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Chapter 2204

Words:1916Update:23/01/23 02:18:44

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On the first day of Mamy's reopening, Meg announced that rum would be on sale again at 1,000 copper coins a bottle.

However, to prevent customers from misunderstanding, Meg still reiterated that this batch of rum was not brewed by Old Sim himself. It came from Old Sim's granddaughter, Hannah, and was brewed in a brand new distillery in Chaos City using the rum that Old Sim had stored for decades as the base.

It was also because of this that the price of this batch of rum became much more affordable.

As Old Sim's only successor, Hannah had already made a name for herself in the rum brewing industry.

However, no one expected her to come to Chaos City and build a new distillery in Chaos City.

"Seems like we came at the right time today. We can drink high-quality rum again," the storyteller, Old Carl, said with a chuckle.

Previously, he had asked Meg many times about when rum would be on sale again. He didn't expect rum to be back after Mamy's closed for a month.

Although it wasn't brewed by Old Sim himself, Master Hannah's brewing skills were still trustworthy.

In this world, Hannah was the only master of rum brewing after Master Old Sim passed away.

Although she was still young, it was said that the Falk Tribe's high-quality rum all these years was brewed by Hannah. There was no doubt about her ability.

She used Old Sim's original rum as the base to brew a new batch of rum, so it was naturally something to look forward to.

Furthermore, the price of 1,000 copper coins a bottle was much cheaper than the previous price of 1,000 copper coins a cup. Even if they couldn't finish it, they could still bring it back to drink slowly. It was more affordable.

Many rum lovers ordered a bottle as soon as they sat down. A rum that could be released at Mamy's would definitely be more than just stepping on a landmine.

Meg glanced at the rum on the wine cabinet with a smile.

He had tried this rum during the gathering last night. The quality was excellent. Although it was slightly inferior to the aged rum that had been stored for many years, it didn't affect its excellence at all.

More importantly, Hannah's distillery could already produce rum in batches with stable quality now. The daily output could reach 1,000 bottles, and the production was still increasing.

This was bottled rum, and it was 500ml for a bottle. It wasn't just sold in the restaurant.

With its quality that was better than 99% of the rum in the market, there was still room for price increase at 1,000 copper coins.

In Feng Yu's previous life, the market leader was Maotai, with a market value of trillions.

Let's not bite off more than we can chew. Let's set a small target and earn 100 million first.

In this world where no distillery had a reputation beyond the local area, Meg intended to make rum into an excellent brand.

Selling alcohol was a good business, with little capital and huge profits.

This market would start from Mamy's. Then, they would set up rum franchises. After the production had increased, they would begin to expand their distribution channels and gradually sell to the whole world.

Old Carl quickly got the rum he ordered. It was a black clay bottle with a wooden stopper.

Pulling out the cork, the rich aroma of rum wafted out. It was the unique aroma of rum that was hard to resist.

He took the wine glass and poured it carefully.

The amber colored wine gently swayed in the cup. It was clear and translucent, and it was suffused with light. There wasn't the slightest bit of impurities, and it sparkled like starlight.

Old Carl raised the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip. The delicate and sweet taste was almost no different from the rum he drank previously. The rich aroma lingered in his mouth and rose. The light feeling made him raise his eyebrows slightly, and the wisps of wood fragrance made him feel even more emotional.

If there was a difference, it would probably be in the aftertaste.

The rum that Old Sim had stored for more than ten years had a long aftertaste, making one intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

This rum had a slightly sweet aftertaste and also had a unique flavor. However, it had not been stored for a long time, so it was still lacking in flavor.

Of course, this was because Old Carl had once tasted Old Sim's aged rum before and made this evaluation.

However, even with such a gem in front of him, the quality of this bottle of rum still far exceeded his expectations. That little difference was completely negligible.

To be able to drink such high-quality rum for 1,000 copper coins, and such a big bottle at that, it was simply too kind!

Old Carl could drink such a bottle of rum for at least three days. Even if he invited two or three drinking buddies, it would be enough to drink.

"Mr. Mak is really a kind boss." Old Carl could not help but sigh.

"These noodles … are too delicious!" Milo held the bowl and drank all the noodle soup in it. He licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

He was trying out Mr. Mak's new product with the mentality of tasting it. A new product that had just been released today would definitely not have been written about yet.

As an excellent food critic, he had a keen sense of awareness.

When Mr. Mak's gourmet magazine was popular, it was not shameful to take advantage of his popularity. It was also a wise choice.

Wouldn't it be better to get more royalties?

The boss had already said that as long as his article this month was related to Mamy's, his royalties would be tripled.

Yes …

It was just that overbearing.

Milo only wanted to say to this kind of boss who restricted the freedom of the author's creation: Please, the more the better!

Compared to the minced meat in the noodles of other shops, the Braised Beef Noodles in the knife-shaved noodles almost filled the entire bowl. The small cubes of Braised Beef Noodles were plump and lean with some tendons. They were soft and delicious, giving the customers a more wonderful chewing experience.

The noodles were even more special. The noodles were like willow leaves, slightly thicker in the middle and thinner on both sides. They were soft and smooth without losing their chewiness. They were soaked in the bone broth, and every bite was full of wheat fragrance, making people unable to stop eating.

The broth was bone broth. Without a long time of simmering, it was impossible to simmer this snow-white, milky bone broth. When the mouth was full of meat fragrance, after eating the noodles, you could not bear to leave any soup behind.

After eating this bowl of noodles, Milo could only think of one word: How fragrant!

Of course, in Milo's heart, he had already written a 5,000-word draft to give a professional review of all aspects of this knife-shaved noodles.

Milo felt that he could write about the process of cutting the dough into dough leaves. It was a pity that he could not see such an exciting scene with his own eyes.

Garland, who was sitting opposite him, skillfully picked up a piece of dough, picked up a piece of roast duck with skin and meat, and walked it in the sweet sauce. Then, he added scallions and cucumbers, and casually wrapped it up before stuffing it into his mouth.

The duck meat that had just been sliced was still piping hot. The skin was crispy, and the lean duck meat with a hint of fat was exceptionally plump and mellow. Wrapped in the lotus leaf cake, the crispy duck skin and tender duck meat melted in the mouth at the same time. A rich fragrance instantly spread in the mouth. The more he chewed, the more obvious the fragrance became.

The taste buds on the tip of his tongue were completely activated, and he sucked in that wonderful taste greedily.

The haze that had accumulated in Chaos City for the past month seemed to have completely dispersed at this moment. All that was left was a delicacy that made him want to cry …

Garland swallowed the roast duck in his mouth. As he wrapped a piece of duck meat, he asked, "Are you feeling it?"

"I need to add some more inspiration." Milo picked up a piece of dough, and his chopsticks were already reaching for the roast duck.

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