"Manager Song, the corners of your oak barrels are damaged. Could it be that they were specially made by British winemakers who stored wine in caves to resist the malt tax levied by the government."
"Dr. Su, it's true." Song Ying touched his nose, with a rare expression on his face, and said, "The seller said it was like this. There is no way to check whether it is true or false. I saw it at Sotheby's and bought it back."
"You are really addicted to alcohol." Zheng Ren sighed.
"A new 225-liter oak barrel seems to cost more than 1,000 knives now. You, an old antique, how much did you pay for it?" Su Yun was curious.
"More than three hundred thousand."
"Boss, have you seen that rich people spend money like this? Like you, you eat in the canteen every day... No, you can only skip one meal, you have no taste at all."
"What is taste?" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun indifferently.
"Research in depth the things you like." Su Yun said with great interest: "For example..."
"I like surgery. The instruments I use are collected by Charles...a Nobel Prize winner over thirty years of painstaking efforts." Zheng Ren knocked Su Yun into the corner with one sentence.
He wanted to retort, but didn't know what to say.
"Boss Zheng, please come here." Song Ying interrupted the conversation between the two and came to the restaurant of the winery.
A blond chef stood in front of the dining table and started cooking. The pace was a little slow, but everyone was chatting and laughing, and time passed quickly.
For wine like Romanti-Conti, Zheng Ren only smelled it and did not rinse his mouth with it.
According to legend, there is the fragrance of dying roses, which makes people forget to leave. Zheng Ren always feels that it is a waste.
With some emotion, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still guarding Dr. Mehar's ward and did not follow him. If he comes, it seems good to try Romanti-Conti with him.
However, in the professor's opinion, if he protects Dr. Mehar well, he will be closer to the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
This was the pursuit of Professor Rudolf Wagner.
"Why is this wine expensive?" Chang Yue asked after taking a sip.
She was just drinking, not tasting. There is no difference between Romantic Conti and Big Green Stick in front of Chang Yue.
"..." Su Yun glanced at Chang Yue, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked back his words.
Su Yun also suffered too many losses and really didn't want to provoke Chang Yue.
"The salmon is good, you can try it." Xie Yiren pointed to the salmon and whispered to Chang Yue: "I heard from my dad that eating Romandi with salmon tastes like White Rabbit toffee."
"..." Song Ying began to regret a little.
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
"No." Chang Yue took a taste and finally said in denial.
"I knew my dad was lying to me." Xie Yiren ate the oysters with a smile.
"Why did I lie to you?" Chang Yue didn't understand.
"My mother doesn't let him drink. To drink red wine at home, he has to cook it and drink it after the alcohol has completely evaporated. So he wanted to teach me how to drink, so that I can have the opportunity to drink at home in the future."
Zheng Ren was a little worried. What should he do when he met such an old father-in-law
Su Yun thought about Uncle Ning, who drank with him for two hours in Heidelberg, and found Chang Yue much more pleasing to his eye.
"Manager Song's Romantilla has a lighter oak barrel flavor. Are you also a natural person? It doesn't look like it." Su Yun changed the subject directly.
Yanagisawa tasted it and felt nothing special.
"This is the advantage of using old antiques." Song Ying was suddenly scratched again, and said with a little pride: "Some people don't like the smell of oak barrels, especially American white barrels. Generally, they are willing to use European barrels. Oak. But there is also the more extreme option of storing wine directly in stainless steel containers.”
"It's too much." Su Yun shook the wine glass in his hand. The wine was good and delicious, but it was too weak. To him, it's far less delicious than Iron Cap Moutai.
"Yeah, I'm somewhere in between. I don't want the smell of oak to dominate, but I still want to follow the tradition and have a hint of oak. So I chose old antiques. In this way, the smell of oak will not be too strong and the fragrance will be light and elegant. .”
Although Liu Zewei has experienced countless drinking parties, most of the dirty jokes were made during the banquet, and everyone laughed and finished talking.
I am not used to this kind of quiet meal, and I am always pretending to be cool, intentionally or unintentionally. But he is older and calm, savoring Boss Zheng's life.
Hosts who can entertain guests with Romantic Conti must show the minimum respect.
Song Ying was well-informed and deliberately flattering. He talked and laughed happily during the dinner. Even Chang Yue, who was unwilling to talk, thought he was a pretty good person.
Although Su Yun and Chang Yue's drinking capacity exceeded his expectations. But in the end, he took out four bottles of Maotai with iron caps and resolved all the crises of Romanti Conti being drunk.
We can no longer bring everyone in the treatment team here, Song Ying thought to himself. He can drink it better than a professional sommelier. If he drinks it openly, all the wine in the wine cellar will be consumed overnight.
After eating, Song Ying went out with everyone, arranged for someone to take Liu Zewei back, and pulled Zheng Ren and Su Yun into his car.
"Boss Zheng, don't call me utilitarian. People can't help themselves in the world." Song Ying smiled first.
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"No, my lover's matter alarmed several friends. One of them brought my lover's information after he got better." Song Ying said, "Can you help me take a look?"
"It's okay, you're being too foreign to say that." Zheng Ren said with a smile, taking the information from Song Ying's hand.
"Do you still want to eat grilled sausage?" Zheng Ren asked smoothly.
"I just ate it once recently, not far from my house. Next time I eat it, I'll call you two and let's sit at a roadside stall, eat skewers and drink beer!" Song Ying said.
There are not many tests in the information, just a few test sheets, and the results all look negative.
"Is there no video data?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss Zheng, please listen to me first." Song Ying sat upright and said, "This is a friend of mine with a very weird temper. His sexual orientation is absolutely normal, but he is getting older..."
Song Ying hesitated, Zheng Ren and Su Yun noticed something was wrong, so they didn't say anything and listened to him quietly.
"Let's put it this way, ten years ago his lover caught him in bed, and his sister-in-law was a strong man, so she jumped off the building and committed suicide. After that, the eldest brother kept clean."
Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other, not knowing what Song Ying was gossiping about here.
"A year ago, it was not like I found an ulcer in my private parts and went to the hospital for treatment." Song Ying whispered: "No matter where you go, opening your mouth is a sexually transmitted disease and you need to be checked."
Zheng Ren recalled that the test sheet included tests for HIV and syphilis, and they were all negative.