Chapter 49

Two weeks ago, the International Wine and Spirits Competition Jury Committee.

The review work has entered the most tense stage. During the review period, all the judges are forbidden to use all perfumes and all aromatic substances, and are forbidden to eat all spicy and stimulating food. Let the tongue maintain a best state to judge the best wine.

Now to the six-person panel of judges is a bottle of baijiu.

The judges present 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, I hope to live up to their reputation."

"This is the field that Tang from Huaguo is best at."

When this sentence came up, the old man sitting in the tail seat nodded: "It is the national wine of our flower country, and it is also one of the wines I am best at brewing. However, it is better for my apprentice to evaluate this bottle. "

The middle-aged man sitting behind him hurriedly responded, picked up the cup, watched 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 white wine."

After a pause, 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 swallowed it slowly, "Your Huaguo's liquor is well-deserved, it is the richest in aroma substances among the three distilled liquors, asarum One product has multiple 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 who cued Tang before, "It's also Jiaoxiang, and Baimao's main product is thick and wrapped in a layer of gum. It has the aroma of burnt rice, and this one has a fresher flavor, soft in the mouth, and it is not easy to get on the head when it is slightly drunk. After drinking, the tongue is not dry, it is quite refreshing, and it seems to be younger."

The rest of the people have also started tasting this liquor, and they all exclaimed in admiration. When they heard this sentence, some people thought of something: "I heard that the most popular liquor in Huaguo recently is the youth liquor launched by Qibao Company. It must be this one, and it really lives up to its name.”

"It's not necessarily true. I can only drink the Roland red wine that was popular in Huaguo before. Under the reputation, it is actually difficult to match." Professor Qiu said a Huaguo idiom in English, "Perhaps a certain winery has a very high output. Low treasures."

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.

Since everyone praised this white wine, he has unconsciously squeezed his hands, and at this time, he trembled slightly.

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

Tang Lao walked to the parking lot, while caring for the disciple who was very silent today: "Rongyou, 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."

In fact, he was thinking about the bottle of liquor he just drank. This familiar and unique flavor was clearly brewed by the surname Shen, and the shadow that once shrouded his head climbed out of the tomb again.

He had to figure out a way.

Before the blind tasting, this wine had already undergone the first round of compositional analysis, which was a pass, and the judges' reaction also decided that it could be shortlisted, so the only breakthrough was the final compositional analysis before the award ceremony. .

"Still worrying about the next wine?" Tang Lao reassured, "I know you are a late bloomer who has come up through hard work, but you also need to worry about your health. The Baimao super project is indeed fiercely competitive, but you also not bad."

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

Since it was possible to press the dead 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 here are 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, but the analyst was still flattered, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking for me today?"

"There really is 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 he was admitted to Jinnong University? Jinnong University is good, but the competition pressure is very high. ."

"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 had memorized the serial number of the wine that day. According to the custom of the competition, the serial number would not be changed in the second round of the test of the shortlisted wine. The software design of their computer itself is not reasonable, and the analyst has the right to view the revised data. It's the perfect opening: "Deal with 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."

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

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

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

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

Unlike other people who are still frowning and worrying about their ranking, this group of live treasures almost flew into the car, joined the rest, and went to the private restaurant.

This restaurant has been mentioned many times in the article, and it is so popular that they don't know how much saliva they swallow.

Muye (Wen Li) himself was looking forward to this meal. After being promoted to this position by a family who coveted Qing's property, he had to play an investment genius, and it became a luxury to walk around the streets to find delicious food.

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

Qingyan, who intended to reappear with a sense of existence: It's unreasonable!

Roland and everyone who can only eat boxed lunches: We are so sour.

"Mr. Qing, I'm going out to eat alone." Manager Zhao, who came back from sick leave, was so thin that he was almost out of shape, with haggard written all over his face.

Even in the hospital bed, he was forced to do most of the work, and it was considered that he did his best for the company and died.

However, when Manager Zhao returned to his post, the work was often not smooth, whether it was not being able to punch in every day, the submitted documents were often lost, or there were some major problems in the projects that had been passed. 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 pay N+1 compensation, so he forced him to leave in this way.

Sure enough, a month after he was harassed, the personnel department asked him to talk: "Manager Zhao, please resign yourself."

"why?"

"We'd better get together and break up so that your reputation in the industry doesn't get stained."

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

Thinking that this guy would leave soon, Qingyan didn't say anything: "This is not an example."

"Okay." Manager Zhao nodded and left, took out a handful of colorful pills and water from his pocket and swallowed it.

He looked back at President Qing's so-called excellent team that was forbidden by orders, 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 little brother in a blue down jacket with a sign in his hand: "Do you 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 Xian 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 with a high hat and a simple and honest smile.

He was born with a fat head, big ears, and a round belly. At first glance, he looked like a butcher or a cook, which made everyone who was already looking forward to it more convinced and more eager for this meal.

This restaurant is Shandong cuisine, which is the most difficult of the eight major cuisines, with the most techniques and the most skillful one. It is a must-have for state banquets.

The two teams sat at a total of ten tables. The top management and Qingqin sat together, each with 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 to be presented to everyone is a plate of three non-stick.

The three non-stick are not sticking to the chopsticks, not to the plate, not to the mouth. The color is golden and lying on the plate, revealing an attractive sweetness.

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

The audience was silent.

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

Qing Qin picked up the mixture of egg, starch and white sugar with chopsticks, and the three nonsticks slipped from between the chopsticks, leaving a little yellowish color, which was considered a deduction.

What's more, 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."

Wenli:  …

"Let's try other dishes."

This time, what was transferred to Qing Qin was a sea cucumber with green onion, bright red in color and fragrant. It was one of the eight treasures of ancient and modern times, and it was the most nourishing.

Everyone threw down the chopsticks in disbelief. After eating, their expressions changed and they looked at each other.

Wen Li knew they were going to suffer from their expressions. He also picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, and then silently spit out the sea cucumber: "I remember they used black jade ginseng before, how does this taste like pig skin?"

With these two dishes as the beginning, the dishes on the next table were far less than their expectations.

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

A loss, a loss.

The owner, who claimed to have a royal chef in his ancestors at home, came out to see off customers in a chef's robe: "How is everyone eating?"

Honestly not so much.

Many people cast a resentful expression to Wenli, and Wenli stepped forward: "It's okay, but it doesn't seem to be the same as before, I remember that the chef before was a tall and thin brother. ."

As soon as this sentence was uttered before, the face of the original laughing boss became tense, and all the enthusiasm before dissipated: "You have come to eat before, it turns out that the chef was kicked out because his hands and feet were not clean."

It turned out to be like this, and those who heard this couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Wen Li was even more astonished. The chef in his memory had a family background. He was quite skilled before he became an adult, and his eyes were clear, not to mention someone who would do such a thing.

It's a pity that 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, are you only half full? Why don't you go now? We'll 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 have guaranteed tickets are not very good, so Qing Qin does not plan to go to any farmhouse.

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