Almighty Manor

In the office, the rich aroma burst like a bomb, stunning everyone.

Almost everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath and couldn't bear to spit it out, one by one, as if bulging.

"Hurry, close the door!"

"Close the window too! Whoever opens the window and the smell runs out!"

In a large office, there are about a dozen people, and no one remembers who was just arguing, saying someone was farting and letting the window open.

After closing the door, the aroma is more intense. It is the so-called intoxicating, probably this feeling.

A group of people vomiting while sucking.

"Mom, it's such a good smell, it's not addictive anymore!"

"What if I can't smell it in the future!"

"No, I think I'm going to be an alcoholic ..."

"I don't think I'm normal, what can I do ..."

"I used to think there was something good about drinking, mom, now I understand!"

"Help, I really don't want to be an alcoholic!"

"Fall, stop drinking, drink and count!"

"Sedation, sedation, it's okay, it's okay, you're just breathing, no drinking, no alcohol OK? Drunk is just an illusion!"

If this group of people sees those people who are in front of the winery all day, drinking and cultivating immortals, they may not feel that their current state is very strange.

The biggest feature of Zhuang's wine is that the wine is extraordinarily strong.

And such a rich, rich and layered wine fragrance, containing at least hundreds of different aromas, is absorbed into the nasal cavity, and the brain's olfactory center is activated instantly, and a variety of signals are hitting the brain. The experience they brought was almost never experienced by them, and there are only three words that can describe their feelings-hey.

Just smelling the scent, I can't help it anymore, what can I do next?

Whether he is brewed or not, drink!

"Drink!"

"Can't wait, there are so many packages anyway!"

"Yes, yes, drink first. After drinking, open the next pot!"

A group of people, men, women, and children, couldn't help it. Tickling Harako, they opened the lid of the yogurt machine.

When the lid was opened, everyone simply brainstormed the special effects.

With a slamming noise, the scent of the waves that rushed towards the face wrapped everyone in it, and felt that their bones seemed to be lighter.

"Cups ..."

"Fast down, fall down!"

"Give me a disposable cup ..."

"Ah, hey, give me one too!"

"I'm drunk with a glass of beer!"

"No matter, drink!"

A group of people can't wait to pour the wine from the yogurt machine into various shaped cups.

Coffee cups, glasses, mugs, mugs ...

The various containers that were originally soaked with Chinese wolfberry and jujube were emptied and poured with a glass of homemade rice wine.

This rice wine, the upper layer is clear, and the lower layer is turbid. The supervisor took it in his hand and shook it first.

The white powder on the bottom, as if the smoke and dust was rising, the white sand was long, and the scent of people was blowing again.

It is not as strong as it was just now, but it is more layered.

Rice, floral, fruity, and even meaty ...

Taking a sip, the supervisor couldn't help it anymore and took a sip.

The wine is not strong, after all, it is just rice wine, without distillation, about ten degrees.

The entrance is only slightly spicy, more aroma.

A group of people couldn't help but close their eyes slightly, so that the aroma and glutinous taste melted in their mouth and nasal cavity.

"It's weird. It seems like I drank goat's milk for the first time when I was a kid ... When I was a kid, I went to play with relatives in the countryside. A little brother was squeezing goat's milk. But the younger brother is so handsome ... "

"Well, I seem to smell the smell of the apple that my mother covered when I was a kid. That apple has been at home for half a winter, and it is wrinkled, especially fragrant ..."

"It smells like my dad's car. My dad lost a lot of orange peel on the window ... I want to go home ..."

"This is the taste of steamed rice made by my grandma. That's right, it's just ..."

"Suddenly remembered what to do with her ex, this shampoo smells like this ..."

In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlet.

A thousand people also have a thousand different home-made rice wines.

It's just that when smelling, everyone's smell is complex and rich.

Really tasted in the mouth, but showed a completely different flavor.

At first, the strongest scent has dispersed, and everyone's body temperature, saliva, nose sensitivity, and sensitivity to different odors are different.

At this time, the smell that humans smell has begun to make a difference.

Smell, to human beings, is a very special kind of sense organ. It is the sense organ most closely connected with human memory center.

Smell is the easiest to evoke memory.

Hundreds of different scent combinations, arranged randomly, emitted countless electrical pulses to the human brain, without knowing which one, it suddenly evoked a scene that had long been hidden in memory.

Instantly, all other signals were suppressed, and the picture in the memory seemed to appear in front of me.

Crowded and shabby old rural houses, the little brother who squeezes goat milk, the little brother's little black hand, the notched porcelain bowl, the fishy goat's milk and the little brother's smile ...

A dark old living room, a crumpled apple next to the TV ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mom is sitting in the corner of the living room, what is flocking ...

Old cars with air conditioners that didn't work well always trembled when they ran. The hard orange peel in front of the windows was always trembling, mixed with a touch of leather and petrol. Tobacco taste ...

Grandma's spicy fragrant pot, Grandma's oil prawns, Grandma's steamed eggs ...

Buried in the ex-girlfriend's hair, take a deep breath, feel the hair throbbing at the tip of the nose ...

Waves of memories are coming up, like faded old photos, or old movies that skip frames.

One jump here, one jump there.

This busy world is so busy that people don't even have the opportunity to stop and remember, but in the end there are some things that I thought I forgot, but still remain in the memory.

Inadvertently rummaged because of a glass of wine, a scent of aroma, or some unwilling obsession.

want to come to back……

Ah, I ca n’t go back ...

There was silence in the office, and everyone was immersed in their thoughts.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Bosses, company executives, Master Kinuma, and guests from Fuso predatory.

"Who's wine!"

"Who drinks in the office!"

"Wait, are you making wine?"

"Who made this wine!"

Damn, I'll ask you to work overtime, do you make wine in the office?

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