The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 275 Bamboo Leaf Green, Leading by a Line
Chapter 270 Six Bamboo Leaf Green, Leading by a Line
After coming out of the study, Ye Fan wrote a prescription and asked Yang Yaodong to buy the above items, and then asked Yang Jianxiong to get some bottles of shochu.

After everything was ready, Ye Fan went into the kitchen and started working, during which time no one was allowed to enter.

Five hours later, Ye Fan opened the glass door and came out with a smile on his face.

The Yang brothers wanted to ask something, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop them.

Afterwards, Ye Fan brought the two of them back to Yang Baoguo's gate.

He knocked lightly on the door: "Master, it's time for dinner..."

Yang Baoguo was categorical: "Don't eat, I have no appetite."

"Really don't eat?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, took out a wine bottle, opened the lid, and blew into the crack of the door.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong, who had been wondering for a long time, immediately smelled a bamboo fragrance when the wine bottle was opened, which flooded into their noses uncontrollably.

Tired, they suddenly felt that their whole body was unobstructed, and every pore could not stop opening, and the whole person was indescribably refreshed and comfortable.

The spirit is lifted.

In the next second, there was a thud inside, followed by the sound of footsteps, and the door was slammed open.

"Zhuyeqing, Zhuyeqing..."

Yang Baoguo kept sucking in his nose: "Is this the bamboo leaf green that is leading by a thread? Where is the bamboo leaf green that is leading by a thread?"

His gaze finally fell on Ye Fan's hand, the wine bottle shaped like a jade beauty.

Yang Baoguo snatched the wine bottle, sniffed the mouth of the bottle, and then poured another drop on the back of his hand.

"It's really a thread, it's really a thread of Zhuyeqing."

He was ecstatic, pulled Ye Fan and shouted: "Ye Fan, is this wine yours? You sell it to me, sell it to me, buy this bottle for [-] million."

[-] million?a bottle?
Ye Fan's cost is only five hundred, five hours...

Brother Yang Yaodong was dumbfounded.

Ye Fan smiled: "Old Yang, I brewed this wine myself. I just brewed it today. I won't sell it, but I can give it to you."

"Give it to me? Great, great."

Yang Baoguo was very happy, and then he caught something. He looked at Ye Fan in shock: "You made this wine?"

Yang Jianxiong nodded: "Yes, Ye Fan brewed it. We watched him brew it and it took five hours."

"how can that be?"

"This Zhuyeqing was no longer produced 30 years ago, and the secret recipe has long been lost. It is estimated that there are less than ten bottles left."

Yang Baoguo looked at Ye Fan in disbelief: "If you have money, you can't buy it. How can Ye Fan brew it..."

The same taste, the same texture, even the lingering scent of bamboo leaves is exactly the same.

"The fact is brewed by Ye Fan, Dad, we'll talk about it later, let's talk about your heart disease now."

Yang Yaodong quickly took up the topic: "Could it be that Zhuyeqing is your heart disease?"

"If my guess is correct, the old man once treasured a bottle of Yixianqian, but he accidentally broke it when he took it out a few days ago."

Ye Fan smiled: "This thread affects the world, and money can't buy it, so the old man is so anxious that he can't eat or sleep."

Yang Baoguo did not deny it, but nodded approvingly: "Ye Fan's analysis is correct."

While speaking, he was holding on to the wine bottle in his hand.

"Father, what about it?"

Yang Jianxiong muttered: "No matter how top-notch this wine is, no matter how top-quality it is, you don't need to seek death or live. It scares us..."

Yang Yaodong also didn't understand: "Yeah, Dad, you can see a lot of things, back then you didn't even bother to enter Zicheng, a bottle of wine..."

"You know shit."

Yang Baoguo scolded his son angrily:
"If it's purely about my good fortune, if it's broken, I'll feel bad for a long time at most."

"But it has something to do with your Uncle Chu going back to Zhong Hai."

"Old Chu Zhonghai started his family, he left for decades, and never returned to Zhonghai. I invited him ten times, but he refused ten times."

"It's not that he doesn't miss old feelings and forgets his roots, but that he has the world in his heart and doesn't want to be told that he only cares about one city and one pool."

Yang Baoguo's eyes became deep:

"It's just that for me, his return to Zhonghai means a lot."

"Not only can you three brothers go up to another level, but it can also remind the world that this is the place where Truman made his fortune, so that all parties will not dare to mess around."

"And the way to make Old Chu come back desperately is the bamboo leaf green, which was brewed by his old friend back then."

"This bottle of wine is related to the future of the Yang family, and the stability of Zhonghai. You say, I broke it, so can you not be in a hurry?"

Yang Baoguo hated that iron could not be made into steel and glared at his two sons.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong fell silent, they didn't expect their father to be so well-intentioned, but they still felt that he was messing around, and felt guilty at the moment.

At the same time, they were extremely grateful to Ye Fan.

At this moment, Ye Fan said: "Old Yang, your old friend is extraordinary, and I'm afraid I can't hide it from him in this Shanzhai Zhuyeqing."

"Exactly the same, really exactly the same."

Yang Baoguo laughed loudly, put his arms around Ye Fan's shoulders and said, "There is no deviation at all in terms of taste or fragrance."

"I don't know how you did it, but if you didn't tell me you made it, I wouldn't be able to tell."

"Of course, my old friend might see something, but does a little difference matter?"

"In a world where one thread is about to become extinct, it is definitely a blessing for him to taste such green bamboo leaves."

His eyes were fiery: "Ye Fan, can you brew a few more bottles?"

"Dad, you are too greedy. Ye Fan has been working so hard for a long time because of your heart disease."

Yang Yaodong hurriedly pulled Ye Fan away: "Taste the wine first, I'll take Ye Fan to dinner, and we'll talk after we're done."

Ye Fan smiled and shouted to Yang Baoguo: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I will make a few more bottles for you when I have time."

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Yang Baoguo was very happy, and shouted to Yang Jianxiong: "Remember, one hundred million bottles, don't forget to give Ye Fan the money."

Ye Fan almost fell down when he heard the words, wondering if he should switch to wine making?After all, Sea of ​​Consciousness has many ancient recipes for brewing wine...

"Brother Ye, this wine is really awesome, the more you drink, the more energetic you will be."

Half an hour later, in the dining room of Yang's family, the Yang brothers poured the bamboo leaf green residue into Moutai. They didn't take it seriously at first, but were shocked after taking a sip.

This wine is really top quality, with clear color, refreshing aroma, and pure taste, and drinking it not only does not hurt the brain, but also lifts the spirits.

Ye Fan smiled: "If you like to drink, drink more, and I will brew some for you when you have time."

"Then thank you, Brother Ye."

Yang Jianxiong was extremely grateful, and then took out a check and pushed it over: "Brother Ye, please accept the payment for the consultation fee and wine."

Two hundred million.

Ye Fan was startled: "This is too much."

Yang Jianxiong smiled and said: "Just accept it. If you don't accept it, the old man will probably beat us to death, and he will inevitably trouble you in the future."

When Ye Fan accepted it with a smile, Yang Yaodong took a look at his phone, then looked at Ye Fan and said:

"Brother Ye, I have a friend who is seriously ill and paralyzed. The situation is a little critical. I wonder if you have time to take a look?"

He looked at Ye Fan expectantly.

"It turned out to be your friend, and that is also my friend."

Ye Fan smiled: "I can go and have a look."

I just received [-] million yuan, so I'm too embarrassed to refuse.

"No, I'll let them come over."

Yang Yaodong smiled and patted Ye Fan's arm: "Let's continue drinking..."

Three or ten minutes later, there was the roar of a car at the gate of the garden, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"coming!"

Yang Yaodong put down his wine glass, stood up with a smile, and went out to greet him.

Ye Fan was startled, it was obvious that the visitor was of high status, otherwise Yang Yaodong would not have greeted him in person.

He didn't hold back, and stood up too.

Soon, a group of men and women in Chinese clothes and a wheelchair appeared in Ye Fan's vision.

Seeing the person in the wheelchair and the woman beside him, Ye Fan's face darkened.

It was Huo Shangyin and Huo Ziyan...

(End of this chapter)