Chapter 439

Li Shimin went down.

The whole face changed in an instant.

What did I drink just now?

Rustling, and there are bubbles

This is not

At the thought of this, Li Shimin's face turned green.

He threw up on the table again.

Zhang Feng didn't joke or say anything. He just glanced at it and continued to barbecue.

"Well, here comes the roast chicken wings!"

"Come to Lao Li and eat chicken wings?"

"No, no, no, brother Zhang Feng, I take you as my brother, but you make fun of his fucking brother?"

"It's fucking horse urine... Vomit..."

Li Shimin is afraid to mention that word again.

I feel like vomiting when I mention it.

But in Li Shimin's disdainful eyes, Zhang Feng picked up the bamboo tube Li Shimin had drunk, bit chicken wings and drank beer, and unexpectedly drank it with fucking relish.

Li Shimin looked frightened and inexplicable.

"Feng Zi, are you stimulated by something? Or what? If you have something, you can say, as long as I can handle it, I'll help you handle it. Don't be reluctant!"

Originally, Zhang Feng was in a good mood, but when he heard this, he was unhappy in an instant.

"With you, Lao Li means that my head was caught in the door!"

"Hey! Lying trough, you... Forget it, don't bother to explain. Ah, this is the wine I brewed with sprouted malt. It took only three days."

"Although none of you can hold the locust when you drink it for the first time, if you drink more, you will find that it is really delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Li Shimin is stupid.

In his appalled eyes, Zhang Feng actually had a hiccup, and there was a layer of white foam on the bamboo tube, which came out of Zhang Feng's mouth.

Li Shimin's stomach churned again.

"This thing, are you sure it's okay?"

"Haven't you seen me drink? And what do you think is wrong with me?"

"You have something here!"

Li Shimin pointed to Zhang Feng's head.

The peak of Qi almost burst into foul language.

"Do you like to drink or not? If you want to drink at that time, you don't have your share!"

Zhang Feng turned his eyes and simply ate and drank himself. He ate a chicken wing and drank a bamboo wine.

Seeing this, Li Shimin couldn't help beating a drum in his heart. He picked up a bamboo tube from the table, imitated Zhang Feng's appearance, picked up a roasted chicken wing and took a bite. In a moment, the full smell of pepper spread in his mouth. Then he closed his eyes and took a big gulp like swallowing poison. He resisted the desire to vomit and swallowed it forcibly.

But the next moment, Li Shimin's eyes opened slowly after closing for a long time, and bursts of horror burst out in his eyes.

Baijiu is really like Zhang Feng said, glycol, there is still a lot of untold comfort, bubbles in the belly burst feeling particularly comfortable, and even a kind of unpleasant feeling, is the mash, or liquor is not comparable.

While drinking, Li Shimin had an illusion that the beer and the barbecue fit together so well, just like two things, which are originally one.

Li Shimin was shocked.

"Feng Zi, how did you get this beer... This foam, and how did you get this wine?"

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes

"Well, have I ever tricked you?"

"Just say whether the wine is good to drink!"

"Wonderful! This wine is really, unspeakably wonderful!"

Li Shimin looked at the bamboo tube and couldn't help smacking his mouth.

"That's enough."

While Zhang Feng was talking, he poured the wine into a sea bowl.

In an instant, bubbles on the wine surface piled on the wine surface in an instant.

Wine foam is no better than later generations. Due to the manufacturing process and insufficient pressure, Zhang Feng can only let him have the bubbles naturally existing in the original malt. Unlike later generations, in order to increase the storage time, he has to inject carbon dioxide into it.

In this era, I don't have that ability.

I don't have the equipment.

And this pure brewed beer has few bubbles.

However, the strength of the wine is naturally unmatched by other beers, even if it is divided into dry beer, black beer, draft beer and so on.

Zhang Feng pointed to the yellow orange beer and said again, "although this thing looks like horse urine, people who haven't drunk it will definitely think it's horse urine for the first time, but when you can force yourself to hold back and drink a bowl, congratulations. This wine recognizes you!"

"And, Lao Li, you know, this is the discarded malt that even pigs don't eat. It's brewed from bitter and black malt. This is what I'm going to get out of the mountain!"

"You can calculate the cost. You can brew beer in three days, and one stone of wheat can brew ten or more stones of beer. Moreover, this bamboo tube only holds one kilogram, and one bamboo tube sells one Wen. Your product, your fine product, but once this thing is accepted by the whole people of Datang, how much money do you have to earn?"

"In addition, with the current barbecue, if you calculate again, the drinking capacity of the whole Datang people can be said to be massive. As long as this meal is drunk, this person can't drink dozens of barrels?"

Li Shimin's face has long changed.

Zhang Feng patted the numb Li Shimin on the shoulder and said, "Lao Li, your product, your fine product!"