Chapter 121 Wine Master Zhuang Ye Is

In the farmyard, there was a chaos of war and chaos.

Dad Zhuang was so busy surrounding a huge pot-shaped object, but he couldn't catch up at all.

"Quick, quick, stir! Stir!"

"Ah, wait, the disinfection wasn't completed just now, it's too late..."

"No, it's going to be too fermented!"

Father Zhuang was so tired that he almost lay down on the ground. Looking at the weird color of the first batch of wine, he felt like crying.

The first brewing failed.

It would cost a lot of money to buy such a large amount of grapes. Now that they are in the start-up stage, they cannot afford to waste it!

Wait, these grapes seem to be picked from the wall of my own courtyard.

Even so, Dad Zhuang was still a little heartbroken.

Lao Honglong came forward, carefully scooped up a little, tasted it, his eyes widened suddenly, and he gave a thumbs up to the manger: "Master of Winemaking! This is the best wine I have ever drunk! Old manger, you are A true master of brewing!”

real? Don't lie to me!

Seeing the drunken look on Lao Honglong's face, Zhuang's father was shocked.

I? An ordinary skilled worker in a small county-level winery is a brewing master?

Zhuang Buyuan sniffed, scooped a little, tasted it, and immediately gave Zhuang's father a thumbs up.

Seeing the expressions on both Lao Honglong and his son, Lao Zhuang was puzzled, could this wine really taste good?

He scooped up a little, took a sip, and spit it out with a puff.

This is not wine at all, it has been over-oxidized and turned into grape vinegar!

"You kid actually lied to your dad!" Dad Zhuang was furious.

"Dad, you also know that I don't drink, but this is indeed the most delicious grape I have ever tasted... vinegar!" Zhuang Buyuan laughed so hard that he couldn't help but laugh.

Dad Zhuang simply couldn’t complain.

He didn't know that the Senlians' sense of smell was absolutely reliable.

Although this Naxonian likes to eat metal parts, he is still an alien whose preferences are completely different from humans.

But their sense of smell is infallible.

Although it is over-brewed, the acids, sugars, alcohols and phenols in the grapes are fully mixed and fermented, and under the action of magical microorganisms, they form a complex and charming aroma.

"Dad, I'm not lying to you. Although this can't be regarded as wine, it's really delicious." Zhuang Buyuan restrained his smile, "Try it again. What I can taste are orange, green lemon and lychee. There is a fruity aroma, and there are some smells that cannot be described as taste..."

Dad Zhuang scooped out a little more, but this time he was not in a hurry to spit it out. After the sour taste, Dad Zhuang felt a shockingly complex aroma with rich layers.

Father Zhuang looked at his son, shocked, and took another sip.

Although he is a son of a winery, Zhuang's father never lets Zhuang Buyuan drink because he has seen too many drunkards.

Not to mention that he believed that alcohol would impair intelligence and that one should not drink until underage.

Zhuang's father is very determined in this regard, but this does not mean that Zhuang Buyuan has never drank.

Whenever Dad Zhuang’s workshop brews new puree, Dad Zhuang will take a little koji and bring it home to Zhuang Buyuan.

Then Dad Zhuang poured the puree into a very shallow flat plate, struck a match, ignited the puree, and burned off the alcohol, leaving only a thin layer, warm, full of rich aroma and complex taste. , with most of the alcohol removed.

Then, the father and son each had a small cup and clinked their glasses to drink.

This was like a sacred ceremony for the father and son, until Zhuang Buyuan came to Xucheng to attend college.

Zhuang’s father has been telling Zhuang Buyuan personally that the essence of wine never lies in alcohol.

Those who are addicted to alcohol are alcoholics, not drinkers.

If you want alcohol, drink medical alcohol until you are full.

The real flavor of wine, besides the alcohol, lies in the aroma of various flavors.

In this regard, Dad Zhuang believes in Zhuang Buyuan’s taste.

"There are also flavors of mushrooms and licorice." Dad Zhuang said, but the aroma in this wine is far more than that.

"I really don't know how many aromas there are in this..." Dad Zhuang was shocked by the complexity. It was like a Buddha jumping over the wall in the wine. The aroma was so fragrant that it felt like it was overwhelming and overwhelming.

Old Banglong said: "There are corn, onion, musk, hazelnut, coconut, jasmine, rose, cheese..." Old Banglong listed about seventy or eighty different scents in succession.

Father Zhuang was shocked.

"Lao Honglong is a real master of wine tasting and wine appreciation." Zhuang Buyuan said.

In fact, there are only six human tastes: sweet, salty, bitter, sour, umami, and there is still debate over whether one of the tastes, fat and spicy, is pain.

Most of the "taste" of the food that humans like comes from the sense of smell. Compared to the five or six kinds of taste, the sense of smell is really much richer.

Every sense of smell is the result of the combined action of multiple compounds and the arrangement and combination of objects.

If compounds A and B stimulate the human olfactory center together, they will match people into oranges, A and C into lemons, B and C maybe cantaloupes, ABC into leather, and ABCD into rotten eggs...

If the wine is rich in ABCDEFGH... when combined, there are hundreds of flavors!

This is the case with winemaking. Different origins, different strains, and different brewing processes will produce different aromas, either pure or complex...

Many people may like pure taste, but the purest taste is actually artificial flavor.

For example, air fresheners smell so pure and unsettling that they feel artificial.

Things in nature are always more complex, thicker, more memorable, and more addictive.

There is no doubt that the wine produced on the estate is something of this complexity.

As long as the acidity is suppressed and ethanol is not turned into acetic acid, this will be a wonderful wine!

"You're wasting good materials! What the hell kind of equipment is this? How come it's fermenting so fast! Why did my grapes ferment as soon as I put them in?" Dad Zhuang felt a little sorry for the materials he wasted.

Of course Zhuang Buyuan knew the reason. Anyway, it was time for Zhuang's father to slowly get to know the differences in the manor. He pretended to be calm and said: "This is high-tech brewing equipment. All processes will be accelerated a lot."

"Really? I don't study well, so don't lie to me!" Dad Zhuang glared.

"Of course, otherwise would I know magic? Or did I get some alien technology?" Zhuang Buyuan looked innocent.

These words are so convincing. How can there be any magic or alien technology in this world?

Dad Zhuang sighed: "No wonder our old winery has slowly failed to keep up with the times. Now we have such a magical wine-making machine... No, I want to do it again!"

This set of "tavern brewers" is like the land in a manor used to grow crops for brewing. After the bonus of the blood of time, the speed is extremely fast.

At this speed, it is impossible to keep up without the bonus of the manor identity card.

Zhuang Buyuan quietly released some functions of the Zhuang Dad master card that were previously banned.

This time, Dad Zhuang clearly felt that he had more energy and faster reactions. Every change in the wine could not escape Dad Zhuang's eyes.

He felt that his body had simply returned to its peak period, and its reaction speed was even faster than that of its peak period. It was stirring, fermenting, extracting, and separating...

When the red wine flows from the "tavern brewer",

Just smelling the escaping aroma, Dad Zhuang couldn't help laughing, it's done! Brewed!

"I didn't expect that my business could produce such good wine. I will die with no regrets in this life." The father of the village almost burst into tears after taking a sip of the wine.

"Dad, where are you? Wine is nothing, we still have to make the best liquor!" Zhuang Buyuan said, "By the way, Dad, can you help me make a special kind of wine?"

Zhuang Buyuan took out a small bottle, which was empty: "There is a special microorganism in it, which can brew a special wine..."

This is a bottle of "curing wine" that has been drank up.

"I'll try to see if I can cultivate it into distiller's yeast." Dad Zhuang took it carefully.