Chapter 8: The Lonely Meng Wine

  Meng Jiu's changes were all seen in Chu Feng's eyes, and he felt a sense of relief in his heart, knowing that he had done the right thing this time.

  But the more it is so, the less dare to be careless, many things are often in the final moment of complacency, leading to failure.

  So Chu Feng wanted to add fuel to the fire, making it burn even more fiercely. He deliberately let out a sigh: "Alas, what a pity that this hundred-year-old vintage wine was said to be scattered wine. Since Master Meng doesn't want to taste it, Manager Qin, I'll just take it back then."

  With Qin Fang's intelligence, how could she not see what Chu Feng was going to do? Although she was still blaming Chu Feng in her heart for taking the liberty of speaking those words earlier, if these hundred-year-old secrets were true, they would be a big deal related to the development of Zhuangyuan Pavilion, and she wouldn't take it personally on this matter.

  "Alright then, since Uncle Meng doesn't want to taste these hundred-year-old vintages and I also can't tell if they're genuine or not, you might as well take them back."

  Chu Feng looked at the wine at the door, Meng did not speak, nor did he move. Because he was carrying himself, he couldn't see his facial expression, and his heart became even more nervous. However, the play had already reached this point, as the saying goes, "the bow is on the string, it must be shot", and can only continue to perform.

  Chu Feng slowly covered the bucket lid, and found that Meng Jiu was still standing at the door without moving. He felt a pang in his heart, so he had to pick up the wine barrel and walk out slowly.

  It's said to be walking, but in fact it's more like moving slowly, extremely slow.

  The play has to be performed, it's already come to this point, Qin Fang can't help but make a move, then she'll force Old Meng again. She frowned and suddenly shouted at Chu Feng who was about to walk out the door: "Chu Feng, just now Old Meng said that we don't need employees like you in our hotel, so go to the finance department to collect your salary, and don't come back tomorrow!"

  The words were as sharp as a knife, leaving no room for maneuvering. Although he knew it was just an act, Chu Feng still felt a jolt, and his mouth twitched with a hint of bitterness: "Alright, I understand, Manager Qin."

  This time, he was truly feeling somewhat disheartened, and even his hand holding the hundred-year-old wine had become somewhat limp.

  "Wait!"

  Just as Chu Feng was about to walk out of the door, Meng Jiu, who had been motionless all along, suddenly spoke up and stopped him.

  Actually Meng Jiu was not calm, but in fact his heart was already turned upside down.

  He has been fond of wine since childhood, and can identify the taste of wine by smelling it. As he grew older, all he needed was a single drop to know whether the wine was good or bad. After he came of age, not only could he distinguish between good and bad wines, but also their degree, age, and whether they had been adulterated or diluted - everything became clear at a glance.

  Later, with age, his experience became more abundant, and because he was frugal with words, he gained the reputation of being "golden-mouthed".

  He is a man who values his reputation and loves wine as much as life itself.

  But at the same time, he is also a lonely and proud person.

  Today, as soon as he came in, he actually saw the wine barrel on the table, but because the packaging was too simple, he didn't think much of it. It wasn't until later that someone asked him to taste this wine, and he thought it was an insult to him, so he turned his sleeve and left.

  Later, Chu Feng said that the wine was a hundred-year-old vintage, and he didn't believe it even more. Because he had been fond of good wine all his life, and had tasted all the fine wines in the world, so he knew better what a hundred-year-old vintage meant.

  But just as he was about to leave, Chu Feng opened the lid of the wine barrel. The rich and profound aroma of the wine made him tremble all over. Judging solely by this fragrance, he could determine that this wine was not an ordinary one. Although it might not be a hundred years old, it must have been aged for several decades, otherwise it wouldn't have such a deep and mellow flavor that had been brewed into the passage of time.

  He wanted to turn back at that time, but as soon as he thought that he almost missed it because of the poor packaging of this wine, he felt deeply responsible and sparked an unprecedented struggle in his heart, so he was stunned there, without any reaction.

  It wasn't until Chu Feng was about to leave that he came to his senses, so he opened his mouth to call out to Chu Feng.

  Of course, Chu Feng didn't know all this, he just had a faint feeling that at this moment, Meng Jiu was different from when he first came in, as if he had become more calm and composed.

  But this was not what he cared about, what he cared about was his wine: "Meng Lao, is there something?"

  These words had a hint of deliberate inquiry, but Meng Jiu didn't mind them. His smile was still warm and friendly, just like an old neighbor: "Young brother, may I have the pleasure of tasting your hundred-year-old wine?"

  "This... " Chu Feng furrowed his brow and looked at Qin Fang, appearing to be in a difficult situation as he said: "But just now Manager Qin has already fired me, so..."

  "Did I say that?" Qin Fang's slender eyebrows rose, and she actually turned her face away, refusing to acknowledge him. Moreover, her eyes, like water, glared at Chu Feng with a fierce gaze.

  That means it's like saying, stop making a fuss!

  Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat as he was gazed at by Qin Fang's beautiful eyes, and he smiled awkwardly: "Then please, Old Man Meng, have a taste."

  Meng wine took over the large bucket handed over by Chu wind, and then, like a magic trick, he somehow pulled out a small yellow cup from somewhere. The small cup was about the size of a thumb and could hold about one coin's worth of wine.

  Meng wine carefully poured half a cup of wine into the small cup, and surprisingly not a single drop was spilled. This move made Chu Feng admire him.

  He was pouring wine into a sheep fat jade bottle when he spilled quite a bit.

  Meng picked up the small wine cup, but instead of drinking it directly, he first looked at it against the light. His originally dim old eyes suddenly sparkled with two bright lights. He slightly swirled the small wine cup, and the half cup of wine inside splashed onto the wall of the cup.

  Then slowly put the wine glass in front of his nose and sniffed it lightly.

  ……

  Watching Meng Jiu Xian doing these things with interest, Chu Feng let out a soft sigh. Indeed, no matter what, everyone has their own way of doing things. If drinking normally was like this too, then it would be exhausting to death.

  "Good, good, good!" Just as Chu Feng was sighing in admiration, Meng Jiu finally swallowed the small mouthful of wine he had been savoring, and after relishing the taste, couldn't help but loudly exclaim his approval.

  His face, which had always been calm and unruffled, was now flushed with excitement, his eyes gleaming sharper than ever, but not fixed on Chu Feng or Qin Fang, but rather staring at that shabby wine barrel.

  "Master Meng, is this wine really a hundred-year-old vintage?" Qin Fang asked, her heart already certain after hearing the praise for Master Meng's wine, but still couldn't help asking anxiously due to the importance of the matter.

  "Yes, of course!" Meng wine was still savoring the taste, and after a long time, he reluctantly turned his eyes away from the large barrel: "This wine is undoubtedly a hundred-year-old vintage, but for some reason, it has a few more subtle and elegant flavors than ordinary vintages. After drinking it, it leaves a lasting impression."

  As he spoke, a hint of desolation suddenly appeared on his face, as if sighing to himself, and also seeming to mock himself: "After drinking this wine, how can I drink other wines again?"

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