I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 383 Real Spirits

"Brother Wang, I told you, if you don't believe me there is a lot of spirits here, come and see what it is!"

Qin Yong came in with three bottles of wine and three bowls, and before he sat down, he started talking loudly.

Ying Zheng turned his head to look, and like everyone else, he was immediately attracted by the bottle in Qin Yong's hand.

It is a glass bottle, which is different from a porcelain bottle.

Moutai, the bottle used is also glass, but it is more inclined to porcelain. Although it is unique in this era, it is just amazing.

But with the transparent glass bottle in Qin's hand, it's different.

Transparent, in this era, who has seen it?
"What is this container?"

Ying Zheng asked in surprise.

Qin Yong was taken aback for a moment, then grinned, and said: "The glass bottle is similar to porcelain, it's not surprising. If Brother Wang likes this kind of glass bottle, I'll get some better-looking ones for him someday!"

Saying that, Qin Yong sat down, opened the three bowls neatly in a row, was about to pour wine, hesitated for a moment, and put them away again.

Ying Zheng frowned, a little puzzled, thinking that Qin Yong was going to show off his spirits, but what does it mean to put them away suddenly?
"Brother Wang, you see that there are so many soldiers here today, and I called everyone in just to warm up with a sip of wine later. As we all know, the stronger the wine, the warmer it is!"

"In this way, since it's drinking, let's not let go a little bit, and still have fun, how about a pastime?"

When Ying Zheng was puzzled, Qin Yong suddenly spoke and said with a smile.

"Oh, how to spend time?"

Ying Zheng asked curiously.

Qin Yong walked to the side, made another shrinking convenience table, lifted it outside and opened it, looked at the people outside, and said with a smile: "Everyone gather around and watch together!"

Ying Zheng, A Yao, Wu Ya, Wu Huan, Zhao Gao, and Xian Yang Ling all walked to the side to watch.

Only Tu Sui, still stood on the spot, motionless, just watching eagerly like the armored soldiers below him, not knowing what Qin Yong wanted to do.

I saw Qin Yong brought the three big bowls over, put them on the table in front of everyone, brought the three grades of spirits, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I believe everyone has drunk a lot of spirits on weekdays." , but I dare to say that my spirits are absolutely unprecedented in this world, and you have never heard of them!"

As he spoke, he lifted one of the bottles and said with a smile: "This bottle is called whiskey, and this kind of wine, I usually call it warrior wine!"

"Why is it called Warrior's Wine? In the far west, there is such a group of people who are born to fight, not afraid of death, and the more they fight, the braver they become!"

"There, it's freezing, especially in winter. It's not comparable to what we have here. To put it simply, you can turn into ice before you hit the ground. This kind of environment is so harsh, I believe no one can survive, right? "

"But those people can survive. They go to the battlefield, they are brave and invincible. On weekdays, they rely on this kind of wine to keep warm. After these two sips of whiskey, no matter what monsters you are, you can fight if you say so. So, you say, this Warrior wine, should it be called or not?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look shocked. Is there such a bad place in this world?

And such a tough nation?
"Scream..."

Regardless of whether this is true or not, but based on this legend, everyone thinks that this warrior wine can be called!

Qin Yong nodded, and poured the whiskey on Wanzhong, the bubbles kept bubbling.

He picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "It's freezing cold at this time, I believe everyone's hands and feet are cold, and their bodies are stiff. Believe it or not, this sip of wine will make everyone sweat. Of course, this first time A sip of wine must be respected to our king!"

With that said, Qin Yong handed the wine to Ying Zheng.

The strong smell of wine hits my face, but it is not as mellow as the Moutai just now.

As far as the taste of this wine is concerned, whether it is high or not, it is definitely strong.

Just taking a sip, Ying Zheng almost choked.

Ying Zheng was a little dumbfounded, what is this bastard doing, he can tease the widows?

He was a little upset, but he hadn't lost his temper yet, and the key point was that he couldn't get angry.

He knew that Qin Yong wouldn't harm himself, so he didn't have to worry about poisoning him, but he felt daunted by the smell of wine rushing straight to his head.

Now he finally believed that there really was a stronger wine in this world than the one just now.

What should I do, the wine is already delivered to me, so I can't find an excuse not to drink it, can I?
The key is no excuses!

You can't stop drinking, because you don't even dare to take a sip of wine in front of the soldiers below, where is the king's face?
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, took the wine bowl, almost didn't even dare to think about it, and drank it clean with a big gulp.

"Grumble rumble..."

The sound of swallowing came one after another, it was true that I didn't dare to delay at all,

He held his breath and drank it in one gulp, and when he was gasping for breath, Ying Zheng regretted it.

Intuitively, his throat was hot, and the wine poured into his stomach, as if igniting a flame. The strong stimulation made his blood flow faster, and an inexplicable heat instantly swept through his whole body, as if it was going to burn him up.

"Good wine... good wine..."

Ying Zheng's face was red, and sweat was dripping from his face.

"Hahaha, good... Your Majesty is worthy of my Daqin warrior, Daqin King, you are amazing!"

"Qin Yongjing Wang brother a bowl!"

Qin Yong laughed loudly, and as he spoke, he directly poured the remaining half of the bottle into the bowl, raised his head and drank it in a big gulp, leaving the last sip, and kept rolling in his mouth, letting the wine stimulate his buds.

Qin Yong is talking about a kind of enjoyment when drinking.This strong wine has the enjoyment of strong wine, the enjoyment of fragrant wine.

If you don't care about it, just drink it in one sip, and you can't even taste the taste, then what is drinking?
Ying Zheng watched him from the sidelines, feeling a sense of admiration in his heart.

What does it mean to be able to drink?

This is what you can drink!

Men seem to have an inexplicable soft spot for wine by nature. Wine seems to be their best friend and the object they are most willing to challenge.

Whoever challenges harder will be the strongest warrior at the wine table.

This rule has not changed through the ages, it is the same in later generations, and it is also the same in this era.

Even the king, at the wine table, has moments of admiration, just like this moment.

Looking at Qin Yong's appearance of tasting wine, he really sighed, how he could slowly taste such strong wine.

"Hey……"

Swallowing the wine in his mouth, Qin Yong turned the wine bowl upside down, indicating that he had finished drinking.

After putting it down, Qin Yong picked up another bottle of wine and said with a smile: "The name of this wine is Shaodaozi, do you know why it is called that?"

Everyone was taken aback by Qin Yong's gesture of introducing the wine. With the whiskey in front of him, they were even more curious about the burning knife.

"Why is it called Burning Knife?"

Seeing that no one asked, Ying Zheng spoke first.

"Brother Wang, we have all seen this sword before, but Brother Wang has seen the appearance of forging a sword? This sword must be tempered by fire and then polished to become a sharp weapon!"

"The burning knife got its name from this!"

(End of this chapter)