While Tang Sufan watched the show with narrow eyes, Li Shimin and the other three poured the wine in their glasses directly into their mouths.
As soon as it entered the throat, it was like a red-hot knife scraping straight from the throat to the belly.
This is not some bland local wine from the Tang Dynasty, but a liquor with a temperature of more than 30 degrees. Although it is not a top-notch high-altitude wine, it is definitely strong enough.
Immediately, Li Shimin and three people put on "pain masks" on their faces, and Cheng Yaojin's big face was immediately twisted like that earthy eggplant.
But after I drank it, wouldn’t it be more embarrassing to spit it out now? The three of them suppressed the feeling that their chests were on fire and drank half the glass of wine in one go.
With a joking smile on his face, Tang Sufan shouted as if he was mocking: "You three have a good capacity for drinking! You are such real men!!"
Li Shimin:…………
Cheng Yaojin:…………
Fang Xuanling:…………
The three of them finally figured out that this boy was really wilted and bad, and he was simply not worthy of being a human being.
"Good wine, really good wine..."
It took the three of them a long time to recover. They stared at the wine in the glass cups in their hands and sighed in admiration at the same time.
But having said that, this wine was far superior to any other wine they had drunk before. Just the spicy and strong strength alone, even the wine on the grassland was not half as good.
After taking a sip of strong wine, it was like a ball of fire burning all over the body. After the spicy and fiery taste, there was a long aftertaste of faint bamboo between the lips and teeth~
The most famous wine in Chang'an is Sanlejing. Compared with this wine, it is simply a world of difference. It can be said that it is not even qualified to compare.
No wonder this little thief said it was a fine wine that even the emperor could not drink. It was indeed so...
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows and said to Li Shimin: "How about Lao Li? Is this wine a wine that even the emperor can't drink?"
Li Shimin smacked his mouth, savoring the aroma of wine in his mouth, nodded and said, "Yes~"
Then I thought distressedly, if I drink this wine now, how can I drink other wines in the future?
Tang Sufan then greeted again: "Come on, use your chopsticks."
After speaking, several people picked up their chopsticks, each picked up a piece of meat and put it into their mouths.
Then Li Shimin and the other three, who wanted to be reserved, quickly tasted several other dishes...
The mutton is warm and thick, with a rich flavor that fills your mouth. It's simply wonderful.
The chicken is tender and delicious, and you will be completely addicted after one bite.
The taste of other dishes, cooked with the seasonings made by Tang Sufan himself, coupled with the high-fire stir-frying method in the farmer's earthen stove, was completely beyond their imagination.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that this kid made this kind of food.
Cheng Yaojin took another sip of the fine wine in the glass, and his big, rough face suddenly showed a distorted and intoxicated look, and he let out a long cry: "Ah~~"
Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling were slightly better, but they also had rosy faces, but anyone could see their satisfied and intoxicated expressions.
I can’t help but say in my heart, now that we have good wine and delicious food, we can even eat them in glass vessels that are worth more than ‘golden cups and jade cups’. Life is like this, what else can I ask for~
The three natives of the Tang Dynasty also completely opened the door to a new world in terms of food. This kid really knows how to enjoy it.
Even Li Shimin wanted to tie Tang Sufan back and send him to the imperial kitchen.
Tang Sufan originally wanted to greet him with a polite word as the host, saying don't be polite, just treat it as his own.
But the three of them immediately started to feast like a storm. Even Fang Xuanling, a serious scholar, lost his old face and looked like he was devouring the food.
Fortunately, Tang Sufan didn't know the true identities of these three people, otherwise he would have said that Li Shimin, you have disgraced all the emperors of the past dynasties~
Tang Sufan didn't say much at all, and quickly joined in the food fight. If he didn't eat, these three bitches might lick the whole plate.
For a while, the four of them ate hard, except for the occasional sound of clinking wine glasses, and the sounds of a few people complaining.
"Lao Cheng, I... it's really disgusting. Why don't you give me such a big piece of mutton?"
"Old Fang, you, a scholar, can't you be polite when eating?"
"Hey, boss, it doesn't matter. No one here knows."
"I'm going. Can you three slow down? I did it anyway, so can you leave some for me~"
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After a few rounds of pushing cups and changing cups, the sound gradually slowed down as the sun set to the west. Unconsciously, several people drank from the noon sun to the afternoon.
Tang Sufan had no choice but to go to the backyard and bring out two jars of wine.
The small square table was already littered with cups and plates. Several people's faces were flushed and they were leaning on their back chairs with bloated bellies~
Tang Sufan blushed drunkenly, stood up unsteadily, and said inarticulately to Li Shimin: "Come on, Lao Li, let's go... one more time~"
"Come on~ let's go~"
Li Shimin also responded with a drunken look. He picked up the cup, not caring whether it was colored glass or not. After clinking the glass fiercely, he took another sip for himself.
On the other side, Cheng Yaojin was holding the wine jar, his bearded bear face pressed against the cold wine jar, as if he was holding some beauty, his face full of drunkenness.
He stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his mouth and bit it, and muttered something randomly from time to time. Most of these words were similar to Bi Qiniangzhi's beautiful Chinese culture~
The most sober person was Fang Xuanling. He could still sit upright in the chair, but he still smelled of alcohol.
The four small jars of wine weighed more than ten kilograms, and Cheng Yaojin drank almost half of it, which made Tang Sufan raise his eyebrows.
The remaining three people also gained a few pounds after changing cups and cups, and they were also a little on top.
Tang Sufan could be regarded as risking his life to accompany the gentleman. He drank two or three kilograms with him. As the saying goes, it is easy to talk about things at the wine table. Maybe Lao Li got drunk and the matter between him and Li Xiaorou was settled?
Tang Sufan continued to speak incoherently: "Old~Old Li, look, it's hard to find a young man as talented and rich as me~"
Li Shimin patted Tang Sufan on the shoulder. He was so drunk that he didn't forget to praise himself.
However, Li Shimin, who still maintained a trace of sobriety, still knew that his daughter, a princess, could never marry a commoner. It was against etiquette and law, and he would definitely be scolded to death by the ministers of the court.
However, there was not much sense left. He picked up the wine glass again and said with a big tongue: "Come on, brother, keep drinking~drink! I don't have to say this, I have to ask Rou'er's mother~"
Brother~?
Fang Xuanling, the most sober person, twitched the corner of his mouth. Your Majesty is about to lose his mind. It will be fun when this kid knows our identities~
Tang Sufan, who was a little drunk, frowned and cursed in his heart, "It's your grandma's fault. I drank so much with you, but it's still the mother-in-law who has the final say after all!"
But forget it, drink it all, drink it to your heart’s content and that’s it.
"Come on, brother, let's go one more time..." Tang Sufan hooked up with Li Shimin, who stood up, and continued: "Then my mother-in-law needs some kind words from you, brother..."
"Let's talk again, come on... drink~ Lao Cheng, drink~ why did you fall asleep?"
"Oh, leave him alone and drink~"
Li Shimin and Tang Sufan had another beautiful sip.
After drinking, the two of them slumped on the chairs again, each thinking about their own things.
Tang Sufan raised his head and put his feet directly on the table. His hazy eyes were facing the slanting sunlight. He couldn't help but squint and raised his head to look higher...
Looking at the cloudless sky, my misty eyes gradually became a little lost...
