It has to be said that Ye Feng and Hu San ended up in a draw, which was actually the best result. Not only did he save the face of his "master" Hu San, but he also didn't let himself touch the agreement that "if you lose a round, you must quit."
Butler Liu thought to himself: It seems that this book boy is not obsessed with winning or losing, or that this kind of winning or losing is not worth his obsession at all, but no matter what the situation is, this person is a person who knows the big picture. .
Everyone went to the next level, and the fifth competition event was "drinking wine".
To be honest, Ye Feng is really not good at tasting wine. After all, in Ye Feng's view, although tea culture and wine culture can indeed be called culture and are not superior to other cultures, they are cultures based on enjoyment after all. Ye Feng is used to living a hard life. Sorry, I really can’t enjoy it.
Furthermore, Ye Feng is not omniscient and omnipotent. He is not good at certain aspects. Isn't this a normal thing? Why else would we need companions? Isn't it just that when I am not good at it, I have my companions to support me and resist for me? This is like a normal person. No matter how strong his frontal combat power is, his back is ultimately a weakness. And leaving that weakness to a trusted companion to protect it is the most important thing, isn't it?
When Hu San saw Ye Feng like this, he naturally guessed something and said to Ye Feng with a smile:
"I know you are useless, but you should look at me as your master."
Hu San's words were met with a look of contempt from Ye Feng, but Hu San didn't take it seriously, after all, it didn't matter what it was. A sense of superiority is, after all, a sense of superiority, especially a sense of superiority over a certain powerful guy, which is even more refreshing.
And this scene was seen by Mr. Qian, and he instantly started to care about it.
Because wine tasting is not tea tasting. When tasting tea, you can take a small sip and put it down after savoring the taste. Generally, you will not drink all the tea, because drinking tea in that way is like drinking water and you will lose your dignity.
But wine tasting is different. Drinking wine and tasting wine does not mean taking a sip and not drinking the rest. It means putting it down. If you want to drink, you must finish it.
Mr. Qian saw that Hu San was a good-for-nothing but a good-for-nothing, and he was extremely weak. He didn't look like a man at all, so he must not be a good drinker. Although Mr. Qian doesn't know whether Hu San can drink well, he himself is a good drinker. Wouldn't it be enough to just drink him down?
So the competition officially began.
At the beginning, Hu San tasted the wine very clearly, and Qian and Sun didn't even have room to add more. However, after drinking 10 kinds of wine and 10 glasses of wine, Hu San's soles began to feel swollen. When it was time to taste the eleventh glass, Hu San had no choice but to find a stool to sit on. It was rare for Mr. Qian to speak first, but he didn't say everything. Even if Mr. Sun later added it, it was still inaccurate and incomplete.
When Hu San added something, he thought for a long time after finishing his 11th glass of wine, but he couldn't say anything after all. Ye Feng knew that it was not that Hu San didn't know, but that he was already drunk at the moment and his brain was refusing to work.
It's obvious that Hu San has stopped here in the 11th Cup.
However, Butler Liu seemed to have no intention of stopping it at this moment. Moreover, there are nearly a hundred types of wine that have not yet been tasted. It is obvious that this competition can only be entered by one person. To put it bluntly, everyone else has to get drunk and lie on the ground before it is over.
When Hu San reached out tremblingly to pick up the twelfth glass of wine, his hand had already begun to find the direction crookedly. He actually took it out empty at the first stroke. When Hu San finally found the direction, he was about to take it. When I was picking up the cup, my wrist was pressed down by the person next to me.
"That's enough, you can't drink any more." Ye Feng said seriously.
"I...I, I...I'm not drunk. I don't want to listen to other people's orders. I can...control my own life." Hu San started to talk nonsense.
"Well, I know, you work hard."
As he spoke, Ye Feng looked at Qian and Sun across from him and said, "I'll take his place and have a drink with you."
"Presumptuous!" Mr. Qian shouted angrily, "This is a place where only the master can play. What qualifications do you, a lowly bitch, have to speak here."
Ye Feng just looked at each other calmly and said nothing.
But suddenly Mr. Qian smiled and said: "If you want to be your master, no problem. I have a lot of people, so for every round after that, you have to say it first. At the same time, you have to be alone with me and Mr. Sun, one at a time." We have to use the cup, and you have to use the altar, because you are a servant and you have to pay a price before you can stand in the master's arena, I said. No problem?"
As he spoke, Mr. Qian pointed to the wine jars on the ground. Looking at the size, each jar contained at least 15 kilograms of wine, which meant that Ye Feng had to drink 30 kilograms in one round.
Although Mr. Sun was a little angry, the other party was really too powerful. If you can take this opportunity to squeeze the opponent out, that would be great. For Miss Yinjia like that, she still has enough opportunities. What's more, the person who made the shameless conditions was not me. So Mr. Sun chose to remain silent.
Butler Liu really wanted to know the choice of this book boy.
Then Ye Feng said: "Okay, no problem."
Mr. Qian saw that the other party had fallen into the trap. The reason why Mr. Qian gave in this time was for the simple reason that he not only wanted to make Hu San look embarrassed, but also wanted to make the book boy behind Hu San look embarrassed as well. After all, he firmly believed that his guess at the beginning would never be wrong. The book boy was also a drunkard.
Ye Feng picked up the large jar of wine and drank both Mr. Qian's small cup in one gulp.
When they saw this scene, Butler Liu and Mr. Sun were both amazed. If it weren't for the situation at this moment, they both couldn't help but cheer for Hu San's book boy. Drinking about 15 kilograms of wine in one go, the generosity and drinking capacity are not something ordinary people can achieve. It seems that Mr. Qian’s calculation was wrong.
After Ye Feng finished fucking Mr. Qian, he had a big fuck with Mr. Sun, and then he started to be the first to comment on the wine. Although Ye Feng doesn't understand wine, so what?
The most powerful thing about Ye Feng is not the outrageous amount of knowledge, but the strong learning ability to obtain that huge amount of knowledge. After watching Hu San's way of commenting on wine, Ye Feng learned something. For a moment, it turned out to be very clear and logical, even worse than what Qian and Sun said. At this moment, Qian and Sun were in poor spirits because they had consumed about 10 glasses of wine. Therefore, Ye Feng's wine tasting rhetoric still frightened the other party.
Butler Liu, who was an expert in winemaking, naturally saw clearly that Ye Feng didn't understand wine. But this ability to learn now is really amazing. What's even more admirable is his boldness as a man when he goes to the wine table. Compared with him, the two people opposite Qian and Sun looked more like women.
