A glass of rum was placed on the table, and it ignited the passion of the customers who ordered rum instantly.
Good alcohol couldn't fool anyone. Of course, those who didn't know the good stuff were an exception.
Even if this first batch of customers who ordered rum weren't rum aficionados, they had at least drunk it a few times. They could tell that it was the real deal just by looking at the quality and smelling the aroma.
Old Carl picked up the glass carefully, and looked at it carefully in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window. The amber-colored rum was clear and translucent without any impurities.
Although this glass wasn't as grand as a beer glass, it was enough for an ordinary person to drink a glass of rum of such high quality.
Old Carl placed the glass beside his mouth and took a sip. The delicate and sweet taste was intoxicating. The aroma was heavy and there was a hint of wood in it. Only the aged wine that was stored in an oak barrel would have such a wonderful taste.
He had been thinking about that small bottle of rum for 18 years. That was only a bottle of three-year-old rum, and it was also made by Master Old Sim.
He originally thought that it would be very difficult for him to drink rum made by Master Old Sim again in his life. He didn't expect that he would be able to drink such authentic rum that had been kept in the cellar for a mere 1,000 copper coins at Mamy Restaurant.
After a long while, Old Carl opened his eyes slowly, and lamented, "I didn't expect that I would really be able to drink rum made by Master Old Sim again. This Mr. Mak is something."
"It's not just something. Mr. Mak is really something!" Karu's glass was also half-empty. His cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't hide his agitation.
Anyone in the drinking circle who had a bottle of unopened rum made by Master Old Sim that had been in the cellar for more than 15 years would be very impressive. After all, this was a high-quality rum that was specially provided for the Falk Tribe's nobles and chiefs.
However, no one would expect that he would be able to drink rum of such quality in a restaurant in Chaos City.
Furthermore!
He only spent 1,000 copper coins!
If this were to spread out, the rum lovers in Chaos City would probably be in an uproar.
He didn't know what methods Boss Mag used to be able to get such high-quality rum and sell it at such a low price. He couldn't be any more conscientious. It even made him a little worried if he would make a loss.
A thousand copper coins for a cup of wine was not cheap, but the people who ordered the wine said it was worth it.
"The response seems to be pretty good." Meg heard the praises and excited voices in the kitchen and wasn't too surprised.
Hannah's wine was indeed good. This batch of wine should have been brewed by her grandfather. There was no need to doubt or worry about the quality.
The customers who ordered the rum gave extremely high comments and feedback, which made some customers who didn't know much about rum, but who also liked rum, unable to resist the temptation and also tried to order rum.
Karu took small sips. Before the grilled fish was served, he had already drunk half of the rum in his hand. Seeing Yabemiya pass by, he hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Miss, can you help me fill this wine pot with rum? You just have to charge as much as you want. "
Old Carl's eyes lit up when he heard that. He began to search in his pocket to see if there was anything he could use to hold the rum.
It would be even better to bring such good wine back and take a sip from time to time.
Many customers were tempted when they heard that. Some of the customers who had wine pots with them already smiled. They would bring some back and call a few of their old drinking buddies to let them see the world.
"I'm sorry, customer. The wine in the restaurant is not allowed to be taken out, and we don't provide takeaway service," Yabemiya rejected with a smile.
"Then can I just have one cup? I can even pay more. How about 1,500 copper coins for a cup? " Karu said with a sincere face. He had a bad habit. No matter where he went, he liked to take a sip or two of wine when he was free. He didn't drink much, but he couldn't drink less. Today, he came across such a good wine. If he could fill the wine pot and take a small sip from time to time, wouldn't it be a great pleasure?
"I'm sorry. This is the restaurant's rule." Yabemiya rejected without hesitation.
"Alright, I'm being greedy." Karu sighed. He could understand the reason behind this. Such a good wine was being sold at such a low price. According to the market price, it was selling the wine at a loss. If someone wanted to pack it up and take it away, they would be able to resell it at several times the profit.
"Miss Mia, I have a friend who has been bedridden for three years. He's going to die soon, so he wants to drink a cup of Master Old Sim's rum before he dies. Look …" an orc at the side said affectionately.
"He's my customer. You can take a look at the rules behind the menu," Mia replied with a smile.
"Hehe. I'm just kidding." That orc chuckled instantly. He scratched his head embarrassedly, and said, "My father always says that our tribe is just beside the Falk Tribe. We've moved to Chaos City for decades, and the thing that we can't forget is Master Old Sim's rum. I don't know much about wine, and have been cheated by the wine peddlers many times over the years. It's fine if I lose money, but being laughed at by my old man is the worst.
He can't walk very well now, so I want to bring a cup back for him to try. So many people here said that it's real, so I think it must be true this time. However, we know Mamy's rules, too. I'd better wait for my old man to get better before I bring him here to drink it. "
Yabemiya looked at that orc. His lips moved slightly, but he still nodded slightly, and said, "Alright." He then walked to the next customer.
"I didn't expect … so many people in the faraway Chaos City know that my grandpa likes the rum he brews." Hannah said softly as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen and looked at the excited and excited people, as well as the people who were lost in their thoughts and memories. A teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye and landed on the ground. However, she quickly wiped the tear stain away.
"Boss, I've decided. Apart from building the brewing machine, I still want to brew properly. I don't want Old Sim and the other two to fail in my hands." Hannah turned back to look at Meg, and said with certainty. Then, she revealed a radiant smile.
"That's pretty good. We can't throw away our traditional skills." Meg nodded.
"So the taste of rum is so wonderful. This aroma and texture completely crushes those breweries in Chaos City. Master Old Sim really lives up to his name." Harrison's glass was already half-full. His round body swayed a little as he squinted, and said, "But … isn't this rum a little too strong? Why do I feel that the glass in my hand has become two? "
"Brother, we've just started. Y-you can't collapse so quickly …" Gjerj said seriously as he held onto the pillar beside him.
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