webnovelfull Chapter 187 Osmanthus Brewing
Chapter 187 Osmanthus Brewing
Xiao Su, who followed out, had an expression of dismay on his face.
Who dares to abuse him?
You are deceiving the kids again, but I don’t know what you want this time.
Mr. Fu was so moved that he squatted down and held Qingqing in his arms.
He was really wronged this time.
Those who grow flowers have osmanthus wine to drink, but he, the grandfather, doesn’t have any!
Is this reasonable?
The old man hugged the soft and furry little ball and complained aggrievedly.
"Qing girl, it's okay if Grandpa doesn't have osmanthus wine to drink, but it's enough that you still miss Grandpa."
It was as if he had studied under Fu Xueji for two and a half years and had learned the essence.
But the simple and soft-hearted little girl is most susceptible to this.
She stretched out her chubby little paws and pawed at Grandpa Fu with all her might, even her baby voice following suit.
"Grandpa, get up. Qingqing will give you some drink!"
She didn't even know what osmanthus wine was.
The little girl really loved Mr. Fu, even though she tried hard for a long time but couldn't pull the old man up.
Xiao Su at the door couldn't bear to watch it anymore and walked over.
"Uncle Fu, you haven't even gone home yet and you're here to complain to Qingqing."
Mr. Fu subconsciously looked up at him, a little puzzled, "How do you know?"
How could Xiao Su not know? It was he who led people to move a jar of osmanthus wine to the Fu family's house and placed it in the most conspicuous place in the living room.
Whenever the old man goes back to look at it, he can no longer say that others abused him.
Seeing Xiao Su's speechless expression, Mr. Fu gradually realized that he seemed to have made a big mistake.
"Send it to me too?" he asked.
"Of course. I can forget you even if I forget anyone else."
Look, the consequences of forgetting are right here.
“It’s good enough that you sent it…” The old man muttered, then stood up.
He didn't feel embarrassed at all, but he felt that he had wasted the girl's feelings.
"grandfather?"
Mr. Fu looked natural and rubbed her little head. "You're mistaken, little Qing. No one is abusing Grandpa."
When he smelled the aroma of osmanthus wine coming from the house, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a treasure, and he was attracted by the smell and went in.
He no longer wants his precious granddaughter, who he cherished just a moment ago.
Seeing the little girl with a confused face, not knowing what had happened, Xiao Su reached out and carried her in, with a funny tone.
"After all, I was wrong about you."
In the room, a beautiful osmanthus wine bottle was emitting the fragrance of osmanthus wine.
Next to it are two small wine glasses that match the wine bottle. There are a few small and delicate osmanthus flowers in the inner walls of the cups, which look like real ones.
They are all good things, but what Mr. Fu is most concerned about is the osmanthus wine in the bottle.
The Xiao family's housekeeper, who was looking for something nearby, saw something coming towards Guihua Niang and was about to tell her to be careful, but then he looked closely and found that the person coming was Mr. Fu, so he kept silent.
Old Master Fu moves between the Xiao and Fu families every day, acting as a tyrant. No one can control him except Xiao Qingdai and Qingqing.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper looked at Guihua Niang with some regret.
This big bottle will probably be gulped down by Mr. Fu, he also wants to drink some...
Just as he thought, Mr. Fu directly picked up a clean osmanthus wine glass and poured a little into it.
This osmanthus wine does not seem to have been brewed for a long time, because the color of its liquid is light milky yellow. Generally, the longer it settles, the brighter the color will be.
But its fragrance is not weak at all. You can smell it when it is in the bottle, and the fragrance is even more mellow after it is poured out.
The old man wanted to comment on the aroma, but when he held the wine glass under his nose, his brain suddenly went blank and he forgot all the words he wanted to say.
At this moment he had only one thought in his mind.
It turns out there really is something that can make him speechless.
Since he couldn't remember, he simply stopped thinking about it and put it directly into his mouth.
The texture is sticky when you put it in your mouth. When the liquid flows to the tip of your tongue, the first thing you taste is a mellow sweet taste, and the fragrance of osmanthus fills your entire mouth in an instant.
The taste of the wine is extremely unique, with a hint of bitterness, but it does not make people feel greasy.
Its texture is like gauze, as smooth as the most precious and smooth silk, sliding down the mouth and across the throat.
Wherever it slides, it leaves a unique flavor, which is rich and lasting, leaving people with a long aftertaste.
It is so fresh and natural, rich and delicate, it is indeed a masterpiece rarely seen in this lifetime.
Mr. Fu likes to drink. He used to smoke and drink, but he was forced to quit after the doctor came.
But even so, he had drunk countless good wines in his life.
There are various private collections from home and abroad, some of which are dozens or even hundreds of years old.
But precisely because I drank too much, I don’t have a deep impression of those wines. Even if I thought they were good at the time, I have forgotten them now.
But this simple bottle of osmanthus wine is like an indelible ink mark, leaving the most vivid and colorful mark in his wine tasting life!
"Hahaha, good wine!"
The old man drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his eyes shining brightly, and he looked so energetic that he seemed to have become a dozen years younger.
Just as he was about to pour another glass, he suddenly felt a little hot.
The glass of wine I just swallowed went from my throat to my stomach, leaving behind a refreshing fragrance before starting to warm my stomach.
It wasn't the kind of heat that comes from burning liquor, but a warmth.
The warmth that flows through every part of your body after the alcohol takes effect.
Old Master Fu clenched his fists. The veins on the back of his old hands bulged out, and he looked extremely powerful.
He felt that his body had recovered a lot. After drinking just one sip, he felt full of energy and was so excited that he wanted to run out and do a few sets of boxing.
"This wine actually has a nourishing effect!"
He stared at the bottle in his hand, once again impressed by the effect.
The habit of wanting to own something good when I see it comes back again.
Just at this moment, Xiao Su walked in holding Qingqing.
Mr. Fu put down the bottle excitedly and walked over with a flushed face.
He opened his arms and wanted to hug Qingqing.
There was some worry in Xiao Su's eyes, and he tentatively put the little girl in his arms.
"Can you hold a child in your current state? Be careful..."
After the old man held the child firmly, he stood by and carefully protected him, fearing that if Mr. Fu's hand shook, the child would be thrown out.
Not only could Mr. Fu hold the baby in his arms, he also lifted the baby up, which made Xiao Su's heart beat fast.
"Uncle Fu, be steady!"
Qingqing is a soft and chubby girl. She has taken care of herself to be plump and healthy, so she is a little heavier than other children of the same age.
At this time, she hugged her grandfather's neck tightly, not afraid at all, and even felt a little curious.
"Grandpa's face is red." The little girl said curiously.
Mr. Fu laughed heartily, then leaned over and rubbed her cheek.
The aroma of osmanthus wine left on her body when she drank it just now also spread all over Qingqing's body, and the little girl felt dizzy when she smelled it.
When the stubble on Mr. Fu's chin rubbed Qingqing, the little girl backed away in fear.
Grandpa's jaw, attack her!