Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

A half month ago, the International Wine and Spirits Competition Jury Committee.

The judging work has entered the most tense stage. During the judging period, all judges are forbidden to use all perfumes and all aromatic substances, and are forbidden to eat all spicy and stimulating food, and eat ascetic standard standard every day Catering, in order to eliminate all interference, keep the tongue in the best state, and judge the best wine with this.

Now the six-person jury is multiplied by a bottle of white wine.

The judges couldn't help but chuckle and said in English:

"After drinking so much whisky, I can finally change one today."

"The world's top three distilled spirits, hope to live up to their reputation."

"This is the field that Tang from the Flower Country is best at."

It would be better for my apprentice to come and evaluate.”

The middle-aged man sitting behind him quickly responded, picked up the cup, observed its color, smelled its fragrance, and took a sip.

This person was the best brewer who stood out in the spirits competition five years ago. After that, he quickly joined Mr. Tang, and everyone looked forward to his evaluation.

I saw the other party's expression changed slightly, and then praised: "This wine is very mellow, and it is an excellent liquor."

After a while, he shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately, there is a little innovation."

"Is that so," the lady sitting on his left picked up a glass of wine, took a sip in her mouth, and slowly swallowed, "Your Huaguo's liquor is well-deserved, it is one of the three major distilled liquors. The most abundant aroma substances, asarum has a variety of layers of light fragrance diffused in the mouth."

"I have also drank a few bottles of white wine, including your Baimao, but this wine is a little different," said the old man of cue Tang before, "It's also Jiaoxiang, and Baimao's main product is Thick and thick, it is a layer of gelatin wrapped with the aroma of coke rice, and this one has a fresher flavor, soft in the mouth, not easy to get on the head, and the tongue is not dry after drinking, it is quite refreshing, and it seems to be younger."

The youth baijiu that came out might be this one, and it really lives up to its name.”

"It's not necessarily the case. The Roland red wine, which was popular in Huaguo before, was just like that for me. Under its reputation, it's actually hard to match." Professor Qiu said a Huaguo idiom in English, " Maybe a very low-yield treasure from a certain winery.”

They chatted and lowered their heads to write down their scores on their paper.

The man sitting behind Tang Lao looked down and saw that Tang Lao gave this wine a high score of 97 points.

From the time everyone praised this liquor, he clenched his hands involuntarily, and now he trembled slightly.

Today's tasting is over, and the judges say goodbye to each other and leave.

Elder Tang walked to the parking lot, while caring for the disciple who was extremely silent today: "Friend Rong, why don't you speak today?"

Qian Rongyou was in a trance, and when he heard this, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Sorry teacher, I was busy collecting information last night."

climbed out.

He had to figure something out.

Before the blind tasting, this wine has already undergone the first round of compositional analysis, this level will pass, and the reaction of the judges also determines that it can be shortlisted, so the only breakthrough is in The final compositional analysis before the award ceremony.

"Still worrying about the next wine?" Tang Lao reassured, "I know you are a late bloomer and you have come up through hard work, but you also need to be concerned about your health. The competition is indeed fierce, but you are not bad.”

"I know." Qian Rongyou's expression settled down, he already had an idea.

Since it was possible to press the surname Shen once in the past, it is not difficult to press it again now.

Sure enough, Qibao's youth series was successfully shortlisted. After some investigation, Qian Rongyou saw his old friend's name appear in the R&D team.

So, on the night of the announcement, Qian Rongyou invited an analyst to a private restaurant on the outskirts of the city.

"Mr. Qian, hello, hello!" The people who came here were overjoyed. Those who rely on instruments to see data are far inferior to these wine tasting masters, and their attitude is very respectful.

"It's okay, sit down, this restaurant tastes good, enjoy it." Qian Rongyou smiled, quite approachable.

The two exchanged cups for another round, or the analyst was flattered, and finally couldn't help asking: "What is the matter with you today?"

"There is really something," Qian Rongyou showed a little hesitation, but the topic turned to another direction, "I remember that your son took the postgraduate entrance examination this year, and it was Jinnong University? Jinnong University is not bad. Yes, there is a lot of competition pressure.”

"Yes," he said, "but I haven't found a suitable tutor after the first test."

"I still have a place under me, and I also have a project at hand. I can send an SCI in the first year of entry." Qian Rongyou threw the bait.

The other party really wanted to take the bait: "I have something to do with me."

"Look at this." Qian Rongyou took out a piece of paper and handed it to the other party, with the serial number of the youth series on it.

He remembered the serial number of this wine that day. According to the competition habits, the number will not be changed in the second round of the test of the shortlisted wine, and the design of their computer software itself is not reasonable. Analysts have access to the correction data, which is the perfect breakthrough: "Process it."

He said the most crucial command, and pressed down to hint at the request, just at this moment there was a sound outside the box, which seemed to be the waiter who delivered the food.

Qian Rongyou frowned unpleasantly: "Come in."

The one who came in was a tall and thin waiter, and he served the freshly prepared dish with a natural expression, and it seemed that he had not broken through the conspiracy.

But even if he knew, it had nothing to do with his interests, Qian Rongyou was relieved.

Back to the present point in time, after a rehearsal, everyone from Qibao walked through the scene and roughly understood the process of the award ceremony.

Only a few core people appeared at the award ceremony, and the rest were brought here for a half-moon tour.

Different from others who are still frowning and worrying about their rankings, this group of live treasures almost flew into the car, joined the rest, and went to a private restaurant.

This restaurant has been mentioned many times in the article.

Makino (Wen Li) himself is looking forward to this meal. After being pushed to this position by a family who coveted the Qing family's property, he had to play an investment genius, wandering the streets to find delicious food. became a luxury.

It is rare to exchange a long-term vacation opportunity. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to satisfy the glutton in your stomach?

Qing Yan, who intended to reappear with a sense of existence: It is unreasonable!

Roland and everyone who can only eat lunch boxes: We are so sour.

"Mr. Qing, I plan to go out to eat alone." Manager Zhao, who came back from sick leave, was almost out of shape, with haggard written all over his face.

Even in the hospital bed, he was forced to solve most of the work, and he was considered to be doing his best for the company, and then he died.

The problem. Certain matters could be resolved through private discussions, but his colleagues unselfishly followed the strictest system.

Manager Zhao has been a social animal for many years, and he immediately figured out a meaning from it—the company could no longer tolerate him, and he didn’t want to offer the N+1 compensation, so he used this method to force him to leave.

As expected, one month after his smack, the personnel department asked him to talk: "Manager Zhao, please resign yourself."

"Why?"

"We'd better get together so that your reputation in the industry won't be tainted."

Manager Zhao was trembling with anger, and finally bowed his head: "Then give me a week to transition."

Thinking that this guy will leave soon, Qing Yan didn't say anything: "It's not an example."

"Okay." Manager Zhao nodded and left, took out a handful of colorful pills and water to swallow.

He looked back at Mr. Qing's so-called excellent team, and slowly revealed a sinister sneer.

This time, Qing Qin and the others went to a small restaurant, not in the center of Kyoto where land is expensive, but in the outermost suburb.

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw a blue down jacket guy with a sign in his hand: "Want to eat? Go to our farmhouse, it's better than here!"

"No, thank you." Qing Qin wanted to pursue the legendary food, and led his staff to the small building in front of him like locusts.

On this side of the road is a dense bamboo forest, and a small white building is hidden in the forest, which is quite interesting. There is a plaque hanging in front of the building with the words "Han Jia Cai" written in gold on a black background.

According to Qibao's usual extravagant style, Meng Yu spent huge sums of money to cover the audience early. At this moment, the owner of the restaurant was already standing in front of the door, wearing a white chef's uniform, a high hat, and a simple and honest smile .

A must for state banquets.

The two teams sat at a total of ten tables, the senior and Qingqin sat together, each had a plate and a bowl in front of them, the wet towel on the side of the hand, and the glass on the right.

The first thing to bring to everyone is a dish of three non-stick.

Qing Qin: "I understand the truth, but isn't this Yu cuisine?"

The audience was silent.

The text quickly rounded up the field: "Let's try it first, maybe it's a new dish launched by their family."

Qing Qin used chopsticks to pick up this ball of egg, starch, and sugar mixture, and the three nonsticks slipped from between the chopsticks, leaving a little yellow color. This is already a deduction.

The entrance of this chopstick is not very sweet, but it has a strong eggy smell.

He commented: "The fishy smell is a little bit heavy."

In the text:…

"Let's try another dish."

This time, what I turned to Qing Qin was a sea cucumber with green onion.

Everyone used chopsticks in disbelief. After eating, their faces changed and they looked at each other.

In the text, they knew they were going to suffer, they also picked up a chopstick and put it into the mouth, and then silently spit out the sea cucumber: "I remember they used black jade ginseng before, this How does it taste like pork skin?"

With these two dishes as the beginning, the dishes on the next table are far from their expectations.

When it was time to check out, it was the first time that Qing Qin didn't spend several zeros of happiness.

Loss, too bad.

The owner who claimed to have a royal chef at home also wore a chef's robe to see off guests: "How is everyone eating?"

Not really.

Many people cast a resentful expression to Wenli, Wenli bit his head and stepped forward: "It's okay, but it doesn't seem to be the same as before, I remember the big one before. The chef is a thin and tall little brother."

out."

It turned out to be the case, and those who heard this could not help but be a little surprised.

people.

Unfortunately, the boss has become impatient, and the group of them can only hurriedly check out and leave.

When Qing Qin led the people out along the trail, the little brother in the blue down jacket who had been rejected by them came over again: "I don't think you are having a good time eating, is it just Eat half full? Why don't you go to our place now and make sure you eat comfortably."

This time he pulled the scarf down, revealing a straight face, looking very reliable.

This kind of decoration is splendid, and the restaurants where acquaintances are guaranteed are not very good, so Qing Qin does not plan to go to any farmhouse.

Wen Li walking beside him was stunned: "Chef Han?"