Carrying two big bags of grapes, Ling Ping'an finally returned to the entrance of the shop.
He took out his key and opened the shop door.
Then, he carried the grapes in his hand in.
The kitten, Bastet, followed him in.
Ling Ping'an placed the two big bags of grapes in his hand on the table.
Then, he collapsed on the sofa.
"I'm tired..."
"I'm so tired..."
He waved his hand that was not sore at all and imagined his already very tired expression.
So, he stuck out his tongue and panted.
The kitten, Bastet, walked up to him and gently stuck out her tongue to lick her master's hand, as if she was comforting him.
"Little darling, you still have a conscience!" Ling Ping'an was very satisfied.
He patted the little guy's head.
Then, he sat up and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already past four o'clock.
"Watch TV and prepare to brew wine!" Ling Ping'an said. So, he walked to the counter, sat down, and turned on the television.
It happened to be broadcasting the news.
An aerial shot appeared on the screen.
On the vast plains, the smoke had already stopped. Troops after troops were retreating from the frontlines.
The scene changed and they arrived at the scene of a press conference.
Two foreign men sat in their respective seats.
Countless cameras below the stage clicked non-stop.
"At 3: 25 p.m. local time today, the foreign ministers of Southern India and Northern India signed the Armistice Agreement. According to the agreement, the two warring parties will completely disengage from 5 p.m. local time today and stop the exchange of fire …"
"It is reported that this peace agreement was promoted by peacemakers from both sides..."
"In this regard, the spokesperson of the Federal Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs expressed his appreciation at a press conference held this afternoon. The spokesperson said: Maintaining regional peace and stability requires the concerted efforts of everyone. He hopes that Northern and Southern India can work together and build a relationship under the premise of peace, development, and stability. For this, the Federal Empire is willing to provide the necessary help..."
Ling Ping'an's mouth was wide open as he watched.
"This world is changing so quickly..." he said.
They were clearly fighting to the death yesterday and the higher-ups of the two countries were saying harsh words to each other.
On one hand, they said that they wanted to blow the other party back to the feudal society, and on the other hand, they simply said that they wanted to blow the other party back to the Stone Age.
In the blink of an eye, there was peace?
Ling Ping'an thought for a moment, took out his phone and opened his WeChat read. Sure enough, the top trending topic was' Northern and Southern India Achieve Peace '.
He clicked on it and saw news and videos.
Only then did he understand what had happened.
It turned out that the two countries' parliaments had betrayed them!
The Northern Tianzhu Republic held an emergency meeting and voted to dismiss the Chief of Staff and Minister of Defense.
The Southern Tianzhu Kingdom even changed its king.
Replace the Lord and his new king.
All of this happened last night.
As a result, the moment the sky brightened, the troops of the two warring sides received a notice — stop fighting, peace!
As a result, countless discussions and analyses appeared on WeChat Read.
Some people said that this was the victory of the spirit of peace and the awakening of the Indian people themselves.
Then, he was slapped in the face by someone who uploaded a bunch of videos of the Indian countries killing each other.
In terms of fighting, the Tianzhu Subcontinent was better than the Kunlun State!
Some people also said that this was reached under the mediation of the special envoy of the Federal Empire.
However, it was immediately refuted by others, because from the start of the battle to the ceasefire, it was too fast!
It was impossible for the Federal Empire to react!
Apart from these, there were also some strange noises.
For example, the Great Diviner of South India had spoken.
Ling Ping'an watched and almost laughed like a pig.
However, this was normal. There were all kinds of people on the Federal Empire's Internet.
Conspiracy theorists were as numerous as carps in the river.
Every time there was news, he would always see these guys riding on the hot topic.
Ling Ping'an was already used to it.
He put away his phone and pouted, "What era is it..."
"There are actually people who believe in these boring things!"
"Right?" He asked Bastet.
Meow!
The kitten meowed softly. It was extremely supportive of its master's judgment!
Ling Ping'an smiled and shook his head. He stood up, "Prepare to brew wine!"
He walked to the table, picked up the two bags of grapes, and walked upstairs.
Bastet immediately followed.
Creak, creak...
The repaired stairs were indeed much more stable. The sound it made was no longer as loud.
But listening to it, it was even more horrifying.
It was even more creepy than the background sound in horror movies.
Ling Ping'an listened and shook his head, "This old staircase... is just like that..."
After all, this staircase was older than him!
After so many years, it was already a miracle that it hadn't completely broken down.
Carrying the grapes, Ling Ping'an walked briskly to the kitchen. Then, from the kitchen cabinet, he took out two large wooden barrels that had been washed clean after last year's wine making.
These two wooden barrels were very old wooden barrels that were hooked up with iron rings. They were the same age as Ling Ping'an. They were made by his mother the year he was born.
Taking down the two wooden barrels, Ling Ping'an found a clean rag and wiped them clean.
Then, he poured the washed grapes into the two wooden barrels.
As a professional winemaker who had started learning how to brew wine since he was young, Ling Ping'an's alcohol tolerance was extremely poor and he would collapse after one cup.
However, he had his own special skills and experience in brewing wine.
When other people brewed wine, they usually had to remove the grape stalks and squeeze the juice.
Ling Ping'an was not!
Because he had his own experience.
He looked at the two large barrels of grapes in the wooden barrels, stood on his tiptoes, and took down two large jars of brown sugar from the top of the cabinet!
This was the brown sugar that he had hand-brewed last year.
Then, he poured all the brown sugar into the two wooden barrels.
Then, Ling Ping'an picked up a wooden mallet and began to hammer the grapes in the wooden barrel.
One hammer after another...
Until all the grapes were mashed into a paste!
Only then did he laugh.
Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Ling Ping'an firmly covered the two barrels that were already a little red with the lids of the wine barrels. Finally, he stuffed them back under the cabinet.
The rest would be left to the yeast.
In the wooden barrel, the grapes would be mixed with the brown sugar and then fermented.
And the brown sugar that Ling Ping'an had hand-brewed had a characteristic. They would make the fermentation of the grapes more thorough.
There was no need to add any other additives midway.
The wine that was brewed would become rosy in color and have a mellow fragrance.
After stuffing the wine barrel under the cabinet, Ling Ping'an turned around to look at the kitten behind him.
"Little Darling, big brother is amazing, right?"
Meow!
The kitten meowed crisply, agreeing with its master's words!
It was simply too amazing...
There was no existence in the world more powerful than its master.
Especially, Bastet recalled the movement when its master swung the mallet just now.
With one mallet, endless psionic power was hammered into the juice of the grapes.
Every mallet was equivalent to emptying the psionic power of the entire city.
Therefore, the ordinary grapes became a treasure that was comparable to the divine fruits on the Divine Tree!
More importantly, the brown sugar that its master sprinkled.
Every piece was stained with Miss Shasha's blessing.
Under Miss Shasha's blessing, not a single yeast dared to be lazy!
However, all of this was only the beginning!
Bastet knew that every day in the future, its master's most diligent and loyal slaves would do their best to take care of these two barrels of wine.
Those little things, which were at most the size of a pigeon's egg, were once a notorious race in the universe.
But now, for its master, they gave up their life of robbing in the universe and came here to do the old job of their ancestors countless years ago. They used their tentacles and psionic power to make every piece of food here undergo a full and complete change!
To make them completely meet its master's requirements!
This was their mission, a glorious mission!
Ling Ping'an clapped his hands, stood up, and said to Bastet, "Alright, let's go downstairs..."
"We have to start working!"
He hadn't written a single word today!
Meow!
The kitten meowed and immediately followed its master.
Behind it, from the gap of the cupboard, small things with black glowing tentacles appeared.
They flapped their wings as if they had crawled out from another dimension.
They saw the two wine barrels.
They knew that this was a brand new mission! Therefore, they all surrounded them and used their long tentacles to go deep into the wine barrel and began to check every drop of grape juice.
They had to ensure that their master's wine would have a million percent no accidents!
This was a cause that gambled on the fate and honor of the Summer Bug!
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