Zhuang Yaosheng's wedding was held very successfully and received unanimous praise from relatives and friends of both parties. Especially after seeing the thick gift of more than 100,000 yuan, Liu Mei's family was completely relieved of Zhuang Yaosheng. Can you know so many rich people?

But just night, when Wang Yong and the fat man made an appointment to go to the wedding chamber, Wang Yong received a call from Dawei and had to leave early regretfully.

Shanhai Airport is about 12 kilometers away from the city. The main runway is more than 2,600 meters long and 50 meters wide. It can meet the medium-sized and friendly take-off and landing such as Boeing-737, McDonnell 82, and Airbus 320. It is a standard international 4c airport.

This is one of the first batch of airports to be opened after the founding of the People's Republic of my country. It was originally a military airport established to protect the capital. The famous marshal escaped from here by plane.

After parking the car at the airport parking lot, Wang Yong took out his cell phone and saw that it was still early. He got off the car and planned to take advantage of the time to take a look at this airport that was the first time he had been here.

Dawei called and said that he and Uncle Zhang would fly directly to Shanhai Airport tonight. Wang Yong had to give up his plan to have a bridal chamber with the fat man, and drove here with some regret, waiting for the two of them to arrive.

After walking around and waiting for about half an hour, the airport finally heard the news of their flight arrival. After a while, I saw Uncle Zhang walking out at the exit, followed by Dawei who was pushing a luggage cart.

"I'm anxious!" Uncle Zhang said with a smile, not looking at all tired.

"No, it's my first time here. I'm very curious, so I walked around." Wang Yong said as he helped Mr. Zhang walk out, ignoring Dawei who was pushing his luggage alone behind him.

Seeing Wang Yong following the master out of the hall with his hands empty, leaving him to carry his luggage alone. Although he was supporting his master, you were here to pick him up! Dawei, who was so angry that he was pushing his luggage hard, was immediately angry.

He grabbed Wang Yong's back collar and began to teach Wang Yong's education classes endlessly. He kept telling how hard he worked and how hard he worked and made great contributions. Wang Yong had no surname and said he was here to pick him up, but when he came here, he didn't care about it!

"Okay, okay. Wang Yong is joking with you, right, Wang Yong?" Old Zhang smiled and comforted his little apprentice.

"Okay, look at your bear. Let's go. Your Wang Jing has called you before and asked you to get off the car and call her as soon as possible." Wang Yong's words immediately made Dawei stop his mouth, and happily threw the luggage cart to Wang Yong. He took out his cell phone and became irritated with Wang Jing.

When the three of them returned to the Mid-mountain village, it was already dark. The lights had already been on in the village, and when the car drove into the village, the dogs in the village barked constantly.

Many villagers walked out of their houses to see what was going on. When they saw Wang Yong's car, they all greeted each other. After the car window was put down, they found that it was Uncle Zhang and Dawei who were back. The villagers greeted each other very enthusiastically.

Putting Dawei down at Dawei's supermarket, Wang Yong drove straight to Erye's house. When he arrived at Erye's house, the lights were still on at Erye's house, and it was obvious that both old men were not asleep.

"Second Master, mistress, we're back," Wang Yong shouted outside the door after getting out of the car.

"Here you!" The voice of the mistress came from the yard, and then he saw the mistress and the second master come out of the house. He helped Wang Yong take the pile of things that Mr. Zhang brought back into the house in a bunch of money.

"Wang Yong, OK, go back quickly. A foreigner came to your godmother's place today. He said he was a winemaker, so hurry up and go back and take a look!" The second master was stunned by Wang Yong's words. His godmother didn't tell him.

With a puzzled head, Wang Yong returned home and saw a real blond and blue-eyed foreigner sitting in the living room, chatting with his godmother enthusiastically.

"Godmom, I'm back."

"I'm back, have you had a meal? Godmother will make some for you?" Godmother asked with concern.

"No need, I've eaten it." Wang Yong said while winking at a foreigner who looked at him.

My godmother was stunned, then smiled and poked Wang Yong's forehead and said, "You! Come, let me introduce you to you. This is Sean, the famous French winemaker in my winery. Sean, this is Wang Yong, my child."

"Ah! I know you, super private lottery (super vegetables)." This foreign guy stretched out his thumb and said in a mouthful of authentic French Mandarin.

"If you like it, you can eat it every day here. By the way, I, an elder who is a chef, is back today. Tomorrow, he will make a few dishes for you that use super vegetables as the main ingredients. Only after you eat it will you realize the true charm of super vegetables." Wang Yong said to Sean with confidence.

Of course, it depends on the translation of the godmother. At this time, Wang Yong also understood why his godfather was not here, chatting with such a guy who was half a bottle of Chinese and liked to show off his Chinese. It was really unbearable!

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Wang Yong couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly said goodbye and ran back to his room to sleep.

The next day, as soon as Wang Yong got up, Sean came over and asked Wang Yong to take him to find his elders to cook. This guy is still a foodie! Wang Yong couldn't help but roll his eyes. The foreigner was still sincere and couldn't even hear polite words!

The godmother looked at Wang Yong and laughed at him, but she didn't come to explain and help. She grabbed the godfather who wanted to talk to, and then lay down in the godfather's ear and said something. The godfather also looked at Wang Yong and Sean and laughed.

Wang Yong spoke and gestured, finally let Shaun understand that there was a dish made by a chef at breakfast. Let Shaun taste it first and feel it. Noon is the time to have a big meal. Then he made Shaun a bowl of white porridge and pushed the plate with pickles in front of him.

Wang Yong pointed at the pickles with his fingers, then pointed at his mouth and said: Eat, eat!

Sean looked at the strange dark red striped unidentified vegetable and asked in confusion: "Is this salty (pickle)?"

Ah! Wang Yong slapped his forehead. It seemed that this foreigner was really hard to fool! But Wang Yong's head turned and the idea came out. He pointed to the pickled vegetables and said to Sean: "This, you understand the work of super vegetable?"

Who knew that Sean's answer was quite weird. He said seriously and seriously, word by word::

"I, no, yes, ghost."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The godmother and godfather looked at Wang Yong's stunned tears and burst into tears.

Wang Yong looked at Sean with a daze, and couldn't help but think about it. This guy was not pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he was playing with me! But seeing Sean's serious appearance, Wang Yong hesitated again.

Fortunately, Sean ate a bite of pickles at this time. Then he immediately widened his eyes and didn't even bother to say anything. He drank two large bowls of porridge in a row, and half of the pickles were eaten up by him alone. Fortunately, the pickles made by Uncle Zhang were not too salty, otherwise, Sean might have turned into a sluggish tiger (it was a bat. Local adults often scared their children, and if they eat too much salt, they would turn into an ugly thing like bats).

Fortunately, after breakfast, Sean was taken by his godmother for inspection. Wang Yong, who was liberated, simply returned to the house to make up for a while. He didn't get up until after ten o'clock to wash his face and went to the second master's house with his godfather. At noon, everyone wanted to have a meal, which was nominally to celebrate Uncle Zhang's victory return. In fact, Wang Yong thought everyone was greedy, at least he was like this.

At around 11 o'clock, Godmother and Sean rushed back. They told Wang Yong in surprise that his hometown is located at the same latitude as the main wine grape production area in France. From this point of view, the climate, light, precipitation, etc. here are very suitable for the growth of wine grapes. What surprised him even more was that in the local winery, he actually tasted a wine that surprised him.

Wang Yong looked at his godmother helplessly. After he even guessed and mistook Sean for half an hour, he still didn't understand what was going on. Li Jianping had started serving food there, and his patience was finally exhausted.

"We went to a winery near our village with your uncle. There was a national wine brewing master, Mr. Zhang Xiang, who was the chief engineer. Sean was surprised after tasting the type of wine brewed by Zhang Gong. The two of them chatted very well and kept telling me on the way back, but they didn't expect to meet a real winemaker." The godmother explained to Wang Yong.

"Oh? The winemaker that Sean, the French respected, seems that this Zhang Gong has real skills!" Wang Yong was also shocked.

In this place of China, there are so many so-called "masters" and "professors" who are just famous. I didn't expect that there was a master with real talents and knowledge hidden by my side, which even made foreigners who were traveling with them admire it. How could it not surprise people?

"Who is this Zhang Gong?" Wang Yong asked curiously.

"Mr. Zhang used to be from the Haiwang Group in the county. He started as a technician, as a technical section chief, workshop director, branch director, chief engineer, and deputy general manager of the company. In the early 1980s, Mr. Zhang participated in the research and development of the first bottle of dry red for China for the deputy leader of the China Dry Red R&D team." It can be seen that Godmother was also very excited to meet such a powerful person in the country who brewed wine.

My godmother’s main job in recent years is to promote wine culture in China. Now that she has met such a local winemaking master, she is very excited.

In particular, Mr. Zhang told her that there are currently more than hundreds of large and small wineries in Hong Kong City. Especially Licheng County, as Ganhong City, dozens of large and small wineries are distributed all over the country. The wines produced are sold all over the country.

What made my godmother most happy was that Mr. Zhang told her that this year, Hong Kong City will hold an International Wine Festival to promote the wines here. It is said that this wine festival is quite large, and wine manufacturers from all over the country will bring their own wines of dried red, dried white and peach rosé to participate in the exhibition.

"Godmother, will you participate too?" Wang Yong asked deliberately. He knew that it was right that his godmother's excitement was definitely going to participate in this wine festival.

"Well, I'll call in the afternoon and discuss with my friends in France. See if I can contact some famous French winemakers and tasters."

"Have you contacted the city? Not to mention that the heads that shave your head is hot, it would be embarrassing if the city doesn't agree." Wang Yong reminded.

"I have contacted Yuanyuan's uncle, but they are reluctant to ask for it. How could they disagree?"
Chapter completed!