Chapter 19 Alcohol Beauty

"The supporting role, are you here?" The old man in the bar still continues the first name. Although Cao Bo always feels a little strange, he knows the meaning of this title, which shows that he has entered the life of the old man. In the eyes of the other party, he is no longer a passer-by, although the old man is not a rich person, no It's a great honor for Cao Bo.

"Yes, my play is exhausted, so come to you to relax and see how the play is here." Cao Bo said it humorously. In fact, life is still his own life, but Cao Bo's life at this moment has an intersection with the old man.

The bar is still very lonely, just like when Cao Bo came last time. Even if the lights are on and eight or nine o'clock at night is the time for men and women to look for excitement, there is still no one here except the elderly.

"Why don't you work hard?" Cao Bo looked around for a week, and then said jokingly, "Look at you, you can't even find a role-play actor. How can anyone like such a play? You're not playing a one-man show either.

The old man patted the bar hard, and then let Cao Bo sit over loudly. However, when Cao Bo sat in the swivel chair, his head was patted by the other party with his arm. Of course, Cao Bo did it on purpose. If he wanted to, ordinary people really couldn't reach him.

Because Xu Chu was summoned, Cao Bo obtained Xia Houyuan's skill - surprise attack. The watch showed an increase in movement speed by 20%, which Cao Bo had just seen.

"Bad boy!" Unexpectedly, the old man was a little angry. He almost put his body on the bar, and he was a little angry like a child.

"Do you think that deliberately making me happy?" The old man snorted unhappily: "Do you think I'm too old, so you look down on me?"

Cao Bo's reaction to the other party is a little inexplicable. Who would have thought that it was wrong for him to deliberately let the other party hit him.

"Come on! If you can't hit me in ten strokes, you have to buy me a drink!" Cao Bo shook his neck twice, with a posture that he was ready.

Cao Bo thought that the old man would really hit him ten times in a row, but the old man's body shrank back and then looked disapproving.

"Even if I call you, do you have money to pay the bill?" The old man wiped the bar in front of Cao Bo. Although it was as clean as a mirror, the old man still seemed to feel unclean.

"What would you like to drink? Beer? Wine?" The old man leaned sideways and looked at the wine rack behind him. Unexpectedly, Cao Bo blurted out without thinking at all: "White bar, it's best to have a knife or old white work!"

The old man looked at Cao Bo in surprise, and then squeated his tongue and shook his head: "What kind of liquor does the child drink? Beer nourishes the stomach and fruit wine lowers blood pressure. Only drinking too much liquor hurts the liver. If you are not so sad, why drink those things?

Cao Bo smiled, but he knew that his smile was very bitter. Cao Bo now has a big pimple in his heart. This pimple is in Xia Menghan's hand, and the other is in Jin Haoyue's hand.

"What?" When the old man saw Cao Bo's appearance, he had a little care in his heart for a long time: "There should be only one reason why a young man like you wants to drink stuffy wine."

"Is there something wrong with your relationship?" Instead of waiting for Cao Bo's answer, the old man turned around and opened the door to the warehouse.

When the old man came out, Cao Bo saw that what he was holding in his hand was not a wine bottle, but a large blue and white porcelain bowl, and before he came to Cao Bo, Cao Bo had already smelled a gentle sweet taste.

"What is that?" Cao Bo only felt that his tongue was salivating, and the fragrance not only ** his nose, but also stimulated his tongue and stomach.

"I made my own rice wine with some spices, and I also planted it myself." The old man gently put the wine bowl on the bar. Cao Bo saw that the ** inside was amber, and the concentration was very thick and not as light as white water.

"A jar of material can make a small jar of rice wine, and that jar can only pour out ten bowls." The old man picked out two small black cup from the bar, and then picked up a white jade wine chip. Obviously, the old man is very experienced in his research on wine culture. Judging, these drinking utensils are different from ordinary hotels. This level alone is 108,000 miles away.

The old man gave Cao Bo a cup first. Cao Bo was just about to try it, but he was stopped by the old man.

"Bad boy, you are really impatient!" The old man seemed to be testing Cao Bo's patience. He did not panic and poured a cup for himself, but it was not full.

"Although this wine tastes light, I have added a lot of things in it. I can't drink more at my age." The old man explained himself: "Mellow wine is like a beauty. It can only be tasted lightly and not excessively, otherwise it will hurt the body..."

After saying that, the old man looked at Cao Bo. Cao Bo knew that the other party was talking about himself, but his situation had nothing to do with that, and Cao Bo didn't want to explain more, but just drank the wine in the cup.

"Young people are really impatient." The old man's lips gently licked the edge of the cup. If Cao Bo hadn't had the other party's lips wet, Cao Bo could not even see that he had drunk.

"I've said before that there are ingredients in this wine. Even if you are young, you can't stand it." Before the old man finished his words, Cao Bo's body had a reaction.

When he was in the mouth of the previous wine, Cao Bo only felt that his teeth and cheeks were fragrant, but at this time, from his throat to his stomach, Cao Bo only felt that the journey was a little warm.

Then, the feeling became stronger and stronger, and the heat was getting higher and higher. In the end, there was a burning tingling sensation.

"Look, what did I say?" The old man filled Cao Bo with another cup, and then pushed it in front of him: "Too much wine hurts the liver and stomach, and more women are sad!"

Cao Bo's stomach is burning now. He quickly waved his hand and refused, "Didn't you say that you can't drink too much wine? Why do you let me drink it now?"

"I just want to drink some ice water now. Can you get me a cup? It doesn't matter if there is no Himalayan ice water." Although Cao Bo felt uncomfortable, he didn't forget to make a joke.

The old man did not move, but lit the wine cup in front of Cao Bo with his hand.

"If you drink too much, you just need to stop, push the glass open, and then drink some decohol tea to relieve it. But if you give too much, can you stop so easily? The old man's words suddenly pierced Cao Bo's heart, and this stimulation also eased his uncomfortable feeling a little.

"No one is born ruthless. The reason why he is ruthless is because there is too much love, so love is nothing, it's just a tool..." The old man seemed to be saying something to Cao Bo, and then he turned his words back to this wine.

"And most people will feel uncomfortable when this wine first enters the stomach, but when you drink too much, the wine is not wine, but water mixed with grain essence or industrial chemicals." The old man asked Cao Bo to drink the wine quickly. Although Cao Bo was a little hesitant, he saw the old man's confident eyes, so he no longer wanted to pour the wine directly.

It's strange to say that Cao Bo's abdomen was still a little hot just now, but now after taking a sip of wine, Cao Bo actually felt an ice line flowing from his throat. After sliding into his abdomen, it gradually merged with the hot feeling. Only three or five seconds later, Cao Bo felt that his whole body was warm.

"What's going on?" Cao Bo looked at the old man strangely, because he had never drunk this kind of wine. The first sip was still hot, and the second sip was so cold.

"Haven't you heard of yin and yang mixed wine?" When the old man saw Cao Bo's expression after hearing the name, he immediately corrected, "Don't think about it. This is not that kind of rotten thing!"

The old man told Cao Bo that although this kind of rice wine seems to be simple to make, its effect is absolutely not simple.

In addition to some herbs, there is a kind of fruit from Persia - the sun and moon fruit. This kind of fruit is round in shape and golden when it is ripe and cannot be eaten directly, because it is very rare and does not seem to have any commercial value, so there are very few people who even know about it.

However, by chance, the old man found that when this kind of fruit was soaked in rice wine for a period of time, it could reconcile the yin and yang of the body!

"When you take the first sip, your body will produce a resistance effect. The reason why you feel dry and hot all over is that your body is that your body is positive, and the heat is actually emitted from your body." The old man said that when he drank the second cup, his body had begun to adapt, and the previous firepower had almost emanated, and this wine could just force out the excess fire in Cao Bo's body, so that the yin and yang in his body could be adjusted to a relatively balanced state.

"Originally, this wine should be tasted slowly. If you drink it slowly, your body's reaction will not be so big, and you won't feel as uncomfortable as before." The old man said this and glanced at Cao Bo: "As the saying goes, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it. The more anxious you are to solve some things, the worse the final result will be."

"Bright, will you only drink one kind of wine? For example, some kind of special hobby?" The old man suddenly asked, Cao Bo didn't figure out what the other party meant for a while, so he subconsciously shook his head, because there were few people drinking only one kind of wine in the world.

"Yes, no one will drink only one kind of wine." The old man slowed down and continued, "So you don't have to worry about one thing. Some things happen. This is what is written in your script. You haven't forgotten this, have you?"

After Cao Bo listened to the old man's words, the pimples in his heart just now seemed to be smaller. Indeed, as the old man said, it is better to let nature take its course, and what is the right wine for him? Maybe it will take a little longer to really figure it out. .

"Come on, drink slowly." The old man poured the third cup for Cao Bo. Originally, he wanted to bring it to Cao Bo, but as soon as the wine cup was raised, Cao Bo was not waiting to reach out to pick it up, but the old man suddenly fell down from the chair with a sound...

"Grandpa!" Cao Bo didn't know what had happened, so he quickly bypassed the bar and ran to the old man. At this time, the old man's face was pale. He, who was very talkative just now, seemed to be in his teens in an instant.