Chapter 1588 Old Sim's Rum, You Deserve It

Old Karl has been a storyteller in Aden Square for more than ten years, but he does not rely on this to make a living.

When he was young, he worked in the city lord's mansion, and he worked for the rest of his life. He retired at the age of sixty, and storytelling was a hobby in his spare time.

However, although it is a hobby, he has also made a unique skill that others cannot learn. With interesting and rich stories and keeping up with hot current events, he has become the most beloved storyteller in Aden Square and even in the entire chaotic city.

Of course, after working in the city lord's mansion for so many years, even after retiring, he would naturally be able to hear some things that ordinary people could not hear. After he said this, it became a story.

Therefore, Old Carl is recognized as a knowledgeable person.

Hearing his praise of rum in this way, many wine lovers also showed interest.

"Mr. Carl is right. I went to the Falk Tribe to do business last year. It was too difficult to buy the rum brewed by the old master Sim. All of them were distributed by the royal family and nobles, and there was very little in circulation in the market. A goblin businessman echoed, lowered his voice a little, and continued: "It's even more difficult now. A coup has taken place in the Falk tribe, and the merchants are afraid to go. The price of ordinary rum on the market has risen, which is frighteningly high." , Fake alcohol is rampant."

"It's not easy to drink real rum now, not to mention that it was brewed by the old master Sim, as long as Boss Mai can bring back the rum that originated in the Falk tribe, it will be far better than those unknown rums on the market today. Where does the rum come from?" Old Karl also said with emotion.

Besides storytelling, drinking is his second favorite hobby.

Last night, I had a drink with my old friend. He just heard that a big event happened in the Falk tribe these days. She seized the pinnacle throne and became the first female chief of the Fak tribe.

He hasn't encountered such a good story for a long time, only a little bit worse than Irina leading the night elves out of the forest of wind and migrating thousands of miles to the city of chaos.

There is a story, but how to tell it wonderfully is the thing that tests the storyteller the most.

Such a tortuous and wonderful thing perfectly carried on the story of the kingslayer and the brotherslayer he told last month. This godlike turning point and development is really unexpected.

He is ready to spend half a month, or even a month, polishing the story and script.

Of course, having some good wine at such a time might be able to stimulate your own inspiration, so today I specially came to Mamy Restaurant for a drink. Since it has launched rum, of course I have to give it a try.

It's not just for drinking, Mamy's restaurant was closed for four days, which made many regular customers who regarded Mamy's restaurant as their own canteen cry.

"Huh, Uncle, look, you're just going out for a while. If you come later, we won't be able to eat hot pot tonight." Vanessa took Abraham to the back of the line and tiptoed to count The number of people, after confirming that they can eat, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This...these guys came really early..." Abraham panted heavily, the carriage stopped 500 meters away, and the trot for such a distance really killed him.

"Life is so short, if you miss a meal, you will miss it, of course you have to hurry up." Vanessa said with a face of course, looking in the direction of the restaurant, a little envious: "I still envy the ladies and sisters in the restaurant, who don't have to queue up every day , and three meals a day will not be missed, it is so happy."

"People are busy with work,

There are so many guests to entertain in a day, but you only see eating and eating. "Abraham said with a smile.

"That's right..." Vanessa stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. If it was her, she would definitely not be able to complete it. Her hands and feet are too clumsy.

"Brother, we just ate the delicacy made by Boss Mai in the Fak tribe two days ago, and we can eat it again in the city of chaos. It's really a seamless connection." Standing beside Haga, Ha Beng laughed in tribal language Hehe said.

Haga just laughed a few times honestly, didn't say much, and looked in the direction of the restaurant with some expectation.

"Master, Grand Master is back, do you want to continue to learn how to cook with him?" Chebman stood behind Harry and asked in a low voice.

"Learn, I haven't mastered a husband and wife's lung slice yet. Isn't this going out to smash my master's brand?" Harry said with a look of course.

"But... I have learned." Chebman said hesitantly.

Harry: "..."

"Master, that's not what I meant...I just said, if necessary, I can teach you something..." Chebman quickly waved his hands.

"Okay, you kid, you want to be my master now." Harris said unhappily.

"No...it's not..." Chebman sweated anxiously on his forehead.

"Okay, I'm just kidding you." Harris said with a smile: "Not to mention anything else, tasting different delicacies here every day has benefited a lot. For me, it is better than traveling thousands of miles. It’s been so long, it’s time to stop, I can’t find such a restaurant in other places, which can continuously bring me surprises.”

Chebman looked at Harry's profile and nodded thoughtfully.

The winter in the city of chaos has just passed halfway. Except for some races who are not born to be afraid of the cold, most of the guests are wrapped in thick cotton jackets.

In this kind of weather, it is naturally the most beautiful thing to meet for a hot pot.

Customers who eat hot pot line up in a separate line, and their popularity is no less than that of customers who eat ordinary dinners.

"Although the hot pot is delicious, the price is really expensive. After eating this meal, I can only bid farewell to the hot pot with tears in my eyes this month." A young man said with emotion.

"Yeah, if it's cheaper, I'll bring the whole family to eat. Now I have to refrain from choosing dishes even if I cook a small grid." A middle-aged man also said with emotion.

"A few cheap hot pot restaurants have opened up front, and the price is less than one-third of the price of Mami's restaurant. It's just the taste... emmm, once you meet Mami, you will regret it for the rest of your life." A young white-collar girl said with a smile .

"Hey, I've tried it these two days. Those hot pot restaurants have learned a little superficial skills. Even the bone broth in clear soup hot pot can't be cooked well. If vegetables cooked in clear water can also be called hot pot, my mother did it 20 years ago. Chef." Harrison pouted, his face full of disgust.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the words. If they didn't pay attention to the taste, they wouldn't have come an hour in advance to wait in the cold wind.

"Welcome, Mamy's Restaurant."

At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened, Mag walked out first, stood at the door, and said with a smile: "The restaurant is open, please come in."

The guests greeted Mag with a smile and filed in.

"Boss Mai, did you bring this rum back from the Falk tribe?" A guest asked curiously when he entered the door.

"Of course, Old Sim's rum, you deserve it." Mag smiled.

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