Almighty Manor

The two sides said a few words, Master Munuma said a few words, a middle-aged man speaks proficient Chinese: "Master Munuma has recently produced some new works, and I want to prepare a small tasting for you, listen Listen to everyone. "

"Really?" The boss was overjoyed, "I already wanted to taste Master Munuma's craftsmanship!"

"Master Munuma's personally brewed wine is delivered directly to the auction house, and you have a mouthful today." The middle-aged man said a little proudly.

"Hey, that's great! I have a good drink today!" Hearing from people at Baishuang Distillery, the supervisor's saliva was almost flowing down, and he was hungry and thirsty.

"Don't you quit drinking?" Zhou Yan stared.

The supervisor is not ten years older than him. The two get along together and are more like friends outside the workplace. Recently, when the supervisor checked his body, the indicators were high, and the doctor told him to quit drinking.

When the supervisor first entered the industry, he once heard a senior said that if he wants to sell wine, he must know what the wine is good for. Therefore, the supervisor has studied wine tasting hardly. , Drunk stiffly became an alcoholic.

Don't mention how uncomfortable it is now to quit drinking, but the willpower of the supervisor is not bad. He hasn't seen the director drinking for almost a week.

"Such a good wine, stop drinking a ball! Forget it!" The supervisor dragged Zhou Yan and followed.

After a while, everyone sat down in the meeting room, and before them, a small glass of wine was set up.

The supervisor was scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks. The wine bug probably bit his stomach through, but no one else moved, but stared.

Zhou Yan sniffed, feeling nothing. Seeing everyone else holding up, he also took up his glass and drank all.

After drinking it, he was dumbfounded, and when he saw someone holding it, he didn't drink it at all, and he sniffed it in front of his nose.

Zhou Zheng was a little embarrassed.

Then was glared by the boss and guests in Fuso.

"Your boy, drink too fast!" The supervisor couldn't help laughing and crying. Why are you so chewing peony? But this wine is going to the auction house.

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

Have you not seen the master brewer, the hibiscus guest, and the boss all sniffing on the left nostril and the right nostril?

Why do you have to sniff for three or five minutes?

However, the supervisor was also curious. What kind of taste does this wine have, lowering his voice and asking, "How does it taste?"

"Nothing ..." Zhou Yan frowned. "It feels like rice wine without color ..."

To be honest, Zhou Zheng was disappointed.

I thought that the master of winemaking in Fuso could be more capable.

Unexpectedly, the only good thing was that it was refreshing.

"You kid don't understand." The director shook his head. "How can this be the same as rice wine!"

"No, I don't think the drink that Lao Zhuang gave me is much better." Zhou Yi said.

"You don't understand ... the bulk wine you brought, it tastes good ... uh, it's really good, but can be compared to the master?" The director did not believe that the bottle of wine brought back by Zhou Zheng had one Mostly into his belly.

It was the best drink he'd ever had in his life.

From that day on, drinking other wines all felt light and tasteless, and even had a smell of urine. The harder you drink, the more you stop drinking.

But after all, it is only the wine of a small brewery. Can it be compared with this master of hibiscus?

Supervisors still feel unlikely.

"I don't know, I don't know much. You will know it later when you taste it." Zhou Yan is also a little confused. After all, he is a master. He can't compare with Uncle Zhuang ...

Uncle Laozhuang was just a retired employee of a winery, right?

Besides, the hibiscus is a traditional craft and a spirit of craftsmanship. There is also a mysterious bonus.

"You don't understand. High-grade wine has no taste at the entrance, but it has endless aftertaste. This wine doesn't say anything else, it is very high-grade!"

Because it smells nothing, it looks like Lao Zhuang's wine, sniffs the aroma, and takes a breath, and feels like a fairy.

If this is advanced, then I would prefer a lower level ...

The two whispered in a low voice, and they finally sniffed over there, ready to drink.

The director impatiently frowned slightly, frowned, raised his head in confusion, squeaked, drank all the wine, and then frowned even tighter, covering his mouth and coughing Two beeps.

"Alas?"

"It's hard to drink ... what a **** ..." The main pipe.

"Well ..." Zhou Yan smiled and sprayed.

The two people's snickers also attracted the anger of the boss and the dissatisfaction of the Japanese guests. After several consecutive killing eyes, the two had to lower their heads, desperately hold back the laugh, and make themselves look serious.

Don't be rude, people are guests, and they are already so pitiful ...

"Two people, are you dissatisfied with my wine?" Just then, an old and cold voice sounded.

Ah, no, this winemaker can speak Chinese?

What they said just now will not be heard!

"No, no." Seeing what Zhou Yan wanted to say, the supervisor quickly covered his mouth. "We haven't had such a good drink before, so we lost our temper!"

"The two true feelings are my conscience, please drink a few more glasses ..."

Damn, let you nonsense!

Seeing the two drinking with tears in their faces, Master Munuma nodded with satisfaction and introduced: "I choose to brew this wine in the late winter season. Not only the rice is brewed, each grain is carefully selected, even the rice Water is taken from the snow mountain at a height of 2000 meters above sea level. It is picked before sunrise, melted in stone tools, and then the impurities are filtered. When the temperature rises to 2 degrees, it is used to clean the rice ... Only ice water that is as painful as a knife can make the wine full of Ling Ling flavor ... "

The boss lamented: "We admire the master's craftsmanship. Only people like the master can make such a fine wine ..."

The problem is, this wine is still not good! Zhou Yan's tracheal desire is almost bursting.

Sure enough, we don't understand the artisan world! We are just mortals!

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

There is still more work to do.

"Your boy said something in the morning?" Busy, the supervisor asked Zhou Zheng, "Are you anxious?"

"Yeah, I was looking for the owner ..."

"What? Is that your classmate who runs a brewery at home?" The supervisor heard the words, startled, and waved his hand: "So what are you still doing? Don't hurry up!"

"But a lot of work today ..."

"It's all over to me!" The main channel, "As long as you remember ... bring me some wine when you return!"

"Received!" Zhou Yan went out with his car key.

At five or six in the afternoon, Zhou Yan drove back to the company.

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

"Have you brought me wine?" The supervisor stared.

"I brought it, but I didn't bring it ..." Zhou Yi said, and then took out a plastic bag, which was densely packed with things similar to convenient fabric bags.

"What is this?" The supervisor wondered, looking at the pouch inside.

I'll let you bring wine, what can you bring me with a convenient fabric bag!

"Saccharomyces ..." Zhou Yi said, "Uncle Zhuang said, if you want to drink it, make it yourself. It's simple and convenient ..."

The supervisor was dumbfounded, and then swiped over: "Baga, if winemaking is so simple, what else does the winemaker do!"

"But that's what Uncle Zhuang said!" Zhou Yi was wronged. "Uncle Zhuang said, buy some rice and make a rice cooker or yogurt machine that can control the temperature to make low-alcohol, low-alcohol wine. If you want to make fresh wine, you have to distill it yourself ... "

"Mom, if it's just ordinary wine, I'll just buy it. Can I drink my own wine?"

"Uncle Zhuang said that it is definitely better than most of the wine on the market." Zhou Yixin vowed.

"Really?" The supervisor took out a small bag curiously, put it in his hand, and turned it over and looked at it.

It really looks like a plastic bag of material bag, which contains some yellow and white powder-like objects, and the bag has a few lines of words written on it.

"Zhuangji Winery: Mass production of low-strength fragrant rice wine A-type colonies, 2g (for 2KG wine). Usage method: Cook rice at high temperature. After the temperature is lowered to normal temperature, sprinkle the colonies into rice wine. Leave it for 4-10 hours. After stopping the bubbles, filter or drink directly. The temperature is the best. "

He turned the pouch over and saw the back writing: "Strain composition: patent yeast strain 17090918, patent acetate strain 17090520, patent 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-strength fragrant rice wine, there are also low-grade fruit wine, ale, beer, and high-grade wine. The strains in them are different and the ratios are different.

The supervisor wants to vomit, this is homemade yogurt!

Homemade yogurt is not so simple!

Of course, he didn't know. Recently, the father of Zhuang was thinking about the mass production of the winery.

Why is it difficult to make wine? Because the microbes are too complicated and uncontrollable during the winemaking process.

In the winemaking process, controlling the environment, temperature, humidity, water quality, and so on, is actually to control microorganisms ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But the microorganisms themselves are too complicated, so complicated that people need instinct, experience and inspiration to compromise them.

If there can be one or more highly controllable microorganisms, which can precisely control the number and speed of their reproduction, and make them prohibitive, is it not what kind of taste you want, what kind of taste?

Is this idea feasible?

Impossible for others.

But the manor's best at domestication is domestication, and Zhuang's father now has a deep understanding of domesticated microorganisms.

And Zhou Zheng brought back his finished product.

Although it is not as good as the wine he made himself, the dependence on the environment and raw materials has been reduced to a minimum.

Then Zhuang Da just needs to multiply the microorganisms and mix them well. The winemaking can be passed on to others.

"Really?"

"Really, anyway, it won't be worse than any master."

The wine made by this master today really impressed him too much.

"How is that possible? You haven't heard the master say? It's snow water at 2000 meters above sea level, and only 2 degrees of water with a knife like a knife can make good wine ..." The director stared, the spirit of the craftsman?

What spirit is not brewed without artisan spirit!

"Did Zhuangzhuang have any precautions?"

"said."

"What?"

"Wash your hands before brewing!"

To download the latest txt e-book of this book, please click:

Book mobile reading:

Book Reviews:

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record this time (Chapter 413: Wash your hands before brewing) and read the record. You can see it next time you open the bookshelf! Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! !!