Global Food Tour

Chapter 63 Wishing, Old Wine!

"This, it should be. I don't know much about it, but like peach blossom wine, there are peach blossoms in the brewing materials, and so is apricot blossom wine." Zhang Feng analyzed.

"Haha, it looks like you don't drink a lot, that's right, it's a little unreasonable for a young person to drink for nothing, and to do what we do when we are dozens of years old." The uncle patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder with a smile .

"Haha, I grabbed the first jug of wine!" An old man blushed impatiently and took a sip from the jug.

"Lao Kangtou grabbed the first pot of wine, very excited." The uncle translated, rubbing his hands together, as if the wine worm in his stomach started to squirm crazily.

"The jackpot is great." Although Zhang Feng is also impatient, he is still a newcomer to the wine industry, and he is short of years of accumulation. Just like his cooking skills, some skills need time to hone in, otherwise After all, he is an outsider.

Since the wine was officially launched, the crowd became more restless, and the aroma had already made many alcoholics lose their souls. Zhang Feng could not strengthen his heart in this strange and attractive wine, and his eyes became more eager.

But the tragedy is that when it was sold to the person before the uncle, the wine was gone, and some people cursed, but they didn't stay where they were, and went after those who had wine. Only the uncle and Zhang Feng were still there.

"xxx@#￥%%" the uncle beeped at Old Toure, and Old Toure finally compromised, and poured out from the jar an amount estimated to be a disposable cup.

The uncle looked at the glass of wine, cursed, and snatched it over, carefully caring for it in his arms, naturally he lost Zhang Feng's share.

When the uncle passed by Zhang Feng, he winked at Zhang Feng and signaled Zhang Feng to pester Old Duer.

Old Duer was packing his things. For the good wine, Zhang Feng went all out, and stepped forward quickly, regardless of whether Old Duer agreed or not, and started to work directly.

Old Duer was taken aback, then said nothing, and let Zhang Feng help him move the tools into the yard. There were several large tanks in the yard, which should be used to process the raw materials for wine making.

The smell of wine in the yard was not very strong, and there were no other people. Old Duer bent over and packed up. Zhang Feng was also helping, but he didn't know if the old man could speak English, but fortunately, the old man didn't drive him away.

In this way, Zhang Feng followed the old man and kept helping the old man with his work. The red glow in the sky had already appeared. With a glance, he opened the lid on the big vat.

As soon as the lid was opened, the intoxicating aroma of wine came to the face, and his eyes were too bright to open. After squinting slightly, Zhang Feng saw the situation clearly. Inside the big tank was a tank of sparkling red liquid. It is particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The old man was looking at the sun in the sky, standing there waiting for something, motionless like a statue, the gaps on his face filled with golden sunlight.

Zhang Feng raised his hands involuntarily to take a picture of this scene. Looking at the photo in the camera, Zhang Feng remembered the oil painting "Father". He felt that if the photo in his camera was enlarged, the meaning should not be weaker than that. oil painting.

The old man stood there for about ten minutes before he turned around and put the lid on and put the stones on.

Then the old man brought out a pot of white rice and began to wash it in the yard. Zhang Feng squatted aside and watched, but the old man still had no intention of driving Zhang Feng away.

"Is this rice enough for this big vat?" Zhang Feng had such doubts in his heart. Of course, he would not think that this basin of rice was used for cooking.

The old man looked at Zhang Feng while washing, as if he was observing Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng smiled back and just watched quietly.

As the sky gradually darkened, the old man turned on the dim lights in the yard and continued to scrub the rice until the water became clear.

These are somewhat different from the conventional wine making methods that Zhang Feng knows, and he firmly believes that it is impossible to make such a mellow wine if rice is used as the main ingredient.

At this time, the old man poured out the last clean water, turned around and went into the house, brought out a pot of boiling hot water, and then poured all of it into the rice in the pot.

Then came the washed and dried black tea leaves from the house. Zhang Feng didn't know when it was washed, but the old man put the black tea leaves on the bottom of the big vat. Each leaf is almost the same size, and each leaf is stacked according to a rule.

This made Zhang Feng, who is mildly obsessive-compulsive, very happy. He almost wanted to try it himself, but after seeing his dirty hands, he finally endured it.

All this took about half an hour. Although it was tedious, the old man's hands were very fast. After finishing all this, the old man spread the steaming rice on the tea leaves in the vat with a ladle, until It was completely covered and smoothed, and it was estimated that one-fifth of the height of the entire large tank was taken up.

Zhang Feng watched the old man doing every step with a craftsman spirit, and felt admiration in his heart. He knew that this was only the most basic part of wine making, and the output of a tank of good wine was far inferior to these minutiae tasks.

After wiping off the water stains on his hands, the old man waved to Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng hurriedly followed. As soon as he entered the house, under the dim light, there were several large tanks, and the air was a bit sticky.

Zhang Feng didn't dare to breathe, he was afraid that he would get drunk as soon as he breathed, because he felt intoxicated by the smell of wine in the room as soon as his hairs stretched out.

The old man waited for Zhang Feng for a few seconds, and then motioned for Zhang Feng to follow him. Zhang Feng hurriedly followed. A few seconds later, the old man brought Zhang Feng to a door.

After pushing open the door, Zhang Feng was shocked. There were countless golden coconuts on the shelves in the house. The old man pointed to the coconuts on the first floor, and the meaning was obvious.

Zhang Feng nodded, picked up the basket on the ground, and packed it.

After a while, the two moved out more than 50 coconuts. The old man signaled that enough was enough, and Zhang Feng stopped.

The old man picked up a coconut, touched it, pulled it, a plug appeared, and poured the juice inside into the big vat. The juice was light yellow and had a delicate fragrance.

The old man handed the half-poured coconut to Zhang Feng and entered the house without looking back. This made Zhang Feng dumbfounded, but he was still thinking about the wine just now and really wanted to try it.

Immediately Zhang Feng began to operate mechanically, and soon poured all the juice from the coconuts on the ground into the tank, and the old man also came to the yard with a stack of beans, a flagon and two cups, and put them in the on the patio table.

"Come and drink."

Zhang Feng was surprised by the slightly local English accent. The old man Xindao could speak English, so he didn't say a word, feeling a little bit of being tricked.

"Okay, do you need to cover it?"

"Need not."

Sitting at the table, the old man was about to pour wine, Zhang Feng hurried over and poured the wine on his own initiative.

"Taste." The old man signaled Zhang Feng to try the wine first.

Zhang Feng couldn't wait any longer, and took a sip of the wine exuding a strong and strange fragrance.

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