Old Carl had been a storyteller in the Aden Square for over a decade, but he didn't make a living from this.
He worked in the city lord's castle for his whole life when he was young, and retired at 60. Storytelling was just a hobby that he enjoyed in his spare time.
However, even though it was a hobby, he had made it a specialty that others couldn't learn. With his interesting and rich stories, he kept up with the hot news, and became the most beloved storyteller in the Aden Square, and even in the whole of Chaos City.
Of course, after working in the city lord's castle for so many years, he could still hear things that ordinary people couldn't even hear after he retired. So, when he said that, it became a story.
Therefore, Old Carl was recognized as a knowledgeable person.
Hearing him praising rum in such a manner, many wine lovers also revealed expressions of interest.
"Old Mr. Carl is right. When I went to the Falk Tribe to do business last year, it was simply too difficult to buy Master Old Sim's rum. All of it was taken by the royal family and nobles, so there was very little circulating in the market," a goblin said in a low voice. He then lowered his voice, and continued, "It's even harder now. There's a coup in the Falk Tribe, and the merchants don't dare to go there anymore. The price of ordinary rum in the market has skyrocketed, and it's frighteningly high. Fake rum is everywhere."
"It's not easy to drink real rum now. Even if it's not brewed by Master Old Sim, as long as Mr. Mak could bring back rum that originated from the Falk Tribe, it would be much better than those rum that we don't know where it came from in the market," Old Carl lamented.
Apart from storytelling, drinking was his second favorite hobby.
When he was drinking with his old friend last night, he heard that something big had happened in the Falk Tribe these few days. The princess who was wandering outside had returned to the tribe, killed the kingslayer Gary, exposed her elder brother's evil deeds, ascended to the throne, and became the first female chief of the Falk Tribe.
He hadn't come across such a good story in a long time. It was only slightly better than Irina leading the Night Elves out of The Wind Forest and migrating thousands of miles to Chaos City.
He had the story, but how to tell it brilliantly was the most challenging thing for a storyteller.
Such a complicated and exciting story perfectly continued the story of the kingslayer and the brotherslayer that he told last month. This god-like twist and development was really unexpected.
He was prepared to spend half a month or even a month to polish the story and script.
Of course, if he had some good alcohol at this time, he might be able to get some inspiration. That was why he had specially come to Mamy's to drink today. Since they had launched rum, of course he had to give it a try.
It wasn't just the drinkers. Mamy's was closed for four days, which made many of the regular customers who treated Mamy's as their own cafeteria cry.
"Phew, Uncle, look at you. If you came a little later, we wouldn't be able to eat hotpot tonight." Vanessa pulled Abraham to the back of the line and stood on her tiptoes to count the number of people. She heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that they could eat.
"These … these guys are really early …" Abraham panted heavily. The carriage had stopped five hundred meters away, and he had to jog for such a long distance. It was really killing him.
"Life is so short. Missing a meal means one less meal. Of course, we have to be early," Vanessa said matter-of-factly. She looked in the direction of the restaurant, and enviously said, "I'm still envious of the ladies in the restaurant. They don't have to line up every day, and they don't miss out on any of the three meals a day. They are so blessed."
"They are so busy with work. They have so many customers to entertain, but all you see is food," Abraham said with a smile.
"That's true …" Vanessa stuck out her little tongue embarrassedly. If it were her, she definitely wouldn't be able to do it. She was too clumsy.
"Bro, we just ate Mr. Mak's delicacies at the Falk Tribe two days ago, and we can eat them again in Chaos City. What a seamless connection," Harris said in his tribal language with a chuckle as he stood beside Haga.
Haga only chuckled, and didn't say anything. He looked in the direction of the restaurant with anticipation.
Chapman stood behind Harris, and softly asked, "Master, Grand Master is back. Do you still want to learn how to cook from him?"
"Of course. I haven't even mastered the 'husband and wife lung slice' yet. Wouldn't I be ruining my master's reputation if I went out?" Harris said matter-of-factly.
"But … I've already learned it," Chapman said hesitantly.
"…" Harris.
"Master, that's not what I meant … I'm just saying that I can teach you a little if you need …" Chapman quickly waved his hands.
"Great, you rascal. You even want to be my master now," Harris said with a huff.
"N-no …" Chapman was so anxious that sweat was breaking out on his forehead.
"Alright, I'm just teasing you," Harris said with a smile. "Let's not talk about other things. I've learned a lot from tasting different delicacies here every day. To me, it's already better than traveling thousands of miles. I've been walking for so long, and it's time for me to take a break. I can't find a restaurant like this anywhere else that can continuously surprise me."
Chapman looked at Harris' side profile, and nodded thoughtfully.
It was only halfway through winter in Chaos City. Apart from some species that weren't afraid of the cold, most of the customers were wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets.
In this kind of weather, it was naturally the best to meet up for hot pot.
The customers who were eating the hot pot were lining up separately, and their popularity was not inferior to the customers who were having a normal dinner.
"Although the hot pot is delicious, it's a little expensive. After this meal, I can only say goodbye to the hot pot with tears in my eyes," a young man lamented.
"Yes. If it could be cheaper, I would have brought my whole family here too. Now, I even have to control myself when choosing the dishes," a middle-aged man lamented.
"There are a few cheap hot pot restaurants up ahead. Their prices are not even a third of Mamy's, but the taste … Erm, I regret meeting Mamy for the rest of my life," a young white-collar lady said with a smile.
"Sigh. I've been to those hot pot restaurants for the past two days. I only learned some superficial skills from those hot pot restaurants. They can't even cook the bone broth well. If boiled vegetables can be called hot pot, then my mom would have been a chef 20 years ago," Harrison said with pursed lips with disdain written all over his face.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard that. If they weren't particular about the taste, they wouldn't have come an hour earlier to wait in the cold wind.
"Welcome, Mamy's."
Just then, the restaurant's door opened, and Meg walked out first. He stood at the door with a smile, and said, "The restaurant is open now. Please come in."
The customers greeted Meg with a smile, and filed in.
"Mr. Mak, did you bring this rum back from the Falk Tribe?" a customer asked curiously when he entered.
"Of course. Old Sim's rum. You deserve it," Meg said with a smile.
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