novelaction Chapter 718 Unusual Wine
Chapter 718 Unusual Wine
Clearly, the old man intended to matchmake Lin Ping and Meng Qingge, hoping that his granddaughter would keep her eyes open and not miss out on the good man beside her.
Lin Ping didn't doubt the old man's sincerity. After all, he had revealed his identity, and anyone who wasn't a fool would try to keep Lin Ping there.
When the needle pierced his skin, the old man frowned slightly, but then felt much better and felt refreshed.
"What is this?" the old man asked in confusion.
"This is insulin. Your pancreatic function has almost completely failed. To recover, it will require a long period of injections. During this time, you will need to inject insulin to help break down the sugar in your body," Lin Ping explained patiently.
The old man wouldn't delve into these scientific matters.
All he needed to know was that Lin Ping could extend his life.
After the insulin injection, Lin Ping continued to give him injections, and his condition was better than the first time, which was also the effect of controlling his diet.
"I heard Qingge is going to brew a lot of wine? I'm afraid this is your idea." The old man asked indirectly, clearly nothing in the Meng family could be kept from him.
"You want to ask why I made the Meng family kneel before me, right?" Lin Ping said without any hesitation, "Because what they did went too far, and I got angry."
The old man also looked angry. "Hmph, that wasn't enough of a warning. They should be taught a lesson, or the entire Meng family will be ruined."
“Meng Qingchao isn’t the only one who embezzled public funds. If I were to audit the accounts, almost everyone would be caught. Wouldn’t you feel bad about that?” Lin Ping asked tentatively.
He didn't believe these relatives were clean; he suspected there were many deals involved in their strong support of Meng Qingchao.
"Go ahead and investigate. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong," the old man said angrily, showing a rare display of energy.
"Forget it. I'd rather use this time to earn more money than to audit the accounts. I don't really care about the Meng family, these small fry." Lin Ping shook his head and said.
Those words were quite hurtful; after all, the Meng family was the patriarch's life's work.
"Can wine really make money? I don't like that sour and astringent taste." To avoid embarrassment, the old man changed the subject.
"Is it really sour and astringent? You seem to have some misunderstanding about wine." Lin Ping smiled mysteriously and suddenly pulled a small wine jar from his pocket.
"Wine? Bring it here quickly. Ever since I fell ill, the doctor has forbidden me from drinking." The old man's eyes gleamed. If he weren't so weak, he probably would have snatched it from Lin Ping's hand.
"Drinking high-proof liquor is indeed not good, but drinking some low-proof, low-sugar red wine is fine," Lin Ping explained.
"So it's wine. No wonder it has no aroma." The old man immediately lost interest, clearly having a prejudice against wine.
Lin Ping didn't insist. Instead, he filled a jade cup, swirled it around, and let the bright red liquid flow down the sides of the cup.
When the wine turned a dark red, Lin Ping took a sip, and his face instantly relaxed.
"Fine wine, a rare find in this world," Lin Ping said, smacking his lips.
"It's just wine, don't try to fool me." The old man, like a stubborn child, turned his head away and ignored Lin Ping.
"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on." Lin Ping sang as he drank.
"What a wonderful poem! What a wonderful poem!" the old man exclaimed repeatedly.
He stared at Lin Ping with a strange look. Although he couldn't write poetry, he understood one thing: all masterpieces are expressions of true feelings. If Lin Ping had been drinking cheap wine, how could he have recited such refreshing poems?
"Playing tricks, let me have a taste," the old man said haughtily.
Lin Ping has his own way of dealing with the elderly; you have to coax them!
So I poured him a small half-cup, and after he woke up, I handed it to him.
It must be said that the bright red wine looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the jade cup, and regardless of its quality, it could be considered a top-grade wine.
When he put it to his lips, it still didn't smell fragrant, and the old man was a little disappointed.
However, after he took a sip, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The rich, mellow juice coated the entire tip of the tongue and flowed down the throat.
This tastes divine!
"Good wine, have another cup!" The old man drank it all in one gulp.
Actually, this is just ordinary semi-dry red wine, nothing special.
The old man praised it so highly because he hadn't drunk alcohol for several years and couldn't stand the smell.
To give a simple example, when you are extremely thirsty, a bowl of cold water is better than any beverage.
"I'm sorry, you can only drink one cup a day." Lin Ping hurriedly put the wine jar away.
"Boring, boring, I won't drink it then." The old man suppressed his craving and turned his head away, like an angry child.
He knew, of course, that Lin Ping was thinking of his health. In fact, being able to drink a cup a day was already a benefit Lin Ping was giving him.
"This is the wine I've processed. If you give me some more time, the quality of this wine can be improved by two levels," Lin Ping said without exaggeration.
"Remember to bring me a few jars to drink then," the old man replied, which was considered an admission of forgiveness for Lin Ping.
He didn't continue discussing with Lin Ping whether wine could make money, because the answer had already been given to him by "A Bite of China".
"Young man, my Qingge is stubborn and has poor eyesight. If she rejects you, don't give up easily," the old man earnestly advised.
According to their previous agreement, he could not reveal Lin Ping's identity, as this would likely cause Meng Qingge to look down on him.
How could the old man let go of Lin Ping, his precious darling? Rather than letting Lin Ping try his best to seize opportunities, he would rather let Meng Qingge try her best to seize opportunities.
"Whether the Meng family perishes or not is none of my business, but Qingge won't suffer anyway," Lin Ping replied seriously.
With scum like Meng Qingchao in the Meng family, it's no wonder they're doomed.
"You brat, you're asking for a beating!" The old man angrily threw a smelly shoe, which landed right on Meng Qingfan's face.
I was just carrying some tea leaves, what did I do to deserve being hit in the face with a shoe sole?
Meng Qingfan was on the verge of tears, but in the end she still dragged Lin Ping away, not daring to anger the old master.
On their way back to the mansion, the two happened to run into Meng Qingge, who looked somewhat dejected.
Yun'er, puffing out her cheeks, said, "That Boss Guo is really ungrateful, daring to ask for such an exorbitant price. I don't believe he's the only one selling grapes in the capital. We can always go find Boss Liu or Boss Sun tomorrow..."
Lin Ping rushed over and asked with concern, "Yun'er, what happened?"
"Isn't it because of that grape seller, Mr. Guo? Are his grapes made of gold? He charges three times the price! It's much cheaper to just buy grain!" Yun'er was furious at the mention of it.