law of courtship

The harvest sacrifice of the Valley God Festival lasted for two weeks. With the help of everyone, all the fruits in Wuyue Manor were picked, and they were made into fermentation stock solution and stored in oak barrels.

Obtaining soft tannins, vanillin, and eugenol through oak collection, while retaining fresh and strong fruit flavors, this is the field that Song is good at.

However, Song left a cherry tree because of his selfish intentions. The fruit embryos on this tree matured late, and most of the skins were still blue-yellow. It is conservatively estimated that there will be more than a month of fruit-bearing period. feed.

Under the double feeding of Pang Da and Song, Zhi Lan really put on a lot of weight, a layer of soft flesh grew on his fine hemp-like calf, and he turned from a bird's leg into a normal teenager.

In order to repay Uncle Song's kind treatment, Zhilan worked very hard, not only helping to pick fruits, but also assisting Song to complete some wine making processes.

Song doesn't mind bringing this little follower, and Song, who has always been reticent, talks more when it comes to the field he loves.

He told Xiao Lanmao about the wine cultures around the world, the sentiment of the left bank of Bordeaux, the sweetness of ice wine, the mellowness of dry white wine, and the spiciness of agave, and taught him how to step on grapes into juice, how to brew, how to taste, How to serve with meals.

In the face of such a complex new knowledge system, Zhi Lan's little brain is obviously not enough, but he is very good.

It’s like talking about cross talk, Song is for teasing, he’s just flattering, no matter what uncle says, he will do his best to cheer:

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

"So it is!"

"Uncle, you are too capable!"

As long as Rainbow farts well, you can eat more cherries, and Zhilan's carefulness works very well.

When the first batch of grape juice into the barrel exudes a faint aroma of wine, the Ceres Festival finally officially arrives.

All the staff of the Bazhou Institute were mobilized to hold a bonfire party in Wuyue Manor to celebrate the harvest of the land and the warehouse full of rice beans.

There is no distinction between species and gender when it comes to drinking. In order to repay everyone for their half-month hard work, Song promised to provide unlimited wine and food for this party.

A group of rare humanoids got drunk and went crazy around the bonfire, letting themselves go in various ways.The porcupine humanoid showed Boba with darts in his hair, the peacock danced an elegant courtship dance, and the three tortoise brothers performed a live performance of stacking arhats.

Even Xiao Dou was involved in it, pulling a gibbon to dance tango, but Zhi Lan obediently sat by the campfire and roasted sweet potatoes, because he was banned from drinking alcohol by Song Ming's order.

Song's original words are: "Whatever wine children drink, just drink fruit juice and milk."

After Song greeted Dr. Yu and the others, when he came over, he saw the little boy holding a wooden stick, carefully poking the freshly baked sweet potatoes in the woodpile, as if he didn't know what to do.

"Let's eat it after cooling down," Song helped him pick out the sweet potatoes and wrap them in leaves. After the sugar inside the melon flesh was roasted at high temperature, it flowed out along the skin, and it was scorched and tempting like honey juice.

Zhi Lan stared at the hot sweet potato, swallowed unconsciously, and obediently responded, "Okay."

Well, you ghost, you obviously want to eat it very much, but you still have to pretend to be very obedient, who are you bluffing?

"Hey..." Song sighed, he had nothing to do with him, endured the heat and carefully peeled off a piece of skin, let the orange flesh cool in the air, and handed it to his mouth.

"Thank you, Uncle," Zhi Lan carefully opened his mouth to bite, the melon flesh was still a little hot, he took a few breaths, and gnawed on Song's fingers without grasping the angle.

Song shook his hands and frowned.

Zhilan's teeth also felt something different from the soft texture of melon flesh, and he realized that he accidentally bit someone.

Grandpa Mao said that as a humanoid, one must try hard to isolate oneself from wildness. It is wrong to bite and beat people. Those are only things that ferocious and savage species do.

Zhilan felt deeply guilty, so he carefully poked out the tip of his tongue, and licked Song's fingertips lightly, expressing his sincere apology.

Licking is an effective way of expressing intimacy and friendship between animals. Zhilan thinks he is doing a good job, but Uncle Song gets angry and throws a tantrum at him.

Song's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the aura around him became irritable. He took the sweet potatoes back directly, with a fierce expression on his face, and his words were rough and vicious, as if he was yelling:

"The red wine is almost finished, go to the wine cellar and get a few bottles, hurry up."

Zhi Lan was confused by his yelling, but still got up obediently to carry out the task, he looked back at Song in puzzlement, and walked towards the wine cellar.

After Zhilan left, Song threw aside the sweet potato he had bitten into, his palm still shaking.

Are the cub's teeth poisonous?Potent toxin that paralyzes the nerves of prey.

The saliva is also poisonous, otherwise why would the skin he licked keep burning hot, hot and itchy like being scorched by a tongue of fire.

Song even began to question Zhilan's species, is the little boy really Zilan's?Isn't Zilan's ancestor a kind of gentle and honest parrot?How did parrots have such predatory abilities?

Zhilan didn't know what kind of influence his overtures had on Song. He walked along the dark path, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the outer walls of the wine cellar and winemaking room, which looked a little scary.

The timid Zhilan quickened his pace, ran into the underground wine cellar in twos and threes, and there was an aloe of oak barrels on the pavement, and the alcohol molecules in the air surrounded him, and Zhilan only felt a little drunk, like drunk.

The finished wine cabinet was empty, and the pre-packaged glass bottles of red wine were no longer enough, so Zhi Lan had to bring empty bottles and fill them himself.

Rows of oak barrels are placed neatly on the sturdy wooden wine racks, with three floors up and down, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Which bucket should I fill?This is a big problem.

Zhilan wanted to go out and ask Song to come over and ask, but Zhilan still remembered Song's fierce look just now, but he accidentally bit him, so he couldn't be so angry, right?

Although he doesn't know why he got angry, Zhi Lan can be sure that it's better not to provoke him for the time being.

Zhi Lan wandered around the wine cellar twice, the empty glass bottle in his hand jingled, and finally stood still in front of an oak barrel.

There are some patterns engraved on the shell of this oak barrel, like some kind of ancient totem, and it is sealed with a golden hoop, which looks very powerful.

It's up to you. Zhi Lan pointed the glass bottle at the wine outlet, twisted the valve, and the ruby-colored wine gurgled out, filling one glass bottle quickly. He quickly sealed the cork and picked up another Connect the empty bottle.

Humming a light tune, Zhi Lan quickly filled ten empty bottles, and was about to close the valve when he ran into trouble again.

The metal bridle on this wine barrel has probably experienced a long period of time, and it is a little rusty. It took a little effort to open it at the beginning, but now it is directly stuck and cannot be closed at all.

The liquor was still pouring out, Zhilan was worried and distressed, so he had to run back to the wine cabinet to bring another batch of empty bottles, and quickly filled more than ten bottles.He was not relieved until the stock in the oak barrel was exhausted and no more wine flowed out.

Huh, it's okay, it's okay, not much wasted.

Zhilan found a small trolley in the wine cellar, and sent these wine bottles to the campfire. Seeing that the good wine was coming again, the humanoid companions hurried around to divide up the trolley, turned around and drank .

"Wow, this wine is really good, so mellow!"

"You don't even look at who made it. Do you still need to talk about Lao Song's craftsmanship?"

"Happy, I've never had such a good wine."

A white ibis throws the wine bottle to Song, and greets Song loudly: "Old Song, thank you, this wine is so exciting, come, have a drink with everyone."

Song picked up the wine bottle, feeling a little inexplicable, the craftsmanship and age of this batch of red wine are exactly the same, so there is no difference in taste.

He pulled out the cork and took a sip. After three seconds, his expression changed.

"Little Lanmao! Come here!" Song's pupils were dark and violent, his entire face turned blue.

"Hey, hey, here we come!" Zhi Lan didn't know what happened, trotted to Song, put his hands on his chest, and looked at him obediently:

"Uncle, do you have any orders?"

"What kind of wine are you holding?" Song stared at him like he was gouging out flesh, with a sullen tone, grabbed Zhilan's chin with one hand, and picked him up by the whole bird.

"Wine... There is no wine on the wine cabinet, so I... I just filled some with an empty bottle."

Zhilan's feet were hanging in the air, her thin white ankles kept kicking, and she firmly grasped Song's wrist, wanting to sob, but her tight throat made it difficult to make a sound.

For the first time, the little blue bird experienced the fear of being dominated by a brutal predator. Its fragile neck was strangled by the predator's sharp claws, and it was about to suffocate, and its eyes were full of water vapor.

He blushed and begged in a hoarse voice: "Yes... I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

"How much did you drink?" Song tried to maintain his sanity, but his scarlet eyes exposed his mania.

Zhilan let out a hoarse sobbing sound, and big tears fell down, "The valve... the valve is stuck, it can't be closed... I'm afraid of wasting it... I poured it all... I poured it out."

Song suddenly gathered his fingertips, his face suddenly moved closer, revealing his fangs glowing with cold light, as if he wanted to tear this fragile bird into pieces:

"That barrel of wine is a relic left by the master who taught me how to make wine. The value of the entire wine cellar can't compare with it. You poured it all?"

Not only a master, but also a master and a father, the last thing left by him is gone like this, he even has the heart to kill.

"Yes... I'm sorry... Uncle... I was wrong..." Zhilan cried even more when he heard this, tears fell down like money, and the miserable crying attracted people around him.

As soon as Dr. Yu turned his head, he saw the incomparably precious little blue hair being strangled by the neck. It was like a chicken killing scene. He was almost scared out of his wits. He ran all the way, out of breath, and said:

"What's the matter? You loosen it, loosen it! It's broken!"

Dr. Yu twisted Song's wrist vigorously, Song closed his eyes and calmed down for a few seconds before letting go of Zhilan's neck.

Xiao Dou also heard the sound and rushed over, just in time to see the scene of Zhilan falling from his hand, Xiao Dou shouted "Oh my God", and ran over at a speed of [-] meters to catch the limp Zhilan.

"Tell me, what's going on here? How did he mess with you?" Dr. Yu asked anxiously.

It didn't take long for the baby pimples that Hua Xiasuo sent to him, and they were almost strangled to death. If this was said, it would involve a major diplomatic accident.

Song was still breathing calmly, his tightly locked brows gradually loosened, and when he opened his eyes again, most of the scarlet in his eye sockets had dissipated, and he looked coldly at Zhi Lan in Xiao Dou's arms.

The little blue bird that escaped from the predator's claws was still in a state of panic, its eyes were wide open, its face was pale, and it was clutching its throat and sobbing non-stop.

Song sighed, knelt down and stared at him quietly.

Zhi Lan was so frightened that her whole body froze, she shrank back into the breeder's arms, her eyes turned redder, but she didn't dare to cry anymore, only her chest was still heaving together, as if she had hidden many, many grievances chest cavity.

"See how you scare the child, what's going on?" Dr. Yu asked persistently.

Song didn't want to answer, he stretched out his arm, took Zhilan from Xiaodou's arms directly, got up and walked to his residence.

Zhilan was as stiff as a piece of wood, afraid of falling, and didn't dare to reach out to hug Song's neck, and didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye, so he could only shrink into a ball, buried his face in Song's lapel, and secretly rubbed against him. shed tears.

"Hey..." Feeling the warm moisture on his chest, Song sighed again, trying to slow down his voice to coax him:

"It's not your fault, stop crying."

The author says:

Little Blue Hair: Grandpa Mao, I know what "bullying" is??? Help

Father Song: What's the use of keeping such a stupid brat, just eat it

Don't scold Father Song, he feels distressed? 乛v乛?