"Mr. Chu, we know this Nervhong, but why does it have an obscure Huadiao name?" Fang You asked doubtfully, since it has a name that is famous all over the world, why does it use this humble Huadiao name as its name?

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Wang Hao also looked confused, "Yes, Mr. Chu, I think the names of this daughter's Hong and Huadiao are not related at all."

Mr. Chu smiled and continued: "This requires you to listen to a story. After listening to the story, you will know why Nuerhong is so famous, while Huadiao is unknown."

Picking up the wine glass and taking another sip, Mr. Chu began to tell the story of the origin of Huadiao Liquor. Fang You quickly sat on the bench, held his head in his hands, and listened attentively. The always rough and lively personality

Wang Hao also became quiet at this time.

Listening to Mr. Chu tell some legendary stories is his favorite thing. Every time he seems to be immersed in those magical stories. When he was a child, he often sat on your lap and listened to his grandfather telling some folklore. But when he grew up,

After his grandfather passed away, he never had this opportunity again. Now with Mr. Chu, he has regained that feeling.

As early as the Song Dynasty, every family in Shaoxing knew how to make wine. Whenever a family gave birth to a girl, they would select several jars of wine on the full moon day and ask someone to engrave and paint it to bring good luck (usually they would carve various patterns of flowers, people, birds, animals, landscapes and pavilions.

Xie, etc.), and then sealed with mud for storage.

When the daughter grows up and leaves the palace, she takes out the old wine from the cellar and asks a painter to paint some Chinese folk legends on the altar with oil paint, such as "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Dragon Wind Brings Auspiciousness", "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" and so on.

It is accompanied by the "caitou" of good fortune, good flowers and a full moon, and at the same time entertaining the guests with wine. The wine at this time is called daughter's red; if the daughter dies before reaching adulthood, the wine is called "hua withered" wine - that is, Huadiao.

Wine. It is a sad thing for a girl to die young. No one wants to drink Huadiao wine, so there is a saying: "If your daughter is red, you will never drink Huadiao wine."

"I see, Huadiao wine was an unlucky sign in ancient times. Naturally, no one likes the wine they drink to be called Huadiao." Fang You nodded in realization, and finally understood why the name Huadiao was not as famous as Nuerhong.

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Fang You suddenly thought of some questions, "Mr. Chu, if Huadiao is so unlucky, why do you keep talking about it?"

"Haha." Mr. Chu smiled, "You can only listen to folklore, but you can't believe it, otherwise they wouldn't be called folklore. As for the origin of the name Huadiao, there is another theory

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"Huadiao wine is also known as Zhuangyuanhong and Nuerhong. It is said that in ancient times, people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas would make their own rice wine. Because they wanted to give it away but the ordinary utensils were not fine enough, they asked someone to bake some with dragons, phoenixes, flowers, plants and fish carved on the outside.

Therefore, the rice wine contained in such vessels with engraved pictures is respectfully called Huadiao."

Mr. Chu pointed at the wine glass, shook his head and said: "As for how the name Huadiao came from, no one can tell it in detail, so we don't have to worry about its name. As long as we drink it to our heart's content, even if the wine is called

No matter what the name, there is no need to be afraid.”

Fang You nodded as if he had some understanding. These folk legends may have been created to increase the popularity of the wine at that time. Whether they are true or not depends entirely on his personal opinion.

"I never knew there were so many stories in one drink..." Wang Hao imitated Mr. Chu and sighed and shook his head.

Mr. Chu was delighted and laughed, "With five thousand years of Chinese culture, everything has its own unique connotation and meaning, but very few people know about it now."

"Mr. Chu, Wang Hao and I have never had the chance to sit down and have dinner with you. How about we have a drink today." Seeing that Mr. Chu was a little depressed, Fang You frowned slightly and suddenly smiled.

He said.

Looking at the full pot of wine in the small blue and white pot, Mr. Chu hesitated for a moment, and then smiled, "It is better to have fun alone than to have fun together. That guy Lao Wu said that he has never had good wine here.

, Let him learn a lot today." He took the phone from the nanny and dialed Mr. Wu.

"Old Wu, I have good wine here. I have you to arrive within five minutes. I won't wait if you are late. How good is it? Hehe, you will know when you get here." After putting down the phone, the proud look on Mr. Chu's face still remained.

They are good at playing antiques because of their reputation. They have good things and naturally their reputation is very glorious. They wish that everyone would know about it and let out all the anger they had suffered in the past.

Fang You couldn't help but feel a little funny. He didn't expect Mr. Chu to have such a childlike side.

"Mr. Chu, I still don't understand what you just said about squandering natural resources. Is this Huadiao wine good, or is the Maotai bottle a bit more advanced?" Mr. Chu's inexplicable squandering of natural resources just now made Wang Hao unable to figure it out.

Mr. Chu picked up the Moutai bottle with nothing inside, chuckled lightly, and threw it under the table, "Yellow wine is soft, while white wine is strong. You poured the soft yellow wine into the violent white wine bottle.

Think about what would happen. You almost destroyed this exquisite flower carving that is rare to see in a hundred years. Fortunately, the pouring time of this flower carving was not long, otherwise once it is completely mixed with the remaining Maotai liquid in the bottle, this flower carving will be considered useless.

Already."

"I just put it on the stove, first to warm the wine, and secondly to evaporate the remaining Maotai liquid inside. Rice wine is soft in nature. Warming it a little on the stove can evaporate the substances in it that are not beneficial to the human body. At the same time, it can also evaporate the remaining Maotai liquid.

It will reduce the alcohol concentration, thereby reducing the harm of wine to the human body. This Huadiao wine has been stored in cellars for countless years, and there is some sediment in it. Warming the wine can dissolve it, and at the same time make the aroma of Huadiao wine more mellow."

Wang Hao and Fang You looked at each other and touched their noses in embarrassment. Fang You lowered his head. If Mr. Chu knew that this Huadiao wine had been poured into a stronger Erguotou bottle, would he use that?

Empty Moutai bottles were smashed to death.

Immediately afterwards, not long after Mr. Chu answered a phone call, Mr. Wu rushed into Mr. Chu's house in a hurry. He saw several small bowls on the table and the bright yellow liquid in the blue and white pot. He was very excited.

He picked up the blue and white pot unceremoniously and smelled it with his nose. His expression that was a little dismissive just now suddenly became extremely shocked.

Smelling the rich aroma in the wine pot, Mr. Wu couldn't bear it anymore. He took an empty small bowl from the table and poured himself a full bowl, "Old Wu, be careful not to spill it.

, this wine should be drunk a little less." Seeing Mr. Wu's somewhat urgent movements, Mr. Chu quickly reminded him.

After only taking a sip, Mr. Wu froze on the spot, his eyes widened as he stared at the little yellow liquid left in the small bowl.

"Old Wu, please don't be so hopeless. This wine is not bad." Looking at Mr. Wu's senile demented appearance, Mr. Chu said proudly, as if he had completely repaid the years he had suffered from him over the years.

Mr. Wu's eyes were so wide that they were about to burst out. He pointed at the wine bowl with trembling fingers, "This... this is the best aged flower carving."

Mr. Chu had an indifferent expression and nodded nonchalantly. Mr. Wu picked up the wine bowl with trembling hands and prepared to take another sip.

"Old Wu, have you forgotten something? Are we just going to drink the best Huadiao like this?" Mr. Chu put down the wine bowl and glanced at Mr. Wu gently.
Chapter completed!