"Hmm? It smells so good!"

After waiting for about ten minutes, Fang Yi felt a scent of fragrance. The next moment, he saw a woman in her thirties walking in with a tray. There was a dish on the plate. The aroma was exactly what this dish was about.

"Auntie, I'll do it!" Bai Chuxia came forward and was about to take the tray, but was stopped by the woman. "Chuxia, your uncle said that everyone here is the guests. You sit there, and my aunt has the food to serve."

"Mom, I'll help you!" Wang Xiaojia was very sensible and followed her mother out of the house. Now the table in the front yard is going to serve food. Xiaojia's mother is really too busy to do it alone.

"Early summer, is this the fried fried waist flower?" Fang Yi looked at the dish in front of him carefully and immediately realized that when he was in Jinling, Brother Man liked to use this dish to serve wine the most, so they would order it every time they went to the restaurant.

After advancing to the innate world, Fang Yi had basically lost his demand for food, because Fang Yi had to work hard to refine the things he ate. The more he ate, the more he ate, the more difficult it would be. So Fang Yi only ate some fruits at best, and hadn't eaten staple food for a long time.

This does not mean that Fang Yi will not be able to eat in the future. As long as he further breaks through the state of the innate realm, the true energy in Fang Yi's body will transform into spiritual energy. At that time, no matter what Fang Yi eats, he can easily refine it, and there will be no worries he has now.

"It's fried waist flowers. This dish is not delicious when it's cold. Fang Yi, try it."

Bai Chuxia handed a pair of chopsticks to Fang Yi. Although she didn't know what Fang Yi had done in the past six months, Bai Chuxia could feel that Fang Yi's disappearance must have been a good time.

"Isn't that good?" Fang Yi glanced outside the door and said, "The master hasn't come yet. Let's start eating now. Isn't it a bit rude?"

To be honest, since he advanced to the innate world, it was the first time Fang Yi had an appetite when he saw food. This simple stir-fried waist flower directly aroused the worms in Fang Yi's stomach. If it weren't for the first time, Fang Yi would have started eating it long ago.

"They won't come."

Bai Chuxia smiled and said, "Auntie just said, we are guests today. Have you ever seen Xiaojia hide? They will definitely not serve. Fang Yi, how about you try the taste of this dish?"

"good!"

Hearing Bai Chuxia say this, Fang Yi was not polite anymore. He took the chopsticks and picked up a waist flower and put it in his mouth. After chewing it gently for a few times, Fang Yi nodded with enjoyment, "The old man's craftsmanship is indeed well-deserved. It's amazing to make such a simple ingredients so delicious!"

Fang Yi used to eat in the mountains. Because of the lack of seasoning, it was nothing more than steaming or barbecuing. The taste was relatively light, so he was very uncomfortable with the dishes he had eaten after he went down the mountain. However, the dish fried by Mr. Wang was a bit like his current cultivation level, which was that he had already brought it back to nature.

"If you eat more delicious food, eat more. There are not many dishes today. Four dishes and one soup. You two can finish it. If you can't finish it, it means that my old man's skills are not good."

As soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, Mr. Wang and Xiaojia walked into the room. Xiaojia was holding two dishes in the tray on his hand, while the old man was holding a bottle of wine wrapped in slightly yellow paper.

"Old man, I don't mention the skills. I can eat all eight dishes by myself." Seeing the old man in, Fang Yi quickly stood up and helped Xiaojia put the dishes on the table, saying to Mr. Wang: "Old man, can you sit down and eat something too?"

"I won't eat the food, but I'll have a drink with you for this wine." The old man smiled and waved his hand, took three white wine cups, put one in front of Bai Chuxia, and said, "Bai Yat, are you going to have a drink with your uncle today?"

"Uncle, you don't know that I don't drink."

Bai Chuxia shook her head when she heard this. The tutor of the Bai family was quite macho. No one asked the boy to smoke and drink, but the girl must not be contaminated. So if it was red wine, Bai Chuxia could still drink a little, but she did not touch the white wine.

"If you don't drink this wine, your grandfather will definitely say you don't know anything when you look back." The old man laughed and said, "If you tell the old man that you have drunk this wine, he will definitely be envious, jealous and hateful. Just drink two glasses of it."

"Old man, your bottle of Moutai is very particular."

Looking at the wine in Mr. Wang's hand, Fang Yi pointed to the paper on it and said, "This is wrapped in good cotton paper. This kind of cotton paper made of bamboo, hemp rod and skin is not visible now. Your wine is old."

Fang Yi followed Yu Xuan without vain. The so-called miscellaneous items were all kinds of things. This is also one of them. Fang Yi once heard Yu Xuan say that in the 1950s and 1960s, good wine was wrapped in cotton paper. In the 1980s, it was not until the 1980s that the layer of cotton paper outside was replaced with a cardboard box for beauty reasons.

As for how Fang Yi saw that this is Moutai, it would be even simpler, because the words Kweichow Moutai are clearly printed on the cotton paper, and although the packaging is different, the Moutai bottles are not much different from those now.

"Hey, you kid still knows wine?" Old Master Wang looked at Fang Yi with a hint of surprise, "Then tell me, how many years is this wine?"

"Old man, show me the wine."

Fang Yi reached out to ask for the bottle of wine. He held it in his hand and first looked at the paper and the mouth of the bottle, then shook it in his hand, pondered for a while, and said, "Although this wine is well sealed, it has evaporated a lot. It should have been fifty years, but it will not exceed fifty-five years!"

"Good boy, you are there!" Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old man's eyes widened wider and he slapped his thighs and said, "It's not bad, I know medicinal food and wine, what else do you know?"

"Old man, my old job is actually to identify antiques." Fang Yi touched his nose. He knew a lot, but he didn't need to show off in front of the old man.

"I don't understand the antiques, but you're right about the year of this wine."

Mr. Wang waved his hand and said, "This wine was produced in 1949, but it uses the raw juice from a century-old cellar. Because it was used for National Day, it is probably less than ten bottles in the world. Bai Yatou, your grandfather has been thinking about my wine for a long time."

Due to his background, Mr. Wang's temperament was very reckless. Even when he was young, he did not have so much dogmatism. He worked as a chef in Jinan Prefecture, and his whole family was full of flushing food. After arriving in the capital, even after the idea of ​​natural disasters in those years, no one in the Wang family was hungry.

As for these bottles of wine, they were naturally obtained by the old man for personal gain. Not only the National Day wine used in 1949, but since he arrived at the State Guesthouse, he has retained the National Day wine used in almost every year. In the most inconspicuous room in this courtyard, almost all the famous wines are placed.

"Old man, this wine is too expensive, let's not drink it today."

Fang Yi was also surprised when he heard the origin of the wine. He once heard from Teacher Yu that there was a bottle of Moutai for 50,000 yuan last year, which once sold 120,000 yuan at the auction house, setting the highest price for domestic liquor auctions.

The bottle of wine brought out by Mr. Wang is not only longer than that bottle in terms of age, but more importantly, it also has certain historical and political factors. Fang Yi believes that if this bottle of wine is given to the auction, the starting price will be at least more than 200,000 yuan.

"What is expensive or not? Isn't it just for drinking wine?" The old man waved his hand and said, "Today, I'm treating you this wine. If you don't drink it, you won't give the old man face."

The old man took out the wine, which was actually a kind of compensation from the other party, because when he saw the medicinal recipe, he knew that it was indeed an ancient recipe, and the ingredients on it were so clever that even Mr. Wang could hardly help but swear. In the old man's mind, this recipe is much more valuable than this bottle of wine.

"Okay, it's better to obey your orders than respect. Since the old man said that, let's drink it today."

The worldly wealth is nothing in Fang Yi's heart. With Fang Yi's personality, not to mention that this bottle of wine is only worth hundreds of thousands or hundreds of millions, he definitely has the courage to drink it in his stomach, and he doesn't even blink.

"Happy, I like you boy more and more."

Seeing that Fang Yi did not act like that, the old man couldn't help but look at his admiration. He took out this bottle of wine with two meanings. One was to look at Fang Yi and see what his vision was. In the end, Fang Yi said the year of the wine in one sip.

The second meaning of Mr. Wang is to see if Fang Yi will reveal the young people's disconfidence and fear when facing such valuable objects. However, Fang Yi's arrogant and straightforwardness made the old man extremely satisfied.

"Come on, open the bottle and pour wine!"

The old man happily patted the table and watched Fang Yi open the bottle of wine. Although he had a lot of wine at home, even the old man was reluctant to drink it. He only took out a bottle of the year during the Chinese New Year every year.

"What a great wine!"

When Fang Yi opened the bottle cap, a rich and mellow smell of wine suddenly came into his nose. The wine poured into the wine glass was different from what Fang Yi had drunk before. The wine turned yellow and looked a little sticky. When he poured a cup and lifted the mouth of the bottle, the wine was actually connected into a thin line.

"Come on, I've done it!"

Mr. Wang couldn't wait to pick up the wine, drank it into his mouth in one sip, squinted his eyes and savored it, and said, "This wine is indeed of a good age. When I drank this wine, it was far less fragrant than it is now."

"It's delicious, not spicy at all." Bai Chuxia also drank the wine in front of her, and a hint of blush quickly appeared on her fair face, which looked very red.

"I don't know how the little devil is doing?"

When Fang Yi drank this glass of wine, what he thought was different from the two around him. He thought of the little devil king far away in Myanmar. The little guy was addicted to alcohol. Fortunately, he didn't bring it back. Otherwise, the good wines from the Wang family would have been ruined by it.

"Dad, what kind of wine do you sell, why is it so fragrant?" As soon as he got the second glass, Wang Tianliang hurried into the room, carrying a few bags wrapped in oil paper in his hand. After entering the room and seeing the wine on the table, Wang Tianliang couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are lucky. You just happened to catch up. Come and have a drink." Seeing your son come back, the old man smiled and said, "Didn't you think about the bottle in 1949 for a long time? Come, I only left you one cup."

"Dad, this... this is your treasure, why are you willing to open it?"

When Wang Tianliang heard his father's words, he was stunned. In order to store these wines, the old man bought a large safe and placed all the precious wines in it. He didn't even have a key to the safe.

"The future son-in-law of the Bai family is here, of course I have to bring some good things out." The old man laughed. Fang Yi did not mention the value of the medicinal recipe. The old man would not say that the wine was used to thank him. Both of them just had a tacit understanding.

"This is too luxurious."

Wang Tianliang's lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't spit it out in the end. However, Wang Tianliang still couldn't understand his father's actions. You know, the old man from the Bai family asked his father how many times he asked for the wine, but his father never let it go.

"What are you doing when you are stunned? If you don't drink, Xiao Fangke and I will finish drinking."

"Drink, drink, I haven't drunk it yet." Wang Tianliang quickly picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it in one sip.

The old man knew what his son was thinking, but he ignored Wang Tianliang. He turned to look at Bai Chuxia and said, "Bai Yat-tou, I still have two bottles of wine. One of them was kept by you for grandpa. When he celebrates his 80th birthday in a few days, I will bring this wine to him, but you are not allowed to tell him in advance."

"Uncle, I will thank you first on behalf of my grandfather." Bai Chuxia smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of the old man and said, "Uncle, I wish you a cup of good health and longevity."

"You girl is just likable." The old man laughed, his eyes full of loving expressions, and said to Fang Yi: "Xiao Fang, Chuxia is a good child. You must treat her well, otherwise the old man will not spare you."

"Old man, don't worry." Fang Yi nodded seriously, but his eyes were aimed at Bai Chuxia. He didn't know that the old man of the Bai family was about to celebrate his birthday.

"Okay, you two eat slowly, I won't disturb you." After drinking three glasses of wine, the old man stood up, called his son and granddaughter out, and went to the front yard to greet the real guests.

"Early summer, you said grandpa's birthday, what should I give me?" Fang Yi said seriously.

"I haven't told you to go yet." Bai Chuxia rolled her eyes at Fang Yi, frowned slightly, and said, "My parents don't know about you coming back yet, and grandpa doesn't know. I haven't figured out how to tell them."

Bai Chuxia's parents knew Fang Yi. Due to the old man of the Wei family, Bai Chuxia's mother had some differences with her father. Bai's mother was willing to listen to the old man, but Bai's father was a little unhappy.

In the words of Bai Chuxia's father, Mr. Wei is just Bai Chuxia's grandfather, and he is his real father. His daughter's marriage must not be so hasty. They must not nod after they have seen it.

Last time, Bai Chuxia called Fang Yi to come to the capital, just to let Fang Yi meet his parents, but unexpectedly, Fang Yi went to Myanmar at that critical moment, and then disappeared for more than half a year, so this matter was naturally left unresolved.

Bai Chuxia's parents also knew about Fang Yi's disappearance. They were all reasonable people. They must be sad when they knew their daughter, so they never mentioned this. But now Fang Yi suddenly appeared again. It is difficult to guarantee that Bai Chuxia's parents would not remember the incident of Fang Yi letting them go before.

"My grandfather and my dad both have a bit of an old-fashioned literary style. Their thoughts are quite outdated and always think that men should have a legitimate job. Last time my dad heard that you were in the antique business, he looked unhappy."

Bai Chuxia expressed her concerns. Although she wanted to be with Fang Yi very much, she didn't want to hurt her father who loved her since childhood, especially since her grandfather was old, and Bai Chuxia didn't want her grandfather to worry about her.

"Hey, can I say you have some confidence in me?"

Seeing Bai Chuxia's frowning look, Fang Yi couldn't help but be happy. He gently patted Bai Chuxia's hand on the table and said, "Don't worry, when I go to see them, I will definitely let them accept me."

"Do you promise?" Bai Chuxia looked at Fang Yi with some childishness.

"I promise Grandpa Mao."
Chapter completed!