My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 1761 3.207 The Wishful

The old man opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his bright teeth.

Qiaomu saw the old man with a red rosacea and a ragged shirt. Although he looked like a beggar, his mental appearance was very good, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Nodded and motioned everyone to pour the chrysanthemum wine in the wine glass into the old man's sea bowl.

The old man smiled and smiled, grinning at her silly for a while, squatting aside with the bowl of the sea and drinking.

They shook their heads helplessly, and turned to look at Qiao Mu.

When the tree pulled the lid of the jade gourd, a strong aroma of fruit wine floated out of the gourd.

The old man who squatted and mumbled to drink wine as water, suddenly moved his nose, and got up from the ground, turning his head to look at the direction of the trees.

There were still many elders sitting in front of the flower shelf, and when they smelled the wine, they also set their eyes on the trees.

"Wow!" Qi Xuanxuan and others cried out in surprise, "Qiao Qiao, you still have such good wine!"

"You can hide deep enough!"

Arbor could not help but.

In fact, this winter fruit wine is still a little tree tossing freely, and she naturally has no leisure.

The reason is that there are too many winter fruits!

Even if a lot of winter fruits have been distributed to Prince Edward, there are still a lot in stock.

The little tree thought that they were occupying the place, and it was a pity to lose it, so they had all the brains to make wine.

"Come, have a drink together." Matahaha smiled and raised a glass to everyone.

Nine cups touched lightly, a bite of winter fruit wine, only felt sweet and pleasant, the fruit wine exuded a hint of heat in the stomach.

"It tastes great, too," Qi Xuanxuan praised.

Even her infrequent drinker thinks this fruit wine is very good, with a hint of sweetness, but not too sweet, and she feels that her veins are very irony when she drinks it, which is really good.

The old beggar on the side, already seeing drool, was standing at the table of Qiao Mu and others with a scratched face, with a strange expression that stopped and said.

"Little girl, do you really make this wine from winter fruit?" The old man with rosacea asked curiously.

He didn't drink the winter fruit wine, but how could this taste be so strong!

"It's winter fruit wine." Qiaomu nodded surely.

But it was ... these winter fruits were soaked in holy water for a while.

At that time, arbor originally wanted to make iced winter fruit, soaked there for a long time without moving, when she remembered, she had been dealt with by the impatient little trees.

So what can she say?

The old man with distiller's nose ran to Qiao Mu, and he smiled, "Little girl, how about you give the old man a drink?"

Qiaomu saw his pair of bright eyes, stared straight at the jade gourd in her hand, and couldn't hold back the saliva while speaking, apparently a good drinker.

"Okay, let's take a sip." Qiao Mu nodded slightly, "seeing that you are an old grandfather."

Everyone: ...

Qiaomu took the wine gourd to pour wine to the old man, and the old man looked at him hurriedly, urging, "More points, you little girl, don't pick the door! Your wine gourd obviously holds dozens of barrels of wine and gives the old man There is nothing to lose in the big bowl. "

Qiaomu's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave him half a bowl and then put his hand away. "You tell me who you are, and I'll fill you up again."

With so many people present, no one has noticed that her jade gourd is weird, but this old man's eyesight is amazing?

(End of this chapter)