458: Chapter 458: [15-Year-Old Daughter Red] 458: Chapter 458: [15-Year-Old Daughter Red] Ye Chenfeng looked at Lu Yuanming arrogantly and said, “In the art of tea, I only know the basics, but as for Go, I bet there’s not a single person in the country who could beat me!”
“…”
Lu Yuanming’s expression became stern, thinking that Chenfeng was really full of hot air, wasn’t he?
The youngsters today are just so restless, with no real ability, just a talent for talking big.
Especially Lu Yuanming, he was particularly annoyed by Chenfeng’s boasting.
Pretending to be a tea connoisseur was one thing, but now claiming there wasn’t a single person in the whole country who could beat him at Go?
Lu Yuanming really wanted to hit back with a retort: If you’re such a big shot, why aren’t you in the sky by now?
The more Chenfeng acted like this, the more Lu Yuanming wanted to give him a harsh lesson in reality and show him how vast the world really is.
Competitive as he was, Lu Yuanming’s interest was now fully piqued, and he sneered, “Alright, let’s have you give me a lesson in the chess skills of the ‘number one in the world’ today!”
With a confident smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, Ye Chenfeng said, “Old Lu, I guarantee that you’ll lose miserably!”
“…”
This was precisely what made Lu Yuanming angry.
He was fuming, his mustache blowing up and his eyes glaring.
“Come on!”
Lu Yuanming, irritated, set up the Go board and pieces, ready to have a game with Ye Chenfeng.
But Chenfeng stopped him, “Hey, Old Lu, get some peanuts and warm up two pots of good wine.
How can we play Go without these?
Just looking at you, I can tell you lack taste, let alone skill in playing!
“…”
Do you think this is a social gathering?
Lu Yuanming was going insane.
“Go drink by yourself if you want to.
I don’t have any here!” Lu Yuanming said coldly.
Ye Chenfeng was really pushing his luck, wanting peanuts and wine while playing Go.
“Wanqing, hurry up and bring some wine here, didn’t you hear Little Ye ask for it?
And Old Lu, watch your tone!” Yao Rui’s voice came from the kitchen.
Lu Yuanming’s face showed his embarrassment, and he was gnashing his teeth in anger.
Soon, Lu Wanqing brought over two bottles of wine, but the wine was French sparkling wine, which Wanqing liked very much.
“This stuff is too weak, like a soft drink!
Little Wanqing, I want baijiu!
This doesn’t have any presence!” Ye Chenfeng, crossing his legs comfortably, acted as if he was the master of the house.
Lu Yuanming’s face went through various shades, almost wanting to punch Chenfeng.
“Old Lu, don’t you have a lot of good wine stored away?
Hurry up and get it out, Little Ye doesn’t come by often!” Yao Rui’s voice rang out again.
Lu Yuanming shook his head, “No, I don’t have any good wine,” he said, making eye gestures at Yao Rui.
Yao Rui seemed to completely ignore the signals sent by Lu Yuanming’s eyes, and said directly, “What do you mean no good wine?
Little Ye, you have no idea how much your uncle loves three things in his life: Go, tea, and wine.
His house is full of good wines; he even built a wine cellar for them!”
“…”
Lu Yuanming could only stand there, watching Yao Rui blurt everything out, desperately winking, but Yao Rui didn’t even glance his way.
“Oh right, your uncle recently got a jar of ‘Nu’er Hong’ wine!” Yao Rui continued.
“Nu’er Hong?” Chenfeng’s eyes suddenly brightened intensely.
“Yes, exactly.
Old Lu, hurry up and get your ‘Nu’er Hong’ out and let Little Ye have a taste!” Yao Rui told Lu Yuanming.
Lu Yuanming’s face stiffened, and he was so angry he couldn’t even speak.
Ye Chenfeng smiled at Lu Yuanming, “Old Lu wouldn’t be so petty, would he?
Hiding the good wine instead of sharing it!”
Provocation!
Indeed, Ye Chenfeng was provoking Lu Yuanming, and, irritatingly, he fell for it.
Lu Yuanming glared at Ye Chenfeng fiercely then stomped off, but soon returned with a grim face carrying a plate of peanuts, a plate of cold beef, and a pot of warm Daughter’s Red wine.
“Come on, Old Lu!
Let’s toast!” Ye Chenfeng raised his wine cup after filling it up and called out.
But he saw that Lu Yuanming across from him was just staring at him fiercely, as Ye Chenfeng had only filled his own cup, while Lu Yuanming’s cup was empty.
“Uh, Old Lu, you pour yourself.
I’m going to drink now, it’s too delicious!” Ye Chenfeng gulped it down in one go.
Ye Chenfeng smacked his lips, savoring the aftertaste between his lips and teeth, and couldn’t help but exclaim, “The taste of 15-year-old Daughter’s Red is indeed good, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, fresh, astringent each flavor is distinctive—combining clarity, fragrance, richness, softness, silkiness, and coolness in six styles!
This trip was not in vain!”
Those who didn’t know would think Ye Chenfeng was just showing off nonsense, but he was actually a true wine connoisseur.
Daughter’s Red is a type of fermented yellow rice wine made from glutinous rice and brown sugar, known for its combination of six flavors.
Moreover, Ye Chenfeng easily identifying the 15-year-old Daughter’s Red further proved his expertise, as the age of Daughter’s Red is classified according to the traditional age at which ancient Chinese girls would get married, generally between 14 to 16 years old.
Therefore, the Daughter’s Red from these three years is the most flavorful!
Lu’s mother and Lu Wanqing knew nothing about this, and had no idea what Ye Chenfeng was talking about.
But Lu Yuanming was different.
“Gah!”
Lu Yuanming was dumbfounded.
This damn kid was an utter freak!
His knowledge of Daughter’s Red was so profound it seemed as if this specialized language came to him naturally.
Lu Yuanming initially thought Ye Chenfeng was just posturing, that good wine was wasted on him, but he hadn’t expected to be so shocked by Ye Chenfeng.
“Come on, another cup!” Without any discussion, Ye Chenfeng went for another round.
Although Lu Yuanming’s attitude toward Ye Chenfeng had changed somewhat, he was still irked by him and filled his own cup in silence.
Ye Chenfeng tapped his wine cup with a smug expression.
“You yourself…
alright then!” Seeing Yao Rui’s dagger-like gaze, Lu Yuanming swallowed his pride once more and filled up Ye Chenfeng’s cup.
“That’s more like it!” Ye Chenfeng snorted coldly.
Oh my God!
Who is the father-in-law here, you or me?
Today, Ye Chenfeng, posing as the son-in-law, had tamed the fierce father-in-law completely!
“Let’s do it!”
In the end, Ye Chenfeng held the black stones while Lu Yuanming held the white stones.
As in observing a person, one observes the game of chess.
Ye Chenfeng’s style was incredibly swift and fierce from the start, employing the tactic of ‘Sword Moves on a Slant,’ making bold and direct moves.
He launched a sharp attack from the beginning, seemingly trapping Lu Yuanming, but this usually left his own defense vulnerable to being caught off-guard, difficult to remedy later.
“Hmph, is that all?
The so-called ‘best in the world’?
Be careful with your words in the future, and don’t let the wind snap your tongue!” After understanding Ye Chenfeng’s approach, Lu Yuanming snorted coldly.
Mainly, it’s just too young, after all!
Knowing a bit about wine was already impressive, and having some skill in Go wasn’t bad either.
Just don’t be too arrogant!
Lu Yuanming also revealed a smile, in his view, Ye Chenfeng’s style in chess was just like his personality, straightforward and aggressive, aiming for swift and fierce tactics.
Although decent, he was only slightly better than a rookie, and destined to lose against a true master like himself!