Tiger son-in-law

Hearing this, Lin Bing Bing rushed up to the top of his head and screamed and shouted: "what do you mean by Jiang Xiao Bai? You have a woodlouse with red wine? Have you ever drunk? You? Don't do anything about this ugly person. The more you talk, the more ignorant you are! I think you are jealous of our family's knowledge!"

"Jealous of him?" Jiang Xiaobai shook his head with disdain on his face:

"How can I envy an embroidered pillow who gives gifts with fake goods and only knows how to boast and force, but can't find a penny in his pocket?"

"How many ugly people make trouble? You use this word very well, very well!"

Li Zihao's face turned purple and shouted:

"Jiang Xiaobai, don't mess around!"

"The smatter has been cleared up. Now we are talking about red wine. Since you say I am a woodlouse, you pretend to understand it. Then you must know very well about red wine. You can tell me what I said just now is wrong!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head:

"Which one is wrong? You're not right! You're Farting!"

"What? Jiang Xiaobai, what are you talking about? What's wrong with Li Shaogang? We don't understand, but most of the red wine here are experts. You can't fool people if you want to make it up!"

There was a burst of retort at the bottom. They didn't hear anything wrong when they heard Li Zihao talking about red wine culture. Instead, they thought Li Zihao's words were very literary and beautiful, which well reflected the difference of noble children. Now Jiang Xiaobai actually said that Li Zihao's words were worthless, which was nonsense!

Jiang Xiaobai sneered:

"First, there is no wine in the world that has been preserved for more than 300 years. If it must be poison, it will not be drunk by dogs!"

"Second, the red wine 200 years ago was basically wooden barrels, and glass bottles will never be used, because the wine will deteriorate as long as it sees the air, so it is sold in a whole barrel! I think your bottle style, your bottle of wine will never last 80 years."

"Third, red wine first appeared in the western regions of China. It was introduced into the Central Plains by Zhang Qian of the Han Dynasty, several centuries earlier than France. You have to read more books to boast."

"Fourth, the luminous cup of grape wine is just a word of elegant vassal by scholars, because the smelting technology was not developed at that time, only the jade cup was used. If you really find the luminous cup to drink, it would be a big mistake, and the taste is not as good as the glass. The one who can really drink wine is the wooden cup, and the cup made of hundreds of years of ivy wood is the best."

"You boy was cheated by an ancient poem thousands of years ago. You really found two luminous glasses to drink red wine. Should I say you are ignorant or stupid?"

Everyone who said something was silent. Although what Jiang Xiaobai said was unimaginable, it made sense when thinking about it. At least this wine has been for 300 years, and many people have muttered in their hearts.

Li Zihao was even more sweating and squeezed out a sentence for a long time:

"You, you talk nonsense. You, you are against me. You, you pretend to understand. The wine I bought at the 3 million auction will not be fake, will it be fake!"

"Lying trough!"

Jiang Xiaobai was shocked and screamed:

"I thought you were pretending to be stupid, but it turned out to be really stupid. Are you the stupid son of the legendary local master, who has a lot of money?"

"You... You..."

Li Zihao was so angry that he could not say a complete word now.

"What's the matter with me?"

Jiang Xiaobai said:

"If you are not convinced, find a professional wine taster in the hotel to identify it, and whether what I said is true. Go to Baidu yourself. Now that technology is so developed, you still play the noble suit. What about your father?"

"Yes, yes, we'd better find an appraiser to identify it. Don't drink and have problems."

"I'll find it!"

"Jiang Xiaobai knows a lot. I'll Baidu first."

There was a whisper in the crowd. Someone immediately came to the wine appraiser of the hotel. The wine appraiser wanted to identify a bottle of 300 year old red wine. He frowned slightly and said nothing. He poured the red wine into the glass, sipped it gently, felt it in his mouth, swallowed it slowly and exclaimed:

"Good wine, Romany conti in 1947, there are only 600 bottles left in the world. One bottle of wine is less than one."

"What? 47 years, less than 80 years, really called Jiang Xiaobai, this boy is right!"

"Master, are you mistaken? It's really not 300 years old?"

The wine taster smiled:

"This gentleman is really funny. How can there be 300 years of red wine in the world? Let alone whether there are any utensils that can be kept for so long. Even if there is excessive fermentation, it is full of bacteria and will die if you drink it."

Uh!

The man as like as two peas, who looked at Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, was somewhat admired. The wine teacher's words were exactly the same as Jiang Xiaobai's words. It seemed that the boy knew something very crooked ways.

"Yes, yes. Red wine first appeared in China in 138 BC. It's really centuries earlier than French red wine."

There was another exclamation in the crowd. They had forgotten Li Zihao's long speech just now. Instead, they quarreled with Jiang Xiaobai about drinking with glasses and wooden cups.

Li Zihao became a dispensable orphan, holding the Romani Kandi he bought at a high price in his hand, looking at the unfilled wine glass, his eyes were lonely, his back was bleak, weak, poor and helpless.

"Cough! Come on, don't argue. Although the wine Zihao gave me wasn't distributed for 300 years, it's also a best collection. Uncle Zhong, I'm not going to distribute the wine to you soon. We should have a drink together on such a happy day today."

Lin Zhenbei saw that Li Zihao was really poor, so he found a step for him. Li Zihao sighed, silently sat back in his seat, lowered his head and never said a word again.

Not only he but Lin Hongxia, Lin Bing Bing's expression is somewhat lonely. Before returning home, they were very much despised at the Lin's side of the sea side. They wanted to show a rich face in front of this group of woodlouse. Who knew suddenly that a small white river was pulling Li Zihao's face one after another. They were sitting here feeling uncomfortable all the time, and Lin felt north as if they were laughing at them.

Lin Zhenbei was also unhappy. He always felt that Li Zihao looked down on himself and always fooled him with fake goods, so he only talked with Lin Hongxia occasionally, and the meal was neither hot nor cold.

On the contrary, the one Jiang Xiaobai ate was in high spirits. He threw off his cheeks. The dishes in the bowl were as high as the mountain. Li Zihao's Romani Kangdi was drunk by him for at least seven cups. He had to pump his mouth every time he drank one cup and praised him:

"Good wine. It's a pity that I didn't bring my rattan cup."

Looking at his proud appearance, Lin Bingbing couldn't eat a mouthful of food. When the party was almost over, he finally broke out:

"Jiang Xiaobai, haven't you eaten in your eighth life?"

"Looking at your lazy appearance, my cousin Wanrou might as well marry a pig as marry you."

"Don't you have antiques at home? My sister Wanrou married you. What did you give her? Take it out for me to see!"

"No, no!"

Jiang Xiaobai said with a hiccup:

"I made a marriage for two days. What are you doing with those hypocritical things? If she wants the moon in the sky, I'll take it off."