How to brew homemade sorghum wine.

Cheng Ke sat on a chair in the corner of the terrace on the second floor of the restaurant, looking down at his cell phone seriously, and there was a table of guests playing with sand paintings next to him.

"Brother Cheng," a girl turned her head to this side, "Can you help me repair the details of this picture? I want to take a photo."

"Okay." Cheng Ke put down his cell phone and stood up, walked over and looked at the paintings on the sand painting platform.

The one who draws is a cat. To be precise, he guessed that it was a cat. After all, there is a cat at home, and he lies in various shapes every day in various places where it wants to lie.

"Here is the eyes," Cheng Ke pinched the sand, wiped it on the cat's eyes, and replenished two small pieces of sand, "This will light up... the edge of the ear... It's better to carry it like this..."

"Ah," the few people exclaimed in a low voice, and kept nodding, "The master can tell the appearance in just a few strokes. Awesome."

"It's almost like that," Cheng Ke repaired the cat and sprinkled some sand around it casually. "It's quite terrible to shoot it like this."

While several people were taking photos with their mobile phones, Cheng Ke sat back on the chair and continued to check the method of making homemade sorghum wine.

It is still half a year before Jiang Yuduo’s birthday, but time is very tight for him. He has to pick out the simplest and most likely one to succeed among several plans.

Soak soak sorghum for 24 hours, change the water every six or seven hours?

Steam in a pot until it blooms... What pot is put on? How to steam? Flowers? What flowers are blooming?

Let cool and stir.

You can understand this, just like adding yeast when making strawberry wine.

Fermentation. Put it in the bucket, what bucket? Cover plastic film, then plastic cloth... Let it sit for two or three months? So long?

Cheng Ke quickly calculated the time again.

It should be about the same.

Then there is…distillation.

Distiller? What the hell? Do you still need to use this thing?

Cheng Ke quickly checked the still and saw several huge stainless steel barrels connected by n tubes, he quit the production tutorial.

Just buying this set of things can fill Jiang Yuduo's small backyard.

give up.

Let's start with a cat-haired scarf.

The new store opened not long ago, and there was still a lot of trouble. He left the restaurant until dinner was almost over, and he didn't know if he was hungry or not.

From here to Jiang Yuduo, the distance is not too far. At the four subway stations, Cheng Ke sent Jiang Yuduo a message asking him if he had eaten, but Jiang Yuduo did not return him.

Since the business of Tamiao was on track, Jiang Yuduo has been quite busy. When Xiao Sun and Chen Qing rested, he had to take over.

Cheng Ke watched him lose weight for several months, but he didn't feel anything. He went to the store every day with great enthusiasm, as if he was out for a spring outing.

When Cheng Ke was about to walk to the door of Miao, he saw Jiang Yuduo standing next to the trash can on the street, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at a T-junction diagonally opposite.

Cheng Ke took a look over there and saw nothing special.

However, Jiang Yuduo was not in a daze. When he was still four or five meters away, Jiang Yuduo turned his face, smiled at him, and shouted: "Why are you here?"

"How can I feel that I am here?" Cheng Ke walked over with a smile.

"I smelled it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What's the smell?" Cheng Ke pulled his clothes and smelled it. "It's cold, so it shouldn't smell."

"Perfume," said Jiang Yuduo, "didn't you change the perfume spray cabinet recently?"

Cheng Ke smiled and looked at Chen Qing, who was busy in the store alone: ​​"Why didn't you give him any help?"

"It's been me just now. He went in and changed me out after dinner," said Jiang Yuduo, "Have you eaten?"

"...No, I want to call you together, you didn't reply to my message." Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo quickly took out his cell phone and looked at it: "I didn't hear it. I was eating it at that time... I bought you something to eat. The braised pork noodles next door are super delicious, but they are too stingy and have a little big fist."

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Get in, there is a place inside, it's cold outside." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I won't take up the guests' territory anymore," Cheng Ke smiled and sat down on the chair next to him, "Just here."

Jiang Yuduo ran to the next store and bought him three fists' braised pork noodles, put them in a bowl and brought them over.

Cheng Ke tasted it and it tasted pretty good and very fragrant.

"Do you still eat something?" He picked up a chopstick noodles and asked Jiang Yuduo.

"I'm overeating," Jiang Yuduo touched his stomach, "I'm so frustrated when I see you eating."

"Then don't look at it." Cheng Ke lowered his head and continued to eat.

"You still have to look at me, and I can't see it all day long," Jiang Yuduo stared at him, "If you don't want to come and accompany me, it's only those hours at night."

"Just invite another person," said Cheng Ke, "You don't have to be so tired."

"No," said Jiang Yuduo, "Chen Qing will not allow it."

"Why not let it go?" Cheng Ke was stunned.

"It's too high," Jiang Yuduo smiled. "The three of them are almost the same. They just have more time to eat, and the rest are just making some milk tea or something."

"You go and weigh yourself later," said Cheng Ke, "I have lost a lot."

"What are you afraid of if you lose weight?" Jiang Yuzuo leaned on the chair, lifted his clothes, and slapped twice on his stomach, making a crisp sound, "Did you see?"

The two slaps were a bit too loud, and everyone passing by looked at them.

"Oh," Cheng Ke quickly pulled his clothes off, "What am I looking at? I look at it every day, not only can I look at it but also touch it."

"I still bite and lick." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Shut up!" Cheng Ke roared with his voice.

Jiang Yuduo laughed, laughed for a while and then fell to the table, leaning against him: "I like this very much."

"...what?" Cheng Ke took a hard bite of noodles.

"You bite my stomach." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke almost choked his nose with a mouthful of noodles. He slapped the chopsticks on the table: "Jiang Laosan, is there any spring ingredients in the medicine that Dr. Li changed for you last time?"

Jiang Yuduo laughed happily and couldn't stop.

After Cheng Ke finished eating the noodles, he took advantage of Jiang Yuduo's mood to relax and asked: "You just stood there, what are you looking at?"

"When you came?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo looked over there again: "I may have been too busy lately and the pressure is a bit too high..."

"Did you see them?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well," Jiang Yuduo responded and frowned, "But it's different from before, it's just... I saw little ant."

Cheng Ke was stunned: "Have you told Dr. Li?"

"I said it," said Jiang Yuduo, "Doctor Li said that the little ant had not come out and was still locked in the hospital I had transferred to before... Actually, of course I knew that he had not come out, and he couldn't come out."

"The time he appeared, it would not be irritating to you at all," Cheng Ke touched his face, "Stop talking about you, sometimes I will shudder when I hear the sound of the window."

"Waste," said Jiang Yuduo, "I knew it was a meow or a wind when I heard the sound of the window."

"…Oh." Cheng Ke tsk.

"When I saw the little ant," Jiang Yutuo grabbed his hand, lowered his head and bit his fingertips, "I immediately told myself that it was not true, it was an illusion, it would not threaten me, and Cheng Ke would not be dangerous... but I would still be afraid."

"Yeah." Cheng Ke responded softly, "Do you want to have a good chat with Dr. Li?"

"Wait for the New Year, after your birthday, I'm fine now. When I smell you, the little ant left," said Jiang Yuduo. "When I was with you, I couldn't see him most of the time."

"Then I'll take a while off and stay with you every day." Cheng Ke said.

"No need," Jiang Yuduo laughed, "I don't mean that... I may have been like this in my life, taking medicine, seeing a doctor, occasionally seeing a little ants or someone else, and then I will be nervous and scared, but this is like eating, sleeping, playing a hooligan, it's part of my life. It's much better to understand this."

"Third Brother," Cheng Ke looked at him for a long time, "I found that you suddenly matured a lot."

"It's already quite mature," Jiang Yuduo raised his eyebrows, "especially compared to you."

"Oh." Cheng Ke glanced at his finger that was still snatched by Jiang Yu's mouth, "I'm more mature than me."

"You didn't wash your hands when you came out today, right?" Jiang Yuduo let go of his fingers, turned his head and spat.

"...It's not washed," said Cheng Ke, "why, is it salty?"

"No, I bite the sand," said Jiang Yuduo, "Are you playing with the sand?"

"Yes," Cheng Ke pulled his hand back and stood up and walked towards the store, "I'll wash my hands and then continue to chew."

"Let's chew it tonight," Jiang Yuduo followed him and whispered, "Stop my shock."

"Is this awesome reason?" Cheng Ke turned his head.

"Is it very sufficient?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
To be continued...