The aroma of the wine permeated the air. Amidst the rich aroma, there was also a hint of oak aroma.
Byron's hand froze, and he couldn't help but take another whiff of the aroma. He felt a little tipsy just by smelling the aroma.
Even Luna, who didn't usually drink, had her eyes lit up when she smelled the aroma. She didn't feel cravings, but rather, she felt that the aroma was very special and left a deep impression on her.
"Mr. Mag, you … Sigh, you're really making me feel ashamed." Byron heaved a resigned sigh at the sight of the opened wine bottle. However, he was looking at Mag with a sense of intimacy as if he were looking at a junior.
"If you are ashamed, then I am guilty." Mag took three wine glasses, and filled two to the brim. Gina's wine glass was already half-filled. She picked it up, and said, "I'll punish myself with a glass first." Then, she finished it in one gulp.
"Sit, sit, sit. Why are you talking about punishment when we are drinking? I don't know what to say when you treat me with such good wine." Byron looked at Meg with increasing satisfaction.
"It's all in the wine." Meg raised his glass and clinked it with Byron's.
"That makes sense." Byron also raised his glass. The amber rum swirled slightly in the crystal glass. There were no impurities in the clear and translucent liquor. It was like a gemstone, intoxicating.
He placed the glass to his mouth and took a sip. The delicate and sweet taste made one unconsciously intoxicated. The rich aroma had a hint of wood. Only wine stored in oak barrels could emit such a wonderful taste. The rich taste and the lingering aftertaste in his mouth after he swallowed made him close his eyes uncontrollably.
This was a 50-year-old rum!
The long aftertaste made him feel as if he was looking at the rings of history.
In the deep and serene wine cellar, the brewed rum lay in barrels made of hundred-year-old oak, quietly fermenting.
An old wine maker sat on the barrel and drank, as if he was also quietly waiting for the good wine to come out of the cellar.
Byron opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with tears as he nodded. "As expected of a 50-year-old rum. Good wine!"
This was indeed Old Sim's personal brew. There was no second person in the world who could brew such a wine.
He had never thought that he would be able to drink such fine wine when he was only here for a simple meal.
"Then you should drink more today." Meg smiled and picked up his chopsticks. "Come, eat more. Let's drink slowly."
"Alright." Byron picked up a peanut with his chopsticks and tossed it into his mouth. The crispy peanut had a spicy flavor, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became. It was a perfect match for wine.
Good wine and good food. Meg and Byron's chatterboxes gradually opened up.
Meg had quite a good impression of this old man. During their brief interaction in Rodu, he had come to realize that this old man, who held a lofty position but was still interested in basic education and academic research, was quite a special being.
Only such a person could educate a woman like Luna.
One had to know that many young ladies from wealthy families in Rodu couldn't even choose who to marry.
Byron looked at Meg and nodded repeatedly with a smile in his eyes.
"I heard from Luna that you gave a lot of help to the construction of Hope School. This toast is to you," Byron said to Meg as he raised his wine glass. He was already a little tipsy.
"It was all thanks to Teacher Luna that Hope School could be built. I only helped a little." Meg raised his wine glass and clinked it with Byron's with a smile.
"You don't have to be humble." Byron shook his head. "Luna had already brought up the problems of these children to me a few times in the past two years. I couldn't do anything about it, and could only ask her to help as much as she could.
But when you came, the foundation was successfully established. The money was in place, and the connections were in place. That was why Hope School could be built in such a short time.
I've been in the government for decades, so I understand these things. Luna has met a benefactor. "
Luna, who was eating at the side, paused in the middle of picking up a piece of red braised pork. She also turned to look at Meg.
"If you say that, then I'm sorry." Meg put down his wine glass with a smile, and said, "The construction of Hope School will benefit Chaos City for a long time. It was all because of City Lord Michael's strong support that all the procedures were approved so quickly. I don't dare to take all the credit for this."
Byron laughed as he patted Meg on the shoulder. "You're very good, kid."
After that, they talked about the implementation of the decimal system and the multiplication table. Under Byron's strong support, this matter had already been implemented in the Roth Empire.
After three rounds of drinks, the dishes on the table were almost finished. Byron was already drunk.
Rum was a strong liquor, and had a strong aftertaste.
This was a liquor that had been kept in the cellar for 50 years, so its strength was not to be underestimated.
"I … I think you're a very good kid …" Byron grabbed Meg's hand, and nodded with satisfaction. "I … I'm relieved to hand Luna over to you …"
After saying that, he slowly slumped onto the table.
"Wh-what do you mean by hand over to me?" Meg raised his eyebrows. His first reaction was to wonder if Irina, who was taking a bath upstairs, heard that ridiculous sentence.
"Grandpa …" Gina looked at the drunk Byron, and blushed. How … how could he say that to Meg? They had nothing to do with each other.
The restaurant quietened down instantly. Meg and Luna sat there, and didn't know what to say to break the awkwardness.
"Erm … Grandpa was drunk, and said some weird things. Please don't take it to heart," Gina said to Meg with a blushing face.
"Ah, it's alright. He must be worried about leaving you alone in Chaos City." Meg shook his head with a smile. He looked at the drunk Byron, and said, "I'll call for a horse-drawn carriage to send you back."
"Mm-hmm. Thank you." Luna nodded. She also wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
Meg went out to hail a horse-drawn carriage, and helped Byron into the carriage. He instructed the coachman to help Byron into the house when they arrived, and gave him a little extra for the fare.
"Luna, you two can go back first. These two bottles of wine are for the old mister. You can hold them for him." Meg passed a bag into the carriage.
"Alright. Thank you." Luna nodded.
The horse-drawn carriage set off, and Luna put down the curtain. She heaved a sigh of relief, and loosened her left hand. She realized that her palm was sweaty, and she couldn't help but chuckle.
She reached out to touch her burning face, but she couldn't help but think about what her grandfather said earlier. She didn't know if he was speaking nonsense when he was drunk, or if he was being serious.
If he really wanted to entrust her to Meg, then … should she reject or agree?
Then, she thought about those words that Vivian always nagged at her, and her face became even hotter.
Of course Mr. Meg was good. She couldn't find another man as gentle and talented as him. He could cook and write well.
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