Chapter 415 Who Is Brewing Wine in the Office!

In the office, the fragrant aroma suddenly exploded like a bomb, making everyone dizzy.

Almost everyone couldn't help but take several deep breaths, and they couldn't bear to spit it out. Their bellies were bulging, as if they were full.

"Quick, close the door!"

"Close the windows too! What if someone opens the window and the smell escapes!"

There were about a dozen people in a large office, and no one could remember who was making the noise just now, saying that someone farted, and asked them to open the window.

After closing the door, the aroma became even stronger. As the saying goes, it is intoxicating, and this is probably what it feels like.

A group of people, sucking and complaining at the same time.

"Damn it, it smells so good, you can't be addicted!"

“What if I can’t smell it anymore!”

"It's not good, I think I'm going to become an alcoholic..."

"I feel like I'm no longer normal, what should I do..."

"I always thought there was something good about drinking, damn, now I understand!"

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

"Shoot, why don't you quit drinking? You'll drink to death!"

"Calm down, calm down, it's okay, it's okay, you're just breathing, you're not drinking, there's no alcohol, okay? Drunkness is just an illusion!"

If this group of people saw the people who were in front of the winery all day long, inhaling alcohol and cultivating immortality, I'm afraid they wouldn't think their current state is strange.

The biggest feature of Zhuangba’s wine is its extremely strong aroma.

Such a rich, strong and well-defined wine aroma contains at least hundreds of different aromas. When absorbed into the nasal cavity, the olfactory center of the brain becomes active in an instant, and a steady stream of various signals impacts the brain. , the experience it brought was something they had almost never experienced before, and there were only three words to describe their feelings - overwhelming.

Just taking a whiff of the fragrance, I feel a little bit uncontrollable. What else can I do next?

It doesn’t matter if the brew is done or not, let’s drink it!

"Drink!"

“I can’t wait, there are still so many material packages anyway!”

"Yes, yes, drink it first. After you drink it, start brewing the next pot!"

A group of people, men, women, old and young, couldn't bear it any longer. They opened the lid of the yogurt machine with a loud ticking sound.

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

With a "wow" sound, the fragrance that hit their faces like ocean waves enveloped everyone in it, and they felt that their bones seemed to be three ounces lighter.

"Cup cup..."

"Down quickly, down!"

"Give me a disposable cup..."

"Hey, hey, give me one too!"

"I'll get drunk after just one beer!"

"No matter, drink!"

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

Coffee cups, glass cups, thermos cups, mugs...

Various containers that originally contained wolfberry and jujube were emptied out, and a glass of home-brewed rice wine was poured into them.

The upper layer of this rice wine was clear and the lower layer was turbid. The supervisor took it in his hand and shook it first.

The white powder at the bottom is like smoke and dust rising up, and the white sand is long, and the fragrant aroma hits your face again.

Not as rich as before, but more layered.

Rice aroma, floral aroma, fruit aroma, even meat aroma...

After one sniff, the supervisor couldn't bear it anymore and took a sip.

The wine is not strong. After all, it is just rice wine. It has not been distilled. It is about ten degrees.

It's only slightly spicy in the mouth, but more of an aroma.

A group of people couldn't help but close their eyes slightly, letting the aroma and glutinous taste melt in their mouths and noses.

"It tastes so strange, it feels like the first time I drank goat's milk when I was a child... When I was a child, I went to a relative's house in the countryside. There was a little brother who was milking goats, and then he secretly let me take a sip. Ah, goat's milk doesn't taste good. But the little brother is so handsome..."

"Well, I seem to smell the smell of apples that my mother kept when I was a kid. The apples were wrinkled after being left at home for half a winter, and they were particularly fragrant..."

"This smells very much like the smell in my dad's car. My dad threw a lot of orange peels on the car window... I want to go home..."

"This is the taste of my grandma's steamed rice. Yes, this is the taste..."

"Suddenly I remembered my ex. Her shampoo smelled like this..."

As the saying goes, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

Among a thousand people, there are also a thousand different homemade rice wines.

Just when sniffing, the smell that everyone smells is complex and rich.

When you actually drink it, it has a completely different flavor.

The initial strongest scent has dissipated, and everyone's body temperature, saliva, nose sensitivity, and sensitivity to different odors are different.

At this time, the smell that humans smell begins to differ.

The sense of smell is a very special sense for humans. It is the sense most closely connected with the human memory center.

Smell is the easiest thing to evoke memories.

Hundreds of different scent combinations, arranged randomly, emit countless electrical pulses to the human brain, and no one knows which one suddenly evokes scenes that have long been hidden in the memory.

In an instant, all other signals were suppressed, and the scene deep in his memory seemed to appear before his eyes.

The crowded and dilapidated old rural house, the little brother milking the goat, the little brother's black hands, the chipped porcelain bowl, the smelly goat milk and the little brother's smile...

In the dim old living room, there is a crumpled apple next to the TV. My mother is sitting in the corner of the living room, talking about something...

The old car, whose air conditioning didn't work very well, always shuddered when running, and the dry and hard orange peels in front of the car windows always trembled, mixed with the faint smell of leather and gasoline, as well as the smell of my father's body. Tobacco smell...

Grandma's spicy hot pot, grandma's braised prawns, grandma's steamed egg custard...

He buried his head in his ex-girlfriend's hair, took a deep breath, and felt the hair tickling the tip of his nose...

Memories come back in waves, like faded old photos or old movies with skipped frames.

Sometimes it jumps here, sometimes it jumps there.

This busy world is so busy that people don’t even have the chance to stop and recall, but there are some things that we thought we had forgotten, but they still remain in our memory.

Inadvertently stirred up because of a glass of wine, a scent, or some unwilling obsessions.

want to come to back……

Ah, the past that cannot be returned to...

The office was quiet, everyone was immersed in their own thoughts.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open with a bang.

The boss, company executives, Master Kinuma, and guests from Fuso Prefecture filed in.

"Whose wine!"

"Who is drinking in the office?"

"Wait, are you making wine?"

"Who brewed this wine!"

Damn it, I asked you to work overtime, and you are making wine in the office?