!"
Lin Laotou saw Yang Ling lock the door to go, and quickly pulled him and said: "Xiao Yang don't worry, money, you don't want anything else, you young people usually love to go to the bar to drink a drink, Di Di, The old man, there are a few altars in my house. You wait for me. I take a jar and bring it back to taste a fresh one. It is definitely better than the wines you drink at the bar!"
Looking at Lin's old man holding a plate and rushing home, Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh and had to wait by the speeding car.
Sure enough, after less than five minutes, Lin Laotou took a small porcelain altar with no black autumn, big belly and thin neck, red silk with a bottle mouth, and a few red flower patterns on the outside, it looks very weird.
Lin Laotou panted and put the bottle in Yangling’s hand and said with a smile:
This is my own fruit wine. It tastes good. I don’t burn my throat, I don’t hurt my body. I will take it back and taste it. If I feel good, let me know. Next time I will help you brew it, it is not bad to bring home to relatives and elders!"
Yang Ling stunned for a moment, estimated that there were four or five pounds, and the heart moved, reaching out to pull the red silk, revealing an oak stopper, pulling out the wooden stopper, and suddenly a clear wine fragrance overflowed.
"Good fragrance ~!" Yang Ling sucked his nose and couldn't help but sigh, and quickly rushed the wooden stopper.
Lin Laotou’s laughing face was full of pleats, and he handed a piece of paper with a phone call to Yang Ling.
Xiao Yang, this is my phone. After retirement, I have nothing to do. I usually love these. Things ~EbookFREE.me~ Get some extra every year, but unfortunately the raw materials are not easy to find, or you will not give you more!"
After Yang Ling took the paper and thanked him a few words, he and Oda Snow entered the speeding car and left.
Back to Xishanju, Yang Ling couldn't help but find two cups and poured two cups from the jar.
The wine is blushing, slightly turbid, but the smell is fragrant and elegant. The air is filled with a strange fruit wine scent. If you haven't drunk, people are already full of mouthfuls.
"Come, Snow, let's taste the craftsmanship of this old man!" Yang Ling handed a cup to Oda Snow, picked up a cup of himself, licked it to the tip of his nose and sipped it, then took a sip and tasted it, then Put a cup in your mouth.
Yang Ling pouted and poured a few more mouthfuls to drink, and then turned to ask Oda Snow: "How do you like this wine?"
Oda Snow's white face glowed a little red, watching the wine in the cup said: "Master, this wine is very good, no matter the taste or purity is just right, no worse than those imported high-grade fruit wine, even I personally feel It tastes better than the high-end wines of France. If you want to make wine, this wine is a good choice." (To be continued.)