Chapter 281

"Yes." With that, Jiangning turned his back to the wine table. It was obvious that he was going to let Mr. Chi start mixing wine first. He didn't even go to see what 20 kinds of wine were put on the table.

After the preparation, in front of each of the 20 kinds of wine, there is a small cup, which obviously contains the 20 kinds of wine to taste the taste of the wine.

Then a mixing pot appeared on the table. Chi took a deep breath and nodded to the young people around him.

Chi Lao moved. He picked up some of the wines and put them gently without making a sound. However, he didn't think it was over. Some of the wines he poured out, but some of them pretended not to pour out.

Then several kinds of wine were picked up and processed in the same way. The last 20 kinds of wine seemed to have been picked up by Chi Lao, but in the end, the dazzled people didn't even remember which kind of wine Chi Lao poured.

"Well, you can turn around."

Jiangning turned around and the mixing pot was in his hand. Although Chi is old, his hands and feet are not slow at all. The wine mixing pot is like dancing on his hands, spinning constantly.

"With such a high rotation speed, Mr. Chi must make the wine fully mixed. In the end, all the flavors are mixed together, and the immortals can't taste it."

"Although Chi is old, his movements are very sophisticated. Maybe he was born as a bartender before."

Among the people, some people talked about it, but some people took out their mobile phones and planned to take this scene as a souvenir. Obviously, they thought it was wonderful.

The process of mixing wine lasted nearly three minutes. After the last toss, Chi got out of the way and didn't pick it up with his hand.

Everyone exclaimed, thinking that the wine pot was going to be dumped, but the final pot was actually standing on the table. There was no sign of shaking at all.

When the mixing pot was opened, Chi Lao took a wine glass and tilted it out slightly. Even if the wine in the glass was poured out, it was still spinning. Everyone was amazed.

"The colors are all mixed up. What is Mr. Chi planning to do? Unless his luck reaches the limit, how can he guess what kind of wine he made?"

A middle-aged man exclaimed that he didn't expect anyone to be able to taste it. He used it to guess.

Zhang Lei is ready to fall into the well. Although he can't say it clearly, it doesn't matter. He didn't promise to fight wine. It's really standing and talking without backache.

"Dr. Jiang, I think you'd better give up. Originally you don't know much about wine. Now, tut Tut, you have no chance of winning. If you give up, let's forget it."

But just as Zhang Lei said this, Chi turned his head and glared at him. He said fiercely, "I can't count. This competition will go on to the end."

The old man's face is red, his neck is thick, his voice has been raised a little bit, his usual physical grace has disappeared, his eyes are red and covered with blood, which makes Zhang Lei wince.

"Well, well, we don't count. We continue to compete."

When Zhang Lei finished, he saw that Chi turned his head and his face softened a lot. Then he wiped his sweat and breathed a long breath. Then he said in his heart:

"I'll let you pretend. Now I'm going to make Chi Lao angry. I deserve it."

The expression just like a ghost was deeply imprinted in Zhang Lei's heart. He thought it was Jiangning's calmness that made Mr. Chi angry.

Soon, Jiangning had a drink for the first time in this competition. He took a sip, smelled the taste, and then looked at the 20 kinds of wine in front of him.

Jiangning a smile, slowly said: "I already have the answer."

As soon as his voice fell, he raised his hand and grabbed a few bottles of wine. The speed of his hand was much faster than that of Mr. Chi. When everyone was still dazzled, Jiangning's mixing pot had already flown to the sky.

He kept spinning in the air. When he was about to land, Jiangning gently touched the area with his hand, and immediately changed the direction of the wine mixing pot and flew into the air again.

After repeating this for several times, the mixing pot is not only rotating itself, but also drawing a huge circle with Jiangning's hand.

In less than a minute, everything disappeared, and everyone was shocked. Chi Lao was even more exaggerated. He rubbed his eyes and looked like a ghost.

Jiangning waved to open the mixing pot and poured out the wine. It was just that the surprise happened again.

"What kind of wine as like as two peas before? Why is this color exactly the same as that produced by Chi Lao?" It's impossible. How can that kind of wine be produced? "

"That's all you see? It's not just the same color, but the poured wine is also spinning slightly, confusing the colors. What's the special method

The crowd cried, their faces filled with shock.

Only Chi Lao understood that the kinds of wine Jiangning took were the wine he poured in and the wine he used to mix wine. He was stunned.

"I developed this technique after studying it for ten years. How could you?" Mr. Chi trembled to get the mixed wine on the table.

He took a sip, did not believe in evil, put two cups in front of him, and then took another sip of his own wine. He overturned his own wine and muttered to himself, "why, why does it taste different?"

"What else can I do? Even if I take the wrong wine again, the taste is certainly different." Zhang Lei is immediately down the well said.

Several interns immediately burst into laughter, and one of them, who compared his relationship with Zhang Lei, also said, "that's right, sometimes don't pretend to understand."

As soon as this was said, everyone nodded. They were more willing to believe that Jiangning had taken the wrong wine than to accept what kind of wine Jiangning had used.

"I said, that kind of wine, still use that kind of magic way to mix wine, how can there be a person's character? Alas, I was surprised before, and I pretended to be quite similar."

"It's not as like as two peas, but this is a pretty good technique for others. It's just like Chi Lao's way of thinking. Maybe this person is really capable."

The discussion was divided into two sides. It was obvious that someone tilted to him because of Jiangning's liquor mixing technique.

Only Mr. Chi was still murmuring to himself. The crowd quieted down and listened to him. He only heard that Mr. Chi was repeating all the time

"Why is it different? It's the same wine. Why does it mix different flavors and taste so good? Good wine. It's really good wine." With that, Chi Lao chuckled.