In everyone's colorful childhood, there are countless laughter, among which there must have been many childish and funny stories.
I remember that it was a summer day when my grandfather was drinking at a small round table under the grape trellis. He was pouring wine into the goblet one after another. Because of pouring too much, the wine overflowed from the cup. At this time, my grandfather bent down, put his mouth close to the table, and sucked the wine on the table into his mouth. While sucking, he hit his mouth and said happily, "what a delicious wine!" At that time, I saw every move when I was drinking, and I couldn't help swallowing my saliva: This wine must be better than milk and hamburger.
At this time, a dish of vegetables on the table, I do not know when has been eaten by my grandfather, he went into the kitchen, took the food and wine to eat. I took the opportunity to rush to the small table in the hospital with a brisk step, took the glass and drank it. Then he smashed his mouth again. He felt that his mouth was spicy and bitter. He couldn't taste the delicious food that his grandfather said. At this time, my grandfather came out with a plate of tomatoes mixed with sugar. He put a piece of tomato into his mouth and picked up his wine glass. Just as he wanted to drink, he suddenly found that the wine glass was empty. He poured the wine and complained: "I'm really confused. I haven't poured the wine yet. Why do I want to drink it?" I heard it nearby. I almost laughed. Grandfather can't wait to pick up the wine cup, left cup after cup to drink up, the original half bottle of wine for a while and was grandfather drank all. Looking at my grandfather's enjoyment, I also want to have a drink.
The opportunity finally came. One night, while there was no one at home, I took out my grandfather's bottle of baby wine from the refrigerator. Unconsciously, I had several cups of wine. This time, it's not like last time. I feel like I'm on fire in my stomach. It's all the way to my throat. I feel like I'm wandering in the clouds. I don't know how long it took for my family to come back from the outside, only to find that I was already drunk and unconscious. My parents were all in a hurry. But my grandfather had a way. He gave me vinegar and yogurt. He was really an expert in relieving alcohol.
Since this experience, I will never drink the bitter and astringent wine again.