After a greeting between the two sides, Master Kinunu said a few words, and a middle-aged man said in skillful Chinese: "Master Kinunu said that he has recently brewed some new works and wanted to prepare a small tasting for you and listen to your opinions."

"Really?" the boss was overjoyed, "I have long wanted to try Master Kinunu's craftsmanship!"

"The wine brewed by Master Kinunu is delivered to the auction house directly. You guys have a good time today." The middle-aged man said proudly.

"Hey, it's great! I've had a good drink today!" Hearing the Baishuang Wine Factory say this, the supervisor's saliva was almost flowing down, and he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

"Didn't you quit drinking?" Zhou Ye glared.

The supervisor is no more than ten years older than him. When the two get along, they look more like friends outside the workplace. Recently, when the supervisor checked his health, all the indicators were very high. The doctor told him to quit drinking.

When the supervisor first entered the industry, he heard a senior say that if you want to sell wine, you must know what the good things are. Therefore, the supervisor has learned to taste wine, but his ability to taste wine has not been long, and he has increased his alcohol content and he has become a drunkard.

It’s so uncomfortable to quit drinking now, but the supervisor has a good willpower. He hasn’t seen the supervisor drink for almost a week.

"So good wine, quit drinking! Let's drink it to death!" The supervisor pulled Zhou Ye and followed.

Soon, everyone sat down in the conference room, and a small glass of wine was placed in front of everyone.

The supervisor scratched his ears and foreheads next to him. The wine worm probably almost bit his stomach through, but no one moved and could only stare at him.

Zhou Ye sniffed it, and it didn't feel any smell. Seeing that everyone else was holding it up, he also picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one sip.

After drinking it, he was stunned. He saw others picking it up, but he didn't drink it at all, put it in front of his nose and sniffing it.

Zhou Ye was a little embarrassed.

Then he was glared by the boss and the guests from Fusang Province.

"You kid, you drink too quickly!" The supervisor was amused and crying. Why are you chewing peonies? This wine is going to the auction house, so why are you drinking it like this?

Even if you drink it, you have to taste it a little bit.

Didn’t you see other people’s brewing masters, fusang guests, and bosses sniffing in their left nostrils and right nostrils, and are you intoxicated on your face?

Why do you have to smell it for three or five minutes, right?

However, the supervisor was also very curious about what the wine tasted, so he lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

"It doesn't feel good..." Zhou Ye frowned, "It feels like colorless rice wine..."

To be honest, Zhou Ye was disappointed.

I originally thought that the winemaking masters in Fusang Prefecture could be so capable.

Unexpectedly, it was bland and tasteless, the only benefit was that it was quite refreshing.

"You boy don't understand." The supervisor shook his head, "This is the wine brewed by the master, how can it be the same as rice wine!"

"No, I think it's much better than the wine that Uncle Lao Zhuang gave me." Zhou Ye said.

"You don't understand... the bulk wine you brought is delicious... Uh, it's really delicious, but can it compare with the master's?" The supervisor didn't believe it, and more than half of the bottle of wine Zhou Ye brought back went into his stomach.

It was really the best wine he had ever drunk in his life.

From that day on, when drinking other wines, I felt light and tasteless, and even had a smell of urine. The more I drank, the harder I could drink, so I simply quit drinking.

But after all, it is just the wine from a small winery. Can it be compared with this kind of Fusang master?

The supervisor still finds it unlikely.

"I don't know, I don't understand very much. You will know it later." Zhou Ye was also a little confused. After all, he was a master, and he couldn't be as good as Uncle Lao Zhuang...

Uncle Lao Zhuang was just a retired employee of a winery before, right?

Besides, Fusang is a traditional craft and a craftsman spirit, and it has a mysterious bonus no matter how you say it is.

"You don't understand. The high-end wine has no taste in the mouth, but it has endless aftertaste. This wine is not anything else, it's very high-end!"

Because it doesn’t smell much, it’s not like Uncle Zhuang’s wine. When he smells the fragrance, he feels like a fairy when he takes a breath.

If this is advanced, then I would rather be a little lower...

The two of them muttered in a low voice, and they finally finished sniffing and were ready to drink.

The supervisor impatiently sucked a little, frowned, raised his head in a little confusion, and drank all the wine with a "squeak", then frowned even tighter, covering his mouth and coughing twice.

"What's wrong?"

"It's hard to drink... what a broken thing..." the main supervisor.

"Puff..." Zhou Ye burst into laughter.

The snickers of the two men attracted the boss's glare and the dissatisfaction of the Japanese guests. After several consecutive murderous gazes, the two had to lower their heads and try hard to hold back their laughter to make themselves look serious.

You can't be rude, they are guests, and they are already so pitiful...

"You two, are you any dissatisfied with my wine?" At this moment, an old and cold voice sounded.

Ah, no, this winemaker can speak Chinese?

They said just now, wouldn't they be heard!

"No, no." Seeing what Zhou Ye wanted to say, the supervisor quickly covered his mouth, "We have never drunk such a good wine, so we lost our composure for a while!"

"The two of you are my soulmates. Please drink more..."

Damn, let you talk nonsense!

Seeing the two of them drinking with tears in their faces, Master Kinunu nodded with satisfaction and introduced: "I chose to brew this wine in late winter. Not only did the rice brewed, but each grain was carefully selected. Even the water used to wash rice was taken from a location above 2,000 meters above the snow mountain. It was picked before sunrise, placed in the stone tool to melt, and then filtered out impurities, and only used to clean the rice when the temperature rose to 2 degrees... Only ice water that hurts like a knife can fill the wine with a sharp flavor..."

The boss sighed: "We admire the master's craftsman spirit. Only people like the master can brew such fine wine..."

But the problem is that this wine is still not delicious! Zhou Ye’s desire to complain is almost overwhelming.

Sure enough, we don’t understand the world of craftsmen! We are just mortals!

After the tasting meeting, the boss took the guests to continue the tour, and Zhou Ye and the supervisor returned to the office.

There is still a lot of work to do next.

"You boy said something was wrong in the morning?" As he was busy, the supervisor asked Zhou Ye, "Are you anxious?"

"Yes, I was going to find the owner of the house..."

"What? Is it your classmate who runs a winery at home?" The supervisor was shocked when he heard this, and then waved his hand: "Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you go quickly!"

"But I have a lot of work today..."

"Leave it all over!" the supervisor, "as long as you remember... bring me some wine when you come back!"

"Received!" Zhou Ye picked up the car keys and went out.

At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Ye drove back to the company.

The company is still brightly lit and colleagues are still working overtime.

"Have you brought me some wine?" the supervisor glared.

"I brought it, but I didn't bring it..." Zhou Ye said, then took out a plastic bag, which was densely packed with things like instant fabric bags.

"What is this?" The supervisor wondered when he looked at the pouch inside.

I asked you to bring wine, what did you bring me instant fabrics for?

"Brewing flora..." Zhou Ye said, "Uncle Lao Zhuang said, if you want to drink, brew it yourself, it is simple and convenient..."

The supervisor was stunned and then slapped him: "Baga, if brewing wine is that simple, what else should the brewer do!"

"But that's what Uncle Lao Zhuang said!" Zhou Ye was so aggrieved. "Uncle Lao Zhuang said that you can make low-alcohol wine by buying some rice cooker or yogurt machine that can control the temperature. If you want to make low-alcohol wine, it is most suitable to drink it now. If you want to make high-alcohol wine, you have to distil it yourself..."

"Damn it, if it's just ordinary wine, I'll just buy it. Can I drink the wine I made by myself?"

"Uncle Lao Zhuang said that it is definitely better than most of the wines on the market." Zhou Ye swore.

"Really or not?" The supervisor curiously took out a small bag, put it in his hand, and looked over and over again.

It really looks like a plastic bag of material bags, with some yellow and white powder-shaped objects sealed inside, and a few lines of words are written on the bag.

"Zhuangji Wine Floor: Massage production of low-grade strong aromatic rice wine A colonies, 2 grams (for 2KG wine). Method of use: Steam the rice at high temperature, and after it drops to normal temperature, sprinkle the colonies into the rice wine, stir and let stand for 4-10 hours, filter or drink directly, with the best constant temperature."

He turned the pouch over and saw the back of it read: "Strain composition: Patented yeast strain 17090918, Patented acetic acid strain 17090520, Patented lactic acid strain 17092309, Ratio 3:1:1, suitable for rice brewing..."

Then the supervisor found that the bags were different.

In addition to low-alcohol strong-scented rice wine, there are also low-alcohol fruit wine, ale wine, beer, and high-alcohol wine. The strains in them are different and the ratios are also different.

The supervisor wanted to complain, this is homemade yogurt!

Homemade yogurt is not that simple!

Of course he didn't know that Zhuang's father has been considering mass production of wineries recently.

Why is it difficult to brew wine? Because during the process of brewing wine, microorganisms are too complex and too uncontrollable.

During the brewing process, the environment, temperature, humidity, water quality, etc. are actually controlled to control microorganisms.

But microorganisms themselves are too complex, so complex that they require people's instincts, experiences and inspirations to compromise with them.

If there can be one or several highly controllable microorganisms that can accurately control their reproduction and speed and make them obey orders, wouldn’t it be like what kind of taste you want?

Is this idea feasible?

It's impossible for others.
To be continued...