Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

No matter what Zhao Gao planned in his heart, Ying Zheng had already brought Zhang Han to Jingshui.

"Xiaoniu, is the meat skewer ready? Bring it here as soon as it's done!"

"Look at some charcoal, it will go out in a while!"

"Get less wine, they won't drink much."

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Ying Zheng took Zhang Han with him, and as soon as he came to the backyard, he heard Zhao Che shouting at the top of his voice.

The people of the twelve zodiac signs were also sitting together, and Li Liu and the other cooks were so busy that they never touched the ground.

"Cher!"

Seeing that no one noticed him, Ying Zheng yelled out.

"Huh? Dad, you are here!"

Zhao Che turned his head to see Ying Zheng, and was immediately happy, thinking that Ying Zheng came at the right time.

"Have you eaten yet? If not, have some barbecue!"

"barbecue?"

Hearing something that he had never heard of came out of Zhao Che's mouth, Ying Zheng couldn't help being curious.

"It's barbecue, but it's not limited to barbecue. Anything can be grilled."

Zhao Che pointed to the barbecue stove beside him and introduced Ying Zheng.

"Since it's Che'er's craftsmanship, it shouldn't be bad, so let's try it!"

Ying Zheng came to Zhao Che's side with a smile, pulled a small bench and sat down.

"It should be quite hot on the road, come to daddy, drink a glass of cold beer, let your heart cool down, and your heart will fly!"

It is early autumn now, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. It is a little cold in the morning and evening, but it is hot in summer at noon.

Yingzheng came all the way from Xianyang and was bored in the carriage all the time, already sweating from the realization.

Seeing this, Zhao Che casually took a glass of cold beer and handed it to Ying Zheng.

"Is this wine?"

Ying Zheng looked at the clear yellow liquid in the cup, which was still full of dense bubbles.

Looking at it this way, it looks similar to rice wine, but the smell it exudes is completely different.

The wine glass was cold to the touch, like holding a piece of ice in the hand of a big summer, instantly dispelling a lot of heat.

"This thing is called beer. It tastes different from the wine you drink, but the amount is still very high."

The ancient winemaking process was simple, and the alcohol content was almost non-existent, very bland.

In addition, during this period, food was scarce, and it was even more expensive to make wine. Most of the people who could drink wine were from the class of scholars and literati.

They don't drink like the people of the later generations, drinking directly into a puddle of mud.

Therefore, the ancients did not pursue the degree of alcohol very much.

When Zhao Che first came here, he planned to start the distilled wine business, but after some research, he found that this kind of wine was not suitable for ancient people, so he temporarily gave up and turned to brewing beer.

This batch of beer was only successfully brewed by him this year. Although the alcohol is slightly higher, the taste is much better than the current wine.

After the restaurant opened, he planned to sell this beer as a specialty, and it must be very popular.

Ying Zheng didn't know that Zhao Che had thought so much, so he casually picked up the beer in his glass and took a sip.

As soon as the beer entered the mouth, a large amount of carbon dioxide released bubbles, blooming in the mouth, with a slightly bitter taste, which was different from all the wines Ying Zheng had ever drunk.

In addition, it has just been chilled, and after drinking it, it seems that the whole person has come from the scorching heat to the cold winter, and the heat in the whole body is instantly dissipated.

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. The taste of this beer, when he drank it for the first time, made people feel a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that it was not easy to accept.

But the sweetness that followed immediately made people want to take another sip.

"Father, beer is not like the white wine you drink, you have to take a big gulp to feel good!"

Zhao Che reminded him, then picked up the wine glass, took a big gulp, and then burped. Although it was not in line with etiquette, it felt unusually heroic.

Seeing this, Yingzheng followed suit and took a big gulp.

Sure enough, drinking beer like this is the most correct way, very comfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the stomach seemed to be filled with air, and it spit out from the throat again.

"Hiccup~"

Ying Zheng couldn't help it either, and let out a long hiccup.

It was the first time Ying Zheng encountered such a disrespectful situation, and he couldn't help but blush immediately.

Fortunately, Zhao Che and the others seemed to be accustomed to this, but no one cast a strange look.

"Zhang San, you should try it too, this beer tastes really good!"

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Han who was stunned at the side, glared at him, and then reminded him.

"Here!"

Seeing this, Zhang Han quickly picked up his wine glass and took a sip following Ying Zheng's example.

"Hiccup~"

Now he can be regarded as experiencing the taste of Ying Zheng.

"Father, isn't this beer good?"

"It tastes good. Drinking a cup in this hot weather makes me feel much better."

Hearing Ying Zheng's evaluation, Zhao Che was relieved.

After investigating the distilled liquor market, he was really worried that ancient people would not accept his beer.

However, it is not easy to look at the identity of the old man. Since he can accept it, it means that there should be a market for beer.

"Father, I plan to sell this beer as a special feature of the restaurant, do you think those dignitaries will accept it?"

"This……"

Ying Zheng couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

This beer is good, but after drinking it, I can't help hiccuping, which is a bit unacceptable.

Especially those scholars, who call themselves gentlemen on weekdays, have all kinds of rules when eating and walking.

It's hard to say whether it's acceptable to let them drink so much and make such a fool of themselves.

"You can try to promote it first. If those people can accept this taste, it should still be very popular."

Ying Zheng replied after pondering for a while.

"Okay, let's try to promote it on a small scale first."

Zhao Che nodded.

"By the way, Dad, in fact, besides this beer, I also have a very high alcohol content here, do you want to try it?"

"Oh? How strong is it?"

Ying Zheng is not a drinker, but drinking is definitely a must at various banquets on weekdays.

Ying Zheng thought that he had drunk too much wine, and he had never drunk any good wine and spirits, so naturally he didn't have much expectations for the spirit Zhao Che was talking about.

"Compared to the wine you are drinking now, it is much stronger!"

As Zhao Che said, he signaled Yinhu to bring over the jar of liquor next to him.

"Father, this wine is called Erguotou, and its strength is ten times that of the wine you drink."

"ten times?"

Although Ying Zheng didn't hear what excessive counting meant, he could roughly understand it, probably because of the intensity of the wine.

Just as he was talking, Zhao Che had already poured a little for Ying Zheng, only the bottom of the cup was lost, otherwise he was really afraid that Ying Zheng wouldn't be able to drink it down.