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"I know--"

Kiyana said confidently:

"Little Apple!"

"no--"

Grandpa Mo Yi glanced at Qiyana who said 'I already know all the answers' on her face, and said coldly:

"The correct answer is, drunk and dreaming."

Kiana: "Hmmm?"

What the hell is this, there is no hint at all, who can guess!

"Why is it called that name?"

Grandpa Mo Yi said as a matter of course:

"Just changed."

"I am the creator—"

Kiyana: "..."

Looking at Qiyana with a confused face, Lei Dian Mei couldn't help laughing, knowing that Senior Mo Yi was so foolish.

Seeing Qiyana with a green face, Grandpa Mo Yi was also very happy. How could my master's question be so superficial? It was just used to trick Xiaobai. I didn't expect someone to cooperate with him to pretend.

The nine wine glasses had been placed long ago, and as Grandpa Mo Yi poured the wine, the viscous amber liquor fell naked on the wine glasses.

As the saying goes, a good glass of wine must have a consistent story to make people feel high-end and elegant.

If not, it's very simple, just make one up for it.

As for why there is such a story, what does the story have to do with this wine, well, it really has nothing to do with it!

As the saying goes, what you drink is not wine, but life. If you can't taste the taste of the story, it's not the problem of the wine, but the lack of experience of the drinker.

As for further questioning, that is—asking, I just don’t understand!

And Grandpa Mo Yi also took advantage of the time of pouring the wine to make up a love story for the wine that Xia Ji Ba had just shaken——

"The swordsman who once called himself the 'Sunset Warrior', with great ambitions, bid farewell to the story of the mountain full of peach blossoms every spring at the age of 16."

"He who has been running for his ideals for many years is finally tired."

"Before his eyes were about to go blind due to the disease, he wanted to go back to his hometown and see the peach blossoms all over the sky."

"Under untold hardships, he finally returned to his hometown after half a year's journey."

"Unfortunately, there is only one tombstone with the name 'Peach Blossom' written on it."

"The girl named Peach Blossom brewed a tank of wine before she died of illness. Please ask the family members to hand over the wine to the other party after the sunset warrior comes back."

"Actually, by the time the sunset samurai went to the cemetery full of peach blossoms, he could no longer see clearly."

"Taohua's father said that Taohua's last words were, I hope this wine can make him forget the girl who was waiting for him in the mountains and fields full of peach blossoms, and I hope he can remember the girl who once begged you so hard during the short time of drinking. The girl he left behind." (The story is adapted from Dongxiexidu, anyone who has read it will understand, but if you ask, you will not understand.)

By the time the nine wine glasses were filled with wine, the shaker had just been poured out.

"This is the story of drunkenness, dreams and death."

"Ugh-"

"This is too miserable—"

"Men are big pigs—"

The five of Teresa were deeply attracted by the story of Grandpa Mo Yi, with a look of 'a man silent and a woman crying', and because of this story, they looked forward to the wine in front of them even more.

Of course, there are also people who see through everything, such as Leiden Mei who clearly said that the name of the wine has just been changed, so where does the wine come from? This is clearly a deception.

But Lei Dian Mei couldn't cooperate with Grandpa Mo Yi. In just a few seconds, she came up with such a sad story. She deserves to be the senior Mo Yi she admires the most.

If the other party didn't have so many good female friends, Raiden Mei might really be attracted to the other party.

"Come on, try—"

After pouring the wine, Grandpa Mo Yi stretched out his hand to signal for everyone to take it by themselves.

"If you haven't drunk wine, don't drink too fast, just take small sips."

Good wine needs to be tasted in small sips, so that the taste of the wine can reverberate in the tongue buds and throat.

Well, like Erguotou, Shaodaozi, and beer, which are purely for drinking, they are not in this category.

The people who had wanted to do it for a long time, naturally would not be polite, picked up a cup and drank.

Yae Sakura, who knows how to drink, held the wine in a skillful and elegant posture, took a sip, and narrowed her eyes, as if thinking of something beautiful.

And other people are also like this.

In fact, this wine uses those wines as the original wine, and what method is used to shake it out is not the point. What really works is the emotion and magic that Grandpa Mo Yi poured into it when shaking it.

The taste of wine also depends on the person, reflecting the deep heart of the drinker, what kind of taste the wine should have.

Of course, like cooking, it has a special effect—to make people who drink alcohol think of those people and things they want to see most buried deep in their hearts.