Hill had already expected the wonderful taste of steak, but he also had great confidence in the wine produced by his own winery. Not to mention this chaotic city, even on the Nolan continent, no winery dared to Said his own wine can be better than Buffett Winery.
Yesterday, Mag used the best special wine from her winery, and the steak she made was full of wine and extremely delicious.
I thought that Mag would use some lower quality red wine today because there was no purchase channel, which would reduce the taste of the steak.
But what she never expected was that when she bit into the beef, the sweet and mellow red wine overflowed with the meat juice. The rich taste and the aroma of the wine made her instantly intoxicated.
She is not good at wine, but she has a special liking for the wine specially brewed by her own winery, and she will drink half a glass of it every night before going to bed.
So she knows very well what characteristics the top red wines have.
It must be admitted that the red wine that Mag added to the steak now was better than the best special wine she drank every night.
The taste is delicate and mellow, without any astringency. Although most of the texture and taste are masked in the steak, you can still feel the beauty of the red wine, making the steak extremely tender and delicious.
"Mr. McGonagall, where did you buy this red wine?" After taking a bite of steak, without caring to taste it carefully, Hill couldn't help but look at McGonagall and asked, if a batch of red wine of this quality flows into the market, what will happen to Buffett? It will undoubtedly have a big impact on the winery.
"If I said it was brewed by myself, I don't know if Miss Hill would believe it." Mag looked at Hill and smiled.
"If it were anyone else, I might not believe it, but when Mr. McGonagall said this, I believed it. After all, it is not difficult for a genius who can cook so delicious food and still find time to make a steam engine to make some first-class red wine." Accept it." Hill looked at Mag and said with a smile: "But, I wonder if I have a chance to drink such a wonderful red wine?"
"Although red wine goes well with steak, it's morning now, so it's not a good time to drink." Mag smiled and shook his head, "Moreover, this red wine is brewed for steak and is not for sale. In terms of quality, it is naturally inferior to Upper Miss Hill’s Buffett Winery.”
"I can still tell what the quality is. But Mr. McGonagall really distinguishes between public and private affairs, and he doesn't hesitate to reject people." Hill looked at Mag with a hint of resentment. No man has ever been so hesitant. He refused her for the first time and even had to pay for a meal herself.
"You can survive better if you have principles, right?" Mag smiled, but in his heart he felt like MMP. He wanted to sell, but the system wouldn't let him, otherwise he could make a lot of money just by selling wine.
Therefore, the system sometimes exists to make it more difficult for the host to upgrade, otherwise life would not be so difficult.
"It's such a pity, but if Mr. McGonagall is willing to do so, I will buy you a bottle of red wine at the price of Buffett Manor's top special wine." Hill said with some pity, but he was also relieved. Buffett Winery It is the largest business of the Buffett family besides the bank. It has wineries all over the continent and has basically no rivals at the level of high-end red wine.
"If I brew enough wine in the future, I will leave a bottle for Miss Hill." Mag nodded with a smile. The price of Buffett Bank's top-notch special wines is quite high, starting at 100,000 copper coins.
Hill picked up the knife and fork again and continued eating the steak.
In addition to the difference in red wine, although the beef is both made from iron-skinned beef, there is still a slight difference in taste. Today's beef tastes better, more elastic and tender, as if it was cut from a freshly slaughtered cow. .
The delicious food jumping on the tip of the tongue completely awakened the lazy body. It seemed that every cell was telling the satisfaction of expectation. Being able to eat such delicious food early in the morning made me feel satisfied all day long.
"It's so delicious that it makes you want to have another one." Hill looked at the empty plate in front of him, looked up at Mag and said with a smile.
"If Miss Hill still wants to eat..." Mag looked at Hill.
"Let's save it for next time. With such a delicious steak, you will be satisfied with one portion at a time." Hill shook his head, picked up the silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked up at Mag with a smile on his face. Already withdrawing, "Next, Mr. McGonagall can talk to me about the steam engine."
"Miss Hill, come with me. I'll take you to see something." Mag took off her apron and put it aside, then walked towards the door.
Hill had a bit of surprise in his eyes, but he still got up and followed Mag out of the restaurant, and then into the room next door.
"This is this?" Hill said in surprise as soon as he entered the room.
In the large room of about 100 square meters, there is a circular path paved with two long metal strips along the periphery, and in the corner, a long metal machine with small wheels is very eye-catching.
The rough lines, black metal casing, and smoke pipe erected above the first section of the machine are like a quietly dormant beast, while the second section of the machine has two front and rear seats. Although it is a little small, it is enough. Seating two adults.
"This is a train, my first complete work on the practical application of steam engines. If it can be promoted on a large scale, it can change the way the world travels." Mag said with a smile.
The train and track were rushed out by Mo Bai in the past two days. Although they look like children's toys after being assembled, they should not be a problem for product display.
Historically, the advent and application of steam engines changed the world, and the application of trains was a very important one, completely changing the way humans travel, and this has continued for hundreds of years.
Rather than applying it to some kind of industrial machine, for someone as ambitious and discerning as Hill, what Mag wanted to show was something she couldn't resist.
"Train? Can such an iron lump really move without being pulled by livestock or monsters? I wonder if Mr. McGonagall can show it?" Hill couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, but he did not make a quick comment.
"Of course, Miss Hill can try it herself, but it will take some time to start the steam engine." Mag nodded with a smile. He walked towards the steam train first, opened the boiler lid, started to fill it with coal, ignited it, and steam poured in. The cylinder pushed the piston to move, and the steam locomotive also trembled slightly.
"Miss Hill, please get on the train. You and I are the first people to ride the steam train." Mag climbed into the driver's seat and looked at Miss Hill with a smile.
