After breakfast, Yang Ling couldn't wait to pull the little pineapple into the kitchen. Yang Ling carefully recalled the entire process of distillation, and found that there was no problem, so he started to do it.

In order to keep it temporarily confidential, Yang Ling drove everyone out of the kitchen, leaving only himself and Xiao Pineapple, who was responsible for the fire.

Yang Ling poured the wine he had prepared into the pot, filling a large pot. As a playboy, Little Pineapple was not good at burning fire. Of course, it was indeed difficult to control the temperature during the distillation process in this era without a thermometer. Fortunately, it was just a process of adding firewood, and Little Pineapple had a lot of fun.

As the original wine in the pot began to boil slowly, the aroma of the wine gradually spread, the little pineapple sniffed hard and said greedily: "It smells so good!"

Yang Ling ignored him and kept staring at the last part of the condenser made of bamboo tubes. When the first drop of pure wine dripped out, Yang Ling let down half of his heart. Seeing this, the little pineapple wanted to take the new wine and taste it, but Yang Ling slapped his hand off. "If you want to die, just let your mother repair you. Don't seek death here." Yang Ling scolded, regardless of the aggrieved look of the little pineapple. Just kidding, this is 100% pure ethanol. If you drink it directly, you don't know if your liver can bear it.

Yang Ling lifted the lid of the pot and saw that there was only half of the pot left in the pot, mixed with impurities from the original wine. Yang Ling removed the condenser and stopped the pineapple from setting fire.

"Come and see what's going on?" Yang Ling smiled and asked Xiao Pineapple to check the newly steamed wine together.

"It smells so good!" Little Pineapple sighed: "This wine is as pure as water, without any impurities, and it looks like a good wine!"

"Haha, it just looks like it. Can it meet my requirements? Let's take a look again? " Yang Ling greeted.

"That's great, I'll wait for you to say this." Little Pineapple shouted exaggeratedly.

Yang Ling carefully took a little and handed it to the little pineapple, because she was afraid that the concentration of the wine was too high, so the little pineapple was not used to it. However, the little pineapple ignored it and took it over and poured it down. Then she burped it a long time, her face turned slightly red, and she said contently: "What a good wine!"

Yang Ling had a hint of doubt in his eyes. Logically, those who tasted high-concentration white wine for the first time would not look like a drunkard in the pineapple. They were just spicy and burnt. Yang Ling felt something was wrong. He tasted it carefully a little bit, but found that the distillation process just now had no significant improvement in the increase in the concentration of the wine, except for removing the impurities in the original wine. Yang Ling frowned.

Little Pineapple hugged Yang Ling's shoulder and said, "Third brother is very capable. Brother, I have drunk a lot of wine, but I have never tasted such a good wine. This time, my brother has really benefited from my third brother. He can taste good wine and make a fortune, hahaha!"

"Do you think the wine just now is very good?" Yang Ling asked disconfidantly.

"Of course! I used to have the imperial wine given by the palace in my house, which was just for the purpose of worshipping ancestors. I was naughty at that time and had drunk it secretly, and it was definitely not as good as my third brother just now." Little pineapple said affirmatively.

"But, this wine is not what I originally thought. Although it looks much clearer, it is still tasteless." Yang Ling frowned and paced back and forth. What went wrong?

"Ah, I'm still tasteless, third brother, what kind of wine do you want to make? This is already very good." Xiao Pineapple asked, "I said you have drunk such a good wine?"

"Of course!" Yang Ling replied angrily. Although he was a poor man in his previous life, he always had wedding banquets and could drink good wines on occasions like Taiya. Yang Ling was not a drunkard, and he usually didn't have the best quality wine like Maotai. However, the rich fragrance of ordinary good wines and the warm feeling that extends along the throat to the stomach are excellent. What's wrong? Yang Ling thought hard.

Even if Xiao Pineapple doesn't care about anything, she knows that her brother is thinking about problems, and she puts away her usual whine and dares not disturb Yang Ling's thinking.

What is wrong? Yang Ling carefully recalled the distillation process. Although he had been graduating from high school for so many years, he might not even write chemical equations, but his chemistry scores were very good in high school. I remember the distillation process very well, because the chemistry teacher at that time was the vice principal of the school. Yang Ling remembered that distillation is not only used in wine, but also in oil, etc. The distillation process is required. Ah, by the way, Yang Ling suddenly thought that when doing the ethanol distillation experiment, the teacher once said that temperature control is not very good. You can use the difference between water and ethanol boiling points to separate again. Simply put, the first evaporation will inevitably produce a mixed steam of ethanol and water, and it can pass through the water that just boils again. In this way, when the mixed steam passes through the boiling water, ethanol will continue to evaporate due to the lower boiling point, and the original water vapor will be absorbed, and a small amount will evaporate together.

Yang Ling slapped his head and ordered the little pineapple to boil a pot of water again. He poured the steamed white wine into the pot. The experiment started again. Because this time he used the wine that had been distilled roughly, Yang Ling did not remove the device until the pot was dried. I have to say that Yang Ling had a very correct idea this time. The wine he collected was as clear as ever, but this time the wine smelled more intense.

"Third brother, I can't stand this wine once I smell it. Why are you waiting for? Try it quickly!" Little pineapple held Yang Ling exaggeratedly and said.

"Haha, I don't know how this time, let's try it." Yang Ling still just made a little for each of them. The little pineapple took it and drank it in one go. The little pineapple's eyes widened, her face turned red, as if she was about to vomit, but she swallowed it forcefully, then her brows were frowning tightly, then her face turned red, and she let out a heavy breath, shouting loudly: "Okay! Good wine! Third brother gives me some more taste."

Yang Ling didn't know what the wine is like now, so how dare I try it randomly for him. Yang Ling used his tongue to make a little bit. This progress was indeed obvious. Although it did not reach the concentration of liquor in later generations, it was not low. It was very refreshing to drink it and it was not very spicy. If you want to get liquor like liquor in later generations, at most, you could just steam it a few more times.

Seeing that Xiao Pineapple was scratching her head, Yang Ling had to pour a little more for him, and she reminded him with uneasy: "Second brother, this wine is so strong, you must drink less. If you get drunk, your aunt will look for me."

"Don't worry, when I drank it just now, I felt like it was burning in just one sip, and I forced myself to swallow it. But now I feel a warm stomach, and the fragrance of wine has been lingering in my throat. The taste is wonderful. This time, my brother must have tasted it slowly like you, so that I can taste all kinds of tastes." The little pineapple looked like an old alcoholic in the world.

"I said second brother, although I know this wine is good, do you think it can be sold? I'm afraid others won't get used to it." Yang Ling asked the little pineapple who was closing his eyes and savoring it. He was very unconfident in his words. After all, it was the first time he did a big thing. Even if he just copied the experience of future generations, it was enough for him to be nervous.

"Fuck, just this taste, no one dares to say it's bad. Even if the emperor drinks it, I have to say "worry". The third brother just put his heart back in his stomach. We deserve to send a vote this time. Money. With this thing, even if I give all my money to my father, hahaha!" At the end of the day, the little pineapple laughed loudly.

"Then we have no experience in how to do it. Should we ask our uncle and aunt?" Yang Ling said.

"Yes, go and ask my father and mother." Xiao Pineapple said and pulled Yang Ling out.

"If anyone of you dares to enter the kitchen, I will know that I will break your legs!" Xiao Chunapple went out and said to the servants who were looking around, and at this moment he fully showed his playboy and jing.

In the main hall of the Xiao family, Mr. Xiao was scolded by his wife with a bitter face, while the servants beside him lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to say a word. Yang Ling and Xiao Pineapple slowly approached with a wine jar. For Mr. Xiao, he was undoubtedly a savior from the sky.

"Ah, son, nephew, what wind has blown you? I miss you so much!" Mr. Xiao changed his declining momentum, shook his sleeves, walked to the two of them, with a chunky wind on his face, just holding Yang Ling and Xiao Pineapple's tight hands, revealing his helpless mood.

"Son, I heard that you two got into the kitchen early in the morning and didn't know what to do. You didn't allow the servants to go in. Is there anything you want to find a mother?" Mrs. Xiao also changed her smile and walked over, but she didn't forget to pinch the soft flesh on her husband's waist in secret.

"Uncle, do you welcome me or hate me? Is this constipation-looking, is it because I have become angry recently?"

Yang Ling asked as she looked at Mr. Xiao with a confused expression.

"Welcome, of course, is a welcome! My son has never had many friends since he was a child. It is rare to bring a friend back as a guest. I just cried for him with great joy." Mr. Xiao looked like he was about to cry.

"Dad!" Little Pineapple curled her lips dissatisfied.

"Shut up! I am the head of this family!" Mr. Xiao said viciously, but he was not careful that the pain on his waist would be even worse.

"Son, is there anything wrong? You'll take Yang Ling out for fun if you have nothing to do." Mrs. Xiao was trying to train her husband.

"That's right. My brother got the secret recipe from some god that could make immortal wine. We made it all morning and finally got some. Come and ask your parents to taste it."

Yang Ling was stunned. How shameless the little pineapple is. She didn't blush even when she lie in front of her parents. She was still a little tender, but then nodded and said, "Please give me some advice."

"Okay, okay, I like to give advice to young people the most." Mr. Xiao quietly escaped from his wife's clutch with a straight face.

Yang Ling uncovered the lid of the wine can, and a smell of wine spread throughout the room. Mr. Xiao swallowed his saliva greedily and said, "It smells so good, let me taste it!"

Yang Ling poured a little into the tea bowl for them, looking at them with hope. He saw Mr. Xiao close his eyes and savoring carefully, just like the little pineapple, and his eyes lit up. He smiled and said to Yang Ling: "My son is not bragging, it is indeed a fairy wine. Yang Ling, if you want to regret the Kong family's relatives, aunt has many good daughters."

Yang Ling: “…”
Chapter completed!