C309 Win contest

"I, I am already 13 years old. Some girls from other families are already married when they are my age." Xuanyuan Changge retorted unwillingly.

Lin Mu was silent for a moment, his expression seemingly becoming gentler, and said softly: "But in my eyes, you will forever be the little princess that needs to be taken care of."

This was the first time Lin Mu had said such nice words, causing Xuanyuan Changge's face to instantly turn red. He was so shy that he looked around, not daring to set his gaze on Lin Mu.

While Lin Mu was fighting with Xuanyuan Changge, the third round of the competition had already begun.

Xuanyuan Chen stood beside Xie Qingrong and watched him mix the ingredients into water, wash the ingredients, dissolve them into juice and so on, step by step, according to the arrangement of the winemaking.

His movements were fluid and smooth, clean and beautiful.

However, compared to the Ink Chess, the steps of the Ink Chess were much more complicated.

Her movements were surprisingly quick, as if she had done this a hundred times before. She was already so skilled at closing her eyes and arranged everything in a neat and orderly manner.

Xie Qingrong finished his wine first, but Xie Qingrong suddenly handed the wine over to Xuanyuan Chen and muttered: "Help me keep it safe."

After that, he ran out of the feast. No one knew what was going on, but after Xie Qingrong anxiously ran back, he took the finished brewing wine from Xuanyuan Chen's hands and placed some of the things in his hands into the brewing wine, shaking it slightly.

When Xie Qingrong took the wine, he immediately felt a chill, and this coldness came from Xie Qingrong's ice-cold fingertip.

Her nose was red from the cold.

Xuanyuan Chen frowned without leaving a trace, directly took the wine from Xie Qingrong's hands, and let Lin Mu keep it for him. Then, he tightly held Xie Qingrong's ice-cold hands, and used his internal energy to gradually heat her hands up.

"If you need anything next time, just tell them to do it. There's no need for them to go out on their own." Although he did not know what Xie Qingrong's motive was for going out to get snow was, he was still a little unhappy in his heart. After all, telling the people below to do such a simple thing was sufficient.

Xie Qingrong squinted her eyes, her eyebrows curved into a cute curve as she laughed: "Alright, I will pay attention next time."

The three sticks of incense on the incense table had already been burnt, and the last bit of smoke and dust had also landed on the incense table.

The host of the feast placed the wine brewed by the two on the table and poured three cups of wine each into three cups.

When the Ink Chess saw the three masters finish tasting the wine that it had brewed, it revealed a satisfied expression, and proudly glanced towards Xie Qingrong's direction.

But the scene of Xie Qingrong holding both her hands in Xuanyuan Chen's grasp, with not even a hint of her gaze, tasting the fine wine, a carefree expression on her face, as though victory or defeat was insignificant to her.

When the host of the feast was about to announce the final result, everyone held their breath and looked at the Ink Chess one by one. It was as if they had already predicted that the Ink Chess would become the final victor.

"The last victor of Wine Day was Miss Xie Xie Qingrong."

The answer was revealed, and everyone looked at Xie Qingrong who was on the round stage with disbelief.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed past the Ink Chess's eyes. There was even a trace of distortion on her pretty face. She questioned: "How could it be her?"

He had obviously used the ancient brewing techniques and formulas, so how could he lose to a woman who had used the most common brewing methods!

The host of the feast smiled slightly and did not mind the Ink Chess's question. He said gently: "If Miss Mo does not believe us, you can try the wine made by the Miss Xie yourself."

The Ink Chess snorted coldly and poured herself a cup of wine, taking a sip. Although the fragrance of the wine was very light, the fine wine that entered her throat had a slightly sweet taste, a clear and good wine, and all the pores on her body opened up, as if she could taste happiness.

Thinking of the word happiness, the Ink Chess suddenly understood where it lost to it in terms of brewing. It wholeheartedly left the feast, and before leaving, it shot a meaningful glance at Xie Qingrong.

When Xie Qingrong saw the last look in the Ink Chess's eyes, she felt that it was strange. The Ink Chess seemed to be strange, but the thought only flashed through her mind, and she was not able to quickly capture it, so Xie Qingrong did not mind.

He held the winner's prize: a pot of precious wine.

Xie Qingrong opened the lid of the jug, and an fragrant aroma of wine slowly overflowed, gradually filling the entire private room. Xuanyuan Chen closed his eyes slightly, and felt the aroma of the wine.

Drunk, fragrant.

When he opened his eyes again, he extended his hand to pour wine, but discovered that the inside of the jug was empty. He pursed his lips: "A Rong, have you finished pouring all the wine in this jug?"

Xie Qingrong nodded and sighed in her heart.

Although it was a good wine, it was gone after a single sip. It was quite a pity.

In the past, she was addicted to alcohol and kept searching for all kinds of good wine. Whenever she had free time, she would sit on the floor and drink all the good wine in her cabinet one cup at a time.

However, her body wasn't drunk at all. She didn't expect that after she nurtured this body for a long time, it would become one that didn't get drunk at all. That jug of wine from earlier had an extremely high purity. However, he didn't feel the slightest bit intoxicated.

Xuanyuan Chen's face slightly twisted. He did not think that he would be left with not a single drop of the oil left when he was about to taste it.

Xie Qingrong looked down at Xuanyuan Chen, her entire body releasing a displeased aura, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up some food, and slowly chewed.

The door of the private room was knocked. Xuanyuan Chen said expressionlessly.

The host of the Wine Day was holding a jug of wine with her own hands. The jug was silver and had a warm luster to it.

Smiling, he brought the wine over to Xuanyuan Chen and the others, then smiled: "This is a good wine for you. However, I have a request. I wonder if Miss Xie can provide an answer for this humble one. "

Xie Qingrong knew what she wanted to ask, so she smiled and told him the method: "When I was brewing, I placed some unmelted snow inside, and even messed up the traditional brewing method. As for how to break through them, I do not need to teach you personally."

So just now, Xie Qingrong had ran out in a hurry, and then rushed back in a hurry to retrieve the materials. It was just that this material was a bit special, it was snow that had not melted yet, no wonder it had such a clever appearance.

In order to brew this kind of wine, one had to do it in the snow. This meant that this kind of fine wine was rare and precious, and if they could produce it and use it well, they would definitely be able to make a huge profit.

Although he wished that he could grasp more methods to brew wine, since he could earn money and also brew wine, why not?