Qin Xiang answered: "His elder brother Cheng Xiaoshu is not only a scholar, but also a scholar of scholar background. Now this officer has achieved a state-of-the-art sentence! In short, our Uncle Cheng’s family has one hand for writing and one hand for martial arts, and two for both. They all caught it very hard."
Wu Zheng looked at Cheng Xiaojin jokingly, and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng hides deep enough! I really haven't seen it! But your eldest brother's name seems to be too casual!"
"Junior, what's so weird." Cheng Xiaojin said angrily.
After talking, Xiao Er has already started serving dishes, and the three of them put on a table of big fish and meat, greasy elbows, greasy roast lamb, braised carp, and yellow pork head meat. In short, how greasy it is There are still three jars of green plum wine in the future.
When Xiao Er stepped back, Cheng Xiaojin couldn’t wait to pick up the wine jar in front of him, and while patting open the clay on it, he said: “Brother Wu’s green plum wine is not as exciting as your sweet potato burning. It can be said that each has its own merits. Brother Wu, you have to taste it!"
After speaking, he hugged the jar and filled the three large porcelain bowls in front of him with an aura, and smiled and gave each of them a bowl.
"Brother Wu, don't just look at me! Try it..." Cheng Xiaojin looked at Wu Zheng expectantly, not knowing what medicine he sold in the gourd.
Glancing at the brown liquor in the bowl, it must be old wine in the past, otherwise it won't have this amber-like color.
Wu Zheng didn't think much, so he picked it up and took a sip. The taste was not bad and it was sweet in his mouth. The aftertaste was a bit sour. Other than that, he didn't seem to have any alcoholic taste.
This is completely different from the taste of green plum wine that Wu Zheng drank in his previous life, so Wu Zheng couldn't help but look at Cheng Xiaojin curiously: "Is this really made from green plums?"
Cheng Xiaojin smiled and said, "Of course! How about it!"
As the saying goes, cannibals have short mouths, can they still say they are not good at this time? So Wu Zheng smiled and nodded. To be honest, if you drink this wine as a drink, the taste is really good.
It's just that Wu Zheng inadvertently saw Qin Xiang's smirking eyes, knowing that there must be something stinky in the wine, but he didn't rush to say it because he too drank it.
Cheng Xiaojin picked up the vegetable seeds and knocked on the plate and said: "Eating vegetables and vegetables, how can you just drink and not eat vegetables? Who can stand it."
It’s just that the oily fish and meat on this table, if you change the days in the cottage, it will definitely be a good table, but now there are a lot of good things to eat, and when you see this oily thing on the table, Wu Zheng suddenly finds himself It seems to be full at once.
"Brother Wu, why don't you eat it? Is it not to your taste?" Cheng Xiaojin looked at Wu Zheng blankly.
Wu Zheng smiled and shook his head, and finally picked the relatively light braised carp and put down his chopsticks.
Wu Zheng actually prefers to eat grass carp, because grass carp has few spines. Unlike this carp, which has to pick the spines for a long time before eating, it looks like it is eating fish, but it is a bit like eating shrimp and peeling its shell.
He is indeed a martial artist, a table of greasy fish and meat, Cheng Xiaojin and Qin Xiang ate the wind when he changed his arms, but Wu Zheng had not eaten two mouthfuls yet.
Seeing that the three jars of green plum wine have been eaten, the fish on the table has also become a table of cold leftovers, Cheng Xiaojinzhong and Qin Xiang wiped his mouth and looked at Wu Zheng at the same time.
"Why are you two looking at it like this? Is there a flower on my face or is it more oily than yours?" Wu Zheng said.
Cheng Xiaojin shook his head and asked, "Brother Wu, have you eaten well? I don't think you have anything to eat! Would you like to have a little green plum wine?"
Wu Zheng shook his head, drinking water like what's going on? After several trips to the cottage, I had to rely on supper to cushion my stomach when I returned home.
"Really don't drink it?" Cheng Xiaojin asked again as if he was afraid of neglecting Wu Zheng.
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "I really don't drink it anymore."
"That's OK, what will happen if we go shopping for the lights? Those ladies who used to hide at home in the past few days have all come out to watch the lights. It's a pity that we don't go shopping!"
Wu Zheng said: "One person drank a jar of wine, and you still have something to go shopping. What if you can't find the cottage later?"
Cheng Xiaojin was no longer shouting: "Living people will still be suffocated to death by urine, then that... (End of this chapter)