"I still have to wait."
The little kingfisher fluttered its wings and flew around the reception room, but couldn't find the one it wanted, lost all interest, and landed on the master's shoulder again.
"Before they come, drink a few cups of the wine you bought and try the taste."
Lin Qingluo was very interested, and with a gentle wave of her slender hand, a gentle spiritual force returned with ten altars of spiritual wine, neatly stacked in the conference room.
Glancing at the wine jar, she smiled and took out another glass wine glass.
Slapping the wine jar with a palm, the seal on the mouth of the jar was released, and the spirit wine flew into the wine glass like a trickle.
"Master, take a sip and guess the year."
The little kingfisher became very playful, and used its small wings to cover the label on the wine jar so that the owner could not see it.
"OK."
Lin Qingluo had this intention, raised his wine glass and took a sip, frowning slightly.
"Guess it?"
The little kingfisher looked at its master with great interest.
"This wine is almost meaningless."
Lin Qingluo drank the wine in the glass, showing a bit of dissatisfaction: "The ten-year Baihua Niang, the year is correct, the ingredients are not complete, the fermentation of the flower juice is a bit poor, not mellow enough, the tip of the tongue is sour, and the taste is not good."
"The ingredients are not complete, it should be a problem with the wine party."
The little kingfisher's mind was active, and the speed kept up with the master's rhythm.
"Try another altar."
With a flash of inspiration in Lin Qingluo's left hand, he slapped away another wine jar with another palm.
The spirit wine entered his throat, and his eyebrows were frowned.
"Master, how are you doing?"
The little kingfisher was very curious.
"This jar of wine doesn't work either."
Lin Qingluo shook his wine glass, and made a pertinent comment: "Twenty-year-old fruit wine is sweet and fragrant, but not spicy enough. It tastes like fruit juice. It doesn't feel like drinking. It should be that the amount of cornel fruit is wrong, too much. Leading to excessive sugar concentration...."
The little kingfisher rolled his eyes, and his small eyes flashed a joke: "Maybe it's not that the spirit wine is not good enough, but that you are used to drinking fairy wine, and your mouth is full of it. You are not used to ordinary spirit wine, so why don't you just drink vintage wine?" The longest gets it."
"Makes sense."
Lin Qingluo readily accepted Xiaomengchong's suggestion: "Then try the oldest, century-old wine."
The hundred-year-old Baihua Niang has been unsealed, and the aroma of the wine is tangy.
"Master, try it."
The little kingfisher couldn't wait, and hurried to urge the owner.
"good."
Lin Qingluo showed a little hope, and slapped the wine jar, and a trickle flew into the wine glass following the guidance of spiritual power.
She picked up the wine glass and took a sip, her hopes disappeared in an instant.
"No, why is the spirit world's wine-making skills regressing? The centuries-old wine is far less delicious than the wine from the Sun's Winery. Could it be that my mouth has drank it?"
Thinking in her heart, she put down the wine glass, took out a jar of 20-year-old Hundred Flowers Wine from the Sun Family Winery in Furong Town before she left, and broke the seal and poured a glass.
The wine entered her throat with a mellow and pleasant aroma. She narrowed her eyes comfortably, showing an intoxicated expression.
"smell good!"
"What kind of wine is this? So fragrant?"
The door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside, and three gorgeously dressed youths ran in.
One of them was very handsome, smelling the aroma of wine, he rushed to the wine jar ahead of his two companions.
He was so excited that he came to a position one meter in front of Lin Qingluo, tripped, his body became unstable, and he jumped straight forward.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Lin Qingluo stretched out a finger to touch his forehead, avoiding the embarrassment of the two colliding.
"Fairy, where did you buy this jar of wine? Can you tell me."
The young man was very thick-skinned, and standing firm was not an apology, but a wink and an ambiguous wink.
Lin Qingluo shivered from the cold, shaking off goose bumps all over the ground.
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