After coming out of the study, Ye Fei wrote a recipe and asked Yang Yaodong to buy the above items, and then asked Yang Jianxiong to get a few bottles of soju.
After everything was prepared, Ye Fei went into the kitchen to start tinkering, and no one was allowed in during this period.
Five hours later, Ye Fei opened the glass door and came out with a smile on his face.
The Yang brothers wanted to ask something, but Ye Fei waved his hand to stop them.
Afterwards, Ye Fei took the two of them to Yang Baoguo's door again.
He knocked gently on the door: "Old man, it's time for dinner..."
Yang Baoguo said categorically: "If you don't eat, you have no appetite."
"You really don't want to eat?"
Ye Fei smiled faintly, took out a wine bottle, opened the lid, and blew into the crack of the door.
Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong, who had always been puzzled, suddenly smelled the fragrance of bamboo as soon as they opened the bottle, and they couldn't help but pour into their noses.
When they were exhausted, they suddenly felt that their whole bodies were smooth, every pore could not stop opening, and their whole body felt indescribably refreshed and comfortable.
Great spirits.
The next second, there was just a thump inside, followed by a burst of footsteps, and the door was opened with a bang.
"Bamboo leaves are green, bamboo leaves are green..."
Yang Baoguo kept sucking in his nose: "Is this the green bamboo leaves held by a thread? Where did the green bamboo leaves held by a thread come from?"
His eyes finally fell on the wine bottle shaped like a jade beauty in Ye Fei's hand.
Yang Baoguo grabbed the wine bottle, smelled it hard at the mouth of the bottle, and then poured a drop on the back of his hand.
"It's really a thread that makes the bamboo leaves green."
He was so happy that he pulled Ye Fei and shouted: "Ye Fei, is this wine yours? Sell it to me, sell it to me, and buy this bottle for 100 million."
One hundred million? One bottle?
Ye Fei's cost is only five hundred, five hours...
Brother Yang Yaodong was stunned.
Ye Fei smiled: "Mr. Yang, I brewed this wine myself. I just brewed it today. I won't sell it, but I can give it to you."
"Give it to me? Great, great."
Yang Baoguo was very happy. Then he caught something. He looked at Ye Fei in shock: "Did you make this wine?"
Yang Jianxiong nodded: "Yes, Ye Fei brewed it. We watched him brew it for five hours."
"How can this be?"
"This bamboo leaf green was no longer produced thirty years ago, and the secret recipe has been lost long ago. It is estimated that there are less than ten bottles in existence today."
Yang Baoguo looked at Ye Fei in disbelief: "You can't buy it even if you have money, how can Ye Fei brew..."
The same taste, the same texture, even the heart-warming aroma of bamboo leaves, is exactly the same.
"The truth is what Ye Fei brewed. Dad, let's talk about this later. Now tell me about your heartache."
Yang Yaodong quickly took over the topic: "Is this the green bamboo leaf that's your problem?"
"If my estimate is correct, the old man once treasured a bottle of Yinxianyu, but he accidentally broke it when he took it out these days."
Ye Fei smiled: "This thread affects the world, and you can't buy it even if you have money, so the old man is so angry that he can't eat or sleep."
Yang Baoguo did not deny it and nodded approvingly: "Ye Fei's analysis is correct."
As he spoke, he held the bottle of wine in his hand.
"Dad, what about it?"
Yang Jianxiong muttered: "No matter how top-notch this wine is, no matter how high-quality it is, there is no need for you to seek death and survive. It scares us..."
Yang Yaodong was also puzzled: "Yes, Dad, you can see many things. Back then, you didn't even bother to enter the purple city, just a bottle of wine..."
"You know nothing."
Yang Baoguo scolded his son angrily:
"If it was purely about my taste, if it were broken, I would feel bad for a long time at most."
"But it affects whether your Uncle Chu can return to Zhonghai."
"Old Chu Zhonghai started his career. He left for decades and never returned to Zhonghai. I invited him ten times and he refused ten times."
"It's not that he doesn't miss his old feelings and forgets his roots, but that he cares about the world and doesn't want to be said by the world that he only cares about one city and one pool."
Yang Baoguo's eyes became profound:
"It's just that for me, it means a lot for him to return to Zhonghai."
"Not only can you three brothers reach a higher level, but it can also remind the world that this is the place where Truman made his fortune, so that all parties will not dare to mess around."
"And the way to make Lao Chu come back regardless of all costs is to use the bamboo leaf green brewed by his old friend."
"This bottle of wine is related to the future of the Yang family and the stability of Zhonghai. If I break it, can you not be angry?"
Yang Baoguo glared at his two sons in disgust.
Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong fell silent. They didn't expect their father to have such good intentions, but they still felt that he was messing around, and they felt guilty at the moment.
At the same time, they were extremely grateful to Ye Fei.
Ye Fei said at this time: "Mr. Yang, your old friend is extraordinary. I am afraid that my copycat Bamboo Leaf Green will not be able to hide it from him."
"Exactly the same, really exactly the same."
Yang Baoguo laughed loudly, hugged Ye Fei's shoulders and said, "Whether it is the taste or the fragrance, there is no deviation at all."
"I don't know how you did it, but if you didn't tell me you brewed it, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference."
"Of course, my old friend may see the clues, but does it matter if there is a little difference?"
"In a world where the first thread is about to become extinct, it is definitely a blessing for him to have such a taste of bamboo leaf green."
His eyes were blazing: "Ye Fei, can you brew a few more bottles?"
"Dad, you are too greedy. Ye Fei worked so hard for a long time that he didn't even eat because of your heartache."
Yang Yaodong hurriedly pulled Ye Fei away: "You taste the wine first, I will take Ye Fei to eat, and we will talk after eating."
Ye Fei smiled and shouted to Yang Baoguo: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I will brew a few more bottles for you when I have time."
"Okay, okay, it's settled."
Yang Baoguo was so happy that he shouted to Yang Jianxiong: "Remember, one hundred million bottles, don't forget to give Ye Fei money."
Ye Fei almost fell down when he heard this, wondering if he should switch to winemaking? After all, there are many ancient recipes for making wine in the sea of consciousness...
"Brother Ye, this wine is really awesome. The more you drink, the more energetic you will be."
Half an hour later, in the Yang family dining room, the Yang brothers poured the residue of Bamboo Leaf Green into Maotai. They didn't take it seriously at first, but were shocked after taking a sip.
This wine is really the best. It has a clear color, refreshing aroma, and pure taste. Not only does it not hurt your brain, it also invigorates you.
Ye Fei smiled: "If you like to drink, drink more. I'll brew some for you another day when I have time."
"Thank you, Brother Ye."
Yang Jianxiong was extremely grateful, and then took out a check and pushed it over: "Brother Ye, please accept the medical fee and wine money."
Two hundred million.
Ye Fei was startled: "This is too much."
Yang Jianxiong smiled and said: "Just accept it. If you don't accept it, the old man will probably beat us to death, and he will inevitably trouble you in the future."
When Ye Fei smiled and accepted it, Yang Yaodong picked up the phone and took a look at it, then looked at Ye Fei and said:
"Brother Ye, I have a friend who is seriously ill and paralyzed. His condition is a bit critical. I wonder if you have time to take a look?"
He looked at Ye Fei expectantly.
"He is your friend, and he is also my friend."
Ye Fei smiled: "I can go and take a look."
I just received 200 million, and I’m too embarrassed to refuse.
"No, I'll let them come over."
Yang Yaodong smiled and patted Ye Fei's arm: "Let's continue drinking..."
Thirty minutes later, the roar of a car sounded at the garden gate, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"coming!"
Yang Yaodong dropped his wine glass, stood up with a smile, and greeted him out.
Ye Fei was startled. It was obvious that the person coming was of high status, otherwise Yang Yaodong would not greet him personally.
He stood up without asking.
Soon, a group of men and women in colorful clothes and a wheelchair appeared in Ye Fei's field of vision.
Seeing the man in the wheelchair and the woman beside him, Ye Fei's face darkened.
It was Huo Shangyin and Huo Ziyan...
