Chapter 50: Century-Old Nü'er Hong

He Yuzhu put away the wine jars and went to the kitchen to prepare the midday meal.

He did not understand why the Big Leader would want to host the Soviets at such a critical juncture.

After all, the Soviet Union had been making constant small provocations over the past few years, and this March, we even refused to attend the 23rd Congress of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union; relations had completely broken down.

Of course, this was none of He Yuzhu's business, and his status level couldn't reach such matters, but the moment he thought about how in '69 the Soviet Union would bring a million-strong army with nuclear weapons to march south, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in secret—damn it, I'll drink you all to death today.

Soon, Secretary Chen came to the kitchen and told He Yuzhu that he could begin, and He Yuzhu immediately busied himself.

A table of exquisite dishes was quickly prepared by He Yuzhu's hands; especially when plating each dish, He Yuzhu also used his superb carving skills to carve quite a few lifelike props for each one.

Sure enough, as soon as the various dishes were served, the Soviets immediately exclaimed and clapped their hands.

He Yuzhu smiled and curled his lip; is this all there is? How could you crude big white bears, who only know how to dig potatoes on the Siberian plains, understand the cultural heritage of my great China that has lasted for many years?

It must be said that He Yuzhu was a bit of a hot-blooded youth and also had some nationalist thoughts; in any case, whatever was his own was the best, and as for other people's... find a way to make it his own!

"Come, let me introduce you; this is our kitchen god here, and at the same time, he is also a famous wine tasting expert. In a moment, you must drink a few more cups." The Big Leader beckoned He Yuzhu over and then introduced him to the Soviets who were clapping at the dining table.

He Yuzhu was not timid; he cupped his hands in a generous manner, sat down, and met their gazes one by one.

Her blue eyes were as deep as a starry sea, her nose bridge was high and straight, and her thin lips were painted in a blood-red "man-slaying" shade, gently pursed with a smile on her face.

The young woman said something that He Yuzhu could not understand, and the interpreter on the side explained: "Miss Su Mei says she must toast you a few more times to thank you for your exquisite Cooking."

He Yuzhu immediately nodded with a knowing smile.

Su Mei's eyes lit up; she turned her head and said something to the Soviets next to her, and then everyone generously picked up their red wine.

He Yuzhu, however, stood up with a carefree smile, shook his head, and said loudly: "It is a joy to have friends come from afar. I hear that our Soviet friends drink white spirits like water, so how can red wine be satisfying enough? I have prepared quite a bit of century-old Nü'er Hong today and would like to share it with you all."

The Big Leader on the side smiled and said nothing, just watching He Yuzhu's performance quietly.

The Soviets turned their gazes toward the interpreter, who was scratching his head incessantly.

The interpreter was thinking hard in his mind about how to translate "It is a joy to have friends come from afar," and before long, sweat appeared on his forehead...

With great difficulty, the interpreter stumbled through the translation of He Yuzhu's words, and the Soviets smiled and put down their wine glasses.

Having received permission, He Yuzhu went to the next room and brought over the wine jars, one for each person; of course, his own jar was filled with cold boiled water mixed with strong sorghum liquor.

The red cloth was opened, and a rich smell of alcohol permeated the air; the Big Leader immediately frowned.

The Soviets, on the other hand, all had their eyes brighten as they sniffed the air.

Watching one of the Soviets about to pour the wine into his own wine glass, He Yuzhu laughed and said: "With such a small cup, how can one be satisfied?"

The Big Leader glared at him and said: "I asked you to accompany them for drinks, what kind of things are you pulling here? Don't go and drink them to death on me!"

"Big Leader, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." He Yuzhu nodded.

The interpreter translated He Yuzhu's words, and Su Mei clapped her hands in delight; Secretary Chen hurriedly brought over large bowls and set them out for everyone.

Everyone filled their bowls with wine; He Yuzhu looked at the excited Soviets and then at the large bowl in front of him, scratching his head—this is bad, you can't even feed a cow like this, and drinking this much water himself is more than he can handle.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired; he could only bite the bullet, pick up the large bowl, and bottoms up!

After two sips, He Yuzhu put down the bowl in his hand, only to see the Soviets drinking it down greedily, belching, and their faces immediately turning rosy.

"Good, good wine, thank you to this comrade. We have been here for so long, and this is the first time we have drunk such strong liquor. Thank you." One of the oldest Soviets patted the table and said, while continuously giving He Yuzhu a thumbs-up.

He Yuzhu awkwardly urged everyone to eat the dishes, and incidentally called Secretary Chen to prepare fruit juice, orange juice, and the like for everyone in advance.

Soon, the wine He Yuzhu brought was finished by the Soviets, who were all dizzy and swaying; only Su Mei, whose state was slightly better, looked at He Yuzhu and giggled, counting numbers continuously.

The Big Leader wiped his sweat and asked in a low voice: "Zhuzi, what did you give them to drink? Don't ruin the reputation of our Nü'er Hong; be careful they don't come to beat you up."

He Yuzhu scratched his head and said worriedly: "It's just high-concentration alcohol mixed with various wines; I didn't expect them to be so honest when drinking."

"...! I'll settle the score with you later." The Big Leader gave him another glare that made He Yuzhu feel a chill all over, and he hurriedly started pouring honey fruit juice for everyone.

"Comrade He Yuzhu, hehe, you are not honest." Su Mei laughed foolishly and said in broken Chinese.

Everyone was startled and looked at He Yuzhu's hands.

He Yuzhu also hurriedly raised his hands to signal that he hadn't done anything, and turned his head to ask awkwardly: "Miss Su Mei, you can't just say things like that; I am still a clean and innocent young man."

"You dodged the wine, you didn't drink much of your wine..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking He Yuzhu's hands had been dishonest.

He Yuzhu coughed twice in embarrassment; it wasn't that he wasn't honest, it was just that drinking water was even more uncomfortable than drinking alcohol...

Every time he moved now, his stomach sloshed; it was all water.

"Alright, let's end it here for today. Secretary Chen, arrange for someone to take them to the Hospital for a check-up, and if they are fine, send them to the hotel." The Big Leader looked at the singing and dancing Su Mei and hurriedly pressed his twitching brow to give the order.

From then on, word spread among the Soviets that China had a particularly strong white spirit called century-old Nü'er Hong.

It's just that no matter how they asked, they couldn't buy any...

Even if they found someone selling Nü'er Hong, it wasn't that taste, and when they asked the shopkeepers where to find century-old Nü'er Hong, the shopkeepers all shook their heads.

Because no one's Nü'er Hong would be kept for over a century...

Of course, that is a story for another time.

He Yuzhu, wearing a hairstyle that had been criticized, walked home with his head lowered and eyes downcast.

In the end, He Yuzhu also threw up; he couldn't handle walking so far after drinking so much water...

The next day, the Soviets didn't get up.

The third day...

It wasn't until later that the Soviets wobbled their way to the Big Leader's house.

He Yuzhu didn't know what they did, but the Big Leader miraculously returned to his original position from being sidelined.

Upon learning this result, He Yuzhu smiled with satisfaction.

It was just that when the Soviets were about to leave, they hosted He Yuzhu one more time, but this time they drank Vodka.

Having received the order, He Yuzhu accompanied Su Mei in downing seven whole bottles, followed by another crazy night.

Half an hour after half an hour, how many half hours there are.