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"Get in the car first. You haven't been to my house for a long time. My mother has prepared a big table of dishes for you!"
It is true that Hou Minghao said he wanted to give Zhang Bin a good meal, but he was just joking about not eating at noon.
Hearing that he was going to Monkey¡¯s house, He Fan slapped his head:
¡°Wait here for a moment, I brought something with me, I almost forgot it if you didn¡¯t tell me!¡±
Hou Minghao urged: "Hurry up, the old couple are waiting at home. Do you need me to drive you there to get it?"
"No, it's just a two-step walk."
Hou Minghao only thought that He Fan put his things in the original dormitory. After all, they just went out for internship and had not officially graduated, so they could still go back to the dormitory.
He Fan quickly walked to the parking spot, opened the door, and took out a bag from the passenger seat.
This Ferrari is good at everything. The shortcoming is that besides being too cool, it also has no trunk, so it is inconvenient to put things in it.
The bag contains the special Maotai that Mr. Guo Tuolinguo brought to He Fan.
He Fan specially brought two bottles over. When he was in college, Monkey often took him home to improve the food. The Hou family also took great care of He Fan.
He Fan carried the black bag back to the school gate, threw the bag into the back seat of Monkey's BMW, and got in the car.
Hou Minghao asked curiously: "Brother, what a good thing it is. It's packed tightly."
He Fan replied casually: "Wine!"
Hou Minghao immediately lost interest.
His family owns a winery, and the most indispensable thing is wine, so he didn¡¯t ask any more questions, started the car, and turned around to go home.
"Ding dong!"
He Fan heard a WeChat notification on his cell phone. When he opened it, he saw that it was a message from the beautiful squad leader Zhao Qian:
"Have you arrived in the provincial capital?"
He Fan showed a subtle expression on his face and replied. Hou Minghao, who was driving, suddenly said with a lewd smile:
"Oh, I've been in the provincial capital for so long, and I haven't seen our squad leader say hello to me. Why, brother, when you come to the provincial capital, people can't wait. It's really irritating that people are more popular than others."
Hou Minghao also heard the notification sound just now. He squinted his little eyes a little and saw the content on the screen, and immediately started to make some strange and strange thoughts.
He Fan instantly locked the screen of his phone and cursed angrily:
¡°Drive your car well!¡±
"hey-hey."
Hou Minghao laughed and said no more.
In just ten minutes¡¯ drive, we arrived at Hou Minghao¡¯s house.
The community where his home is located is considered a relatively high-end real estate in Qingcheng. He Fan has been here many times before.
After parking the car, He Fan followed Hou Minghao through the door.
Hou Minghao¡¯s parents were also very familiar with He Fan, and they quickly greeted him: ¡°He Fan is here, sit down quickly, the food will be ready soon, it will be ready in a moment!¡±
? And Hou¡¯s father, Hou Zhengye, laughed and said:
"You haven't been here for a long time. I have to have a few drinks with the old man today! I just happened to get a few bottles of new wine from the winery. Let's try it."
Looking at the cheerful Father Hou, He Fan quickly lifted the bag in his hand and responded:
"Uncle Hou, we just thought of going together. I also brought you two bottles of good wine. You can keep it for yourself and drink it slowly when you have nothing to do. Don't let the monkey ruin it."
Thinking about my father, he hid all the mountain ginseng wine to protect himself, so he also reminded Hou Zhengye to do the same.
"I knew you kid hadn't forgotten your Uncle Hou, and you even knew how to bring something for your Uncle Hou!"
Hou Zhengye also knew about the situation of He Fan's family, and he didn't expect to bring any good wine, but it was just his intention, and he was still very happy.
He casually took the black bag and put it on the table. He turned around and went to the room to get a bottle of beautifully packaged white wine. He said with a smile:
"We'll drink this at noon. This is the first wine produced by our own winery and it hasn't been released yet!"
Hou Zhengye had no intention of drinking the wine He Fan brought. It was not that he looked down upon the wine He Fan had brought. After all, there was no gift brought by a guest. The host would open it and drink it on the spot.
But Hou Minghao didn¡¯t care about that, he walked over and grabbed the black bag that He Fan brought over in his hand, and said:
"I want to see what kind of good wine your boy brought. You made it so mysterious and didn't let me ruin it. I have drunk the good wine of your Lord."After all, you can be called a wine saint after all. It would be an honor for you, the Marquis, and I, the wine saint, to drink any wine"
Hou Minghao planned to continue talking nonsense, but his voice stopped suddenly.
"Gituiis this Maotai, or is it a special supply?"
Since his family owns a winery, how could Hou Minghao not recognize the appearance of this special Moutai, so he had such a big reaction.
This is the holy wine that drinkers all over the world miss day and night and want to take a sip!
As for the authenticity of the wine, Hou Minghao had no doubts. He Fan would not and did not need to bring fake wine to his home. And because the special Moutai is so well-known, fakes are not as rampant as other wines. After all, the recognition is so high that you can tell whether it is genuine or fake at a glance. People who know wine can naturally tell the difference between genuine and fake. Who would drink like this?
This special Moutai, at least judging from the packaging, seems not fake!
"You kid, get out of the way!"
Hou Zhengye, who was standing next to him, also saw the special Maotai in the black bag and slipped Hou Minghao aside.
He picked up a bottle and looked at it carefully, with some excitement on his face.
After confirming several times, we came to the conclusion that this special Moutai is real!
"Good boy, you can get this special Maotai. Uncle Hou is lucky today. I didn't expect to be so lucky in this life!"
Not to mention the special Moutai, even genuine Moutai is in short supply on the market, and the price is ridiculously expensive. Fake wine is also widely available, making it difficult to buy the real thing.
As for this special Maotai, it is simply a legend, it is only for big guys.
He Fan responded casually: "Luck, luck, and chance"
Now Hou Zhengye no longer cares about etiquette. His bottle of new wine has long been thrown behind his head. In front of the special Maotai, everything else is garbage!
"Old lady, are the dishes ready? I want to have a drink with this good boy He Fan. He brought me something good today!"
¡°It¡¯s coming, it¡¯s coming, it¡¯ll be ready soon!¡±
Hou Zhengye took out a set of blue and white porcelain wine glasses while the food was being served, and wiped them clean carefully.
He Fan was speechless as he watched. This was not drinking. It was more formal and ceremonial than ancestor worship
With the wine filling their hearts, the Hou family and his son confirmed that the special Maotai was authentic. The mellow aroma of wine cannot be faked at all. The expressions on both of their faces were of great enjoyment, intoxicated to a state of me.
But when Hou Minghao wanted to have another drink, he was dumbfounded.
The newly opened bottle of special Moutai and the unopened bottle were all collected by dad.
Hou Zhengye was only halfway through drinking when he thought that such a good wine should be carefully treasured. It would definitely be a useful tool for treating guests and showing off in the future, so he took out the bottle of Toudao wine that he had just taken out and said: "It's still the same at noon today. Drink this wine, our own wine is also good"
Hou Minghao was about to cry but had no tears. He just drank a small cup and just tasted it
The old couple already liked He Fan, but now they were even more affectionate. They kept picking up food for He Fan, but left Hou Minghao aside.
Hou Minghao muttered:
¡°If I don¡¯t have the special Maotai to drink, will my biological parents have to drink it too?¡±
But now he couldn't care about so much and kept teasing He Fan:
"Brother, do you still have this special supply of Maotai? I said you are not loyal enough. You have to get me two bottles no matter what. If it doesn't work, you can give me one bottle of the two bottles you gave to my father. "
He Fan smiled and said, "I'll give it to you, do you dare to go?"
As soon as Hou Minghao raised his head, he met his father's wide-open eyes, full of warning, and his neck suddenly shrank.
After dinner, while Hou Zhengye hid the two bottles of special Maotai in the room, Hou Minghao started to chew them again. He Fan had no choice but to agree to give the boy another bottle.
He originally planned to bring some home-made rice, vegetables and rice crabs to Uncle Hou, but because the Ferrari did not have a trunk, he brought the special Maotai first this time.
After receiving the promise, Hou Minghao gave up. He was even more happy when he heard that there was also farm rice, vegetables and crabs.
Last time he and a group of classmates went to He Fan¡¯s house. After eating the vegetables, he couldn¡¯t forget the vegetables. There was also original farm rice, which are all good local products!
However, the most important thing is the special Maotai
With drunkenness, Hou Minghao took a nap at noon. The three of them drank a lot at noon, and the self-proclaimed wine sage didn't seem to be as good as he boasted.
On the contrary, He Fan didn't feel anything. With his current physique, no matter how much wine he drank, it was no different from drinking cold water.
It would be a joke if a master who cultivated true energy could get drunk! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??It's as awesome as it sounds.
On the contrary, He Fan didn't feel anything. With his current physique, no matter how much wine he drank, it was no different from drinking cold water.
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