After dinner, Little Guai fell asleep in Gina's arms. There was still a satisfied smile on her chubby little face. Her two little dimples made people want to poke them.
"Then … I'll bring Little Guai back to sleep," Gina said with a blushing face as she hugged Little Guai.
"Alright." Meg nodded. He reached out and patted Little Guai's head. The little girl was still very obedient.
"Goodbye, Boss."
The ladies also said their goodbyes and left.
"Little Guai is so cute. Can I bring her to the square to play when she comes back from school tomorrow?" Amy asked Meg.
"Of course." Meg nodded with a smile. He stood at the entrance of the restaurant and looked at Luna and Byron, who were walking over side by side. He said with a smile, "Your Teacher Luna is here."
"Teacher Luna?" Amy's eyes lit up. She tiptoed and looked into the distance. She spotted Luna in the crowd with her sharp eyes, and she immediately ran out.
"Aren't you going to explain to me?" Irina said with a half-smile as she stood behind Meg with her arms crossed.
Mag looked at her, and pondered for a while before saying, "I went to the Sea God's ruins with Gina, and found an egg under the guidance of the Sea God's Pearl. The egg opened, and Xiao Guai jumped out from inside.
I guessed that she was the reincarnation of the Sea God, and Gina was chosen as her guardian. That was why she received the blessing, and her ability jumped from grade-9 to grade-10.
Now I believe that there really are gods in this world. The gods that all the races worship might exist. "
"I see." Irina was deep in thought. Everything made sense now.
"I'll tell you the specific process and details at night. I asked Luna's grandfather out for a drink this morning. He's here now," Meg said, interrupting Irina's thoughts.
"You're meeting the girl's parents again?" Irina frowned.
"What do you mean by meeting the parents? Byron and I are friends," Meg corrected her.
"Teacher Luna treats you as a friend, but you want to be her grandfather?"
"Since he's here, why don't you join us for another drink?" Meg smiled.
"Forget it. You old pedants are the most boring. I'm going to take a bath and cultivate for a while." Irina shook her head and went upstairs.
Amy was holding Luna's hand and saying something.
Byron smiled and walked forward. He looked at Meg and said, "Mr. Meg, I heard that your Mamy's business is doing very well. I'm here to drink with you. Will it affect your work?"
"It's okay. Today is the school's opening ceremony, so the restaurant is closed for the day. It won't affect anything." Meg shook his head with a smile as he led Byron and Luna into the restaurant and closed the door.
"Your restaurant's decoration is really good." Byron entered the restaurant, looked around, and clicked his tongue in wonder.
Although he wasn't a glutton, he had patronized almost all of the famous restaurants in Rodu.
Mamy's wasn't very big, but the decorations and arrangement were very exquisite. The elements of all kinds of logs made the environment look cozy and warm.
Meg smiled as he looked at Luna, and asked, "Luna hasn't eaten yet, right?"
"Mm-hmm." Luna nodded. She was a little embarrassed as she said, "I just finished work at the school. I was going to eat at the cafeteria, but Grandpa said he wanted to come and find you. We walked around the Aden Square on the way, so we haven't eaten yet."
"Then take a seat. I'll go and make some simple dishes. Let's drink to celebrate the opening of Hope School." Meg asked the two of them to take a seat while he went to the kitchen to make some eggplant with garlic sauce and spicy chicken. There was also some red braised pork in the pot, as well as some sliced beef and peanut for drunkards.
After a short while, Meg came out with a tray.
"This is so sumptuous." Byron looked at the dishes that Meg had laid out. He could already smell the aroma of the red braised pork. His Adam's apple bobbed.
"Just a few dishes to go with alcohol. What would you like to drink, Old Sir? Would you like some wine or some rum? I have some 50-year-old rum that Master Old Sim has kept in his cellar. Would you like to try it? "Meg said with a smile.
"50-year-old rum that Master Old Sim brewed personally?" Byron's eyes lit up. He looked at Meg in shock, and asked, "You really have it?"
Rum was good stuff. Byron wasn't an alcoholic, but he was used to drinking a little every day.
He didn't like sweet fruit wine, but he had a special liking for the rum that came from the Falk Tribe.
A bottle of Master Old Sim's rum was hard to come by. He had only drunk a few bottles in the past few decades. He still had a bottle that had been in his cellar for 10 years at home, but he couldn't bear to drink it. He was thinking of drinking it when Gina found her ideal husband.
However, Meg actually said that he had 50-year-old rum here, and it was brewed personally by Old Sim? That was the king of alcohol.
"I'll get it for you now." Meg walked to the wine cabinet, and took a bottle of rum from the top shelf.
It was a crude clay bottle with a yellowed seal on the mouth. There was a number 50 engraved on the clay. Byron nodded repeatedly. "Yes, it's Master Old Sim's handiwork. It's really a 50-year-old rum!"
Being in the cellar for 50 years and the 50-year-old history of this bottle were two different things. The quality of the wine wouldn't change after it was bottled from the oak barrel. If it wasn't stored well, the quality of the wine would deteriorate.
However, being in the cellar for 50 years meant that this wine had been stored in the oak barrel for 50 years. The aroma of the oak blended perfectly with the wine, brewing the most mellow wine.
Meg had moved this wine from Hannah's cellar, so it had to be Old Sim's handiwork. There weren't many of them left in the world. It was a treasure that would disappear with every bottle consumed.
Byron looked at the wine on the table with a rather agitated expression. He couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and moved closer to Meg. After carefully observing it for a while, he asked, "Mr Meg, where did you get this wine?"
As a rum lover, he had tried many ways to purchase Master Old Sim's personal brew.
Not to mention a 50-year-old wine, even a bottle of wine that had been in the cellar for three to five years was hard to find.
"I know Master Old Sim's granddaughter. She gave this to me." Meg smiled as he reached out to tear the seal on the bottle.
"Hey, hey, hey. You can't, you can't." Byron hurriedly pressed down on Meg's hand, and shook his head. "Let's drink something else. This wine is too good. It's a waste for me to drink it."
Meg didn't say it, but Byron knew very well that this bottle of wine could easily sell for hundreds of thousands of copper coins at an auction.
Luna sat quietly at the side. She didn't know what was so special about this wine, but she could tell that Meg had brought out a very good wine. It was the kind that even her grandfather couldn't bear to drink.
"Good wine should be paired with people who know how to drink. Old Mister, it's rare for you to come to Chaos City. How can we not treat you with good wine?" Meg smiled as he tore the seal and uncorked the bottle. A strong aroma of wine wafted out.
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