The old man hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Do you know what I like the most?"
Qingyin shook her head.
The old man took out a wine pot from his sleeve and shook it in front of her eyes, "I love nothing, but I love fine wine the most!"
When Qingyin heard that Mr. Yue loved drinking, she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not easy to love drinking. There is a bottle of wine in my ring. If you like it, I'll give it to you!"
"No, no!" Old Yue waved his hand and sighed and lowered his eyes. "I like not ordinary wine, but fine wine! It's a pity!"
"What a pity?" Qingyin was puzzled.
"I have searched all over the world in this life and failed to find a good wine. However, I didn't expect that I had the honor of drinking the "peach blossom drunk" brewed by the God of Immortals at the gathering of immortals and gods. Only that time, I can never forget it again!
"Old Yue said with an intoxicated look on his face. He could never forget the taste.
"The God of Fantasy Lotus?" Qingyin frowned slightly, and the luster in her eyes was responsible.
She seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, very familiar, very familiar, and when she heard it, she felt a little distressed.
I try hard to recall, but I can't remember anything.
"Yes, the God of Illusion Lotus! The highest-ranking judicial god in the fairy world!" The old man's vicissitudes of life raised his respect on his cheeks.
"Wouldn't that be a very powerful person! Old man, it seems that you can't drink it again!" Qingyin felt sorry for Yue Lao.
Suddenly I remembered something, and quickly opened the ring and took out the bottle of newly brewed wine from it, "But don't be sad, I can't drink the peach blossom drunk of the God of the Immortal Lotus. You can drink the beauty drunk I brewed with my own hands! This wine
, it is also made of peach blossoms!”
Not only was it made of peach blossoms, but it was also a peach blossom tree planted by the master in the yard.
Speaking of this unique skill in making wine, there is also a short story here.
One day, Qingyin finished reading the book and went to the master's study to play.
I accidentally discovered that there was a pot of stuff on the master’s table. I felt curious and opened it to drink.
But I didn't expect that the liquid in the pot was mellow and intoxicating, making people immediately addicted.
The last pot of wine was bottomed out, Qingyin was drunk too, and even got drunk and kissed the master forcibly...
When I think of the drunkenness that day, Qingyin's cheeks felt hot.
However, she occasionally missed her master's soft and cold lips.
When Yue Lao saw her distracted, she couldn't help but shake her head, "Looking at this, you can see that Sichun is Sichun!"
"Who is thinking about spring? I haven't. I just remembered something!" Qingyin handed the wine pot to Yue Lao, "Try it! It tastes very good!"
Old Yue glanced at the wine pot with a look of disgusting.
"Hey, don't dislike me! Some people want to drink it but can't drink it!" Qingyin said angrily.
Although she and her master live in Baihua Valley, occasionally, Master’s friend, Qianjia, would come to stay for a few days.
Qian Jia praised the beauty she brewed.
In order to drink the wine she brewed, Qianjia tried every means to ask her for it.
Unfortunately, those wines are brewed specifically for the master of Qingyin, so how could they get a share of the wine?
"I don't believe it!" The old woman raised her chin proudly.
Qingyin ignored him, cast a spell, and loosened the cap seal on the bottle.
When the bottle cap is loose, a light peach blossom fragrance fills the air, accompanied by a faint fragrance of wine.
"This smell...this taste..." The old man sucked his nose hard, wishing he could suck all the fragrance in.
"Hurry, hurry up! Girl, give me the wine!" The old man's greed was sucked out by the smell of the wine. He ignored his identity and grabbed the wine pot in Qingyin's hand, raised his neck, and took a sip of it first.