Old Karl has been telling stories in Aden Square for more than ten years, but he doesn't make a living by doing this.
When he was young, he worked in the City Lord's Mansion, and he worked there for the rest of his life. He retired at the age of sixty, and storytelling was just a hobby in his spare time.
But even though it was just a hobby, he also accomplished a unique skill that others couldn't learn. With his interesting and rich stories and keeping up with hot current events, he became 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 retirement, he would naturally hear things that ordinary people could not hear. Once he said this, it became a story.
Therefore, old Carl is recognized by everyone as a knowledgeable person.
Hearing him praise rum like this, many wine lovers also showed interest.
"What Mr. Karl said is right. I went to the Falk tribe last year to do business. It was so difficult to buy the rum brewed by Master Lao Sim. All of it was divided by the royal family and nobles, and very few of it circulated in the market. "A goblin businessman echoed, lowering his voice a little, and then said: "It's even harder now. There has been a coup in the Faak tribe, and the merchants are afraid to go. The price of ordinary rum on the market has skyrocketed, and it is scary. , fake wine is rampant.”
"It's not easy to drink real rum now. Not to mention it was brewed by Master Lao Sim. As long as Boss Mai can bring back the rum originating from the Fake tribe, it will be far better than the unknown rum currently on the market. Where does the rum come from?" Old Carl also sighed with emotion.
Besides storytelling, drinking is his second favorite hobby.
Last night, he was drinking with an old friend. He had just heard about a major event that had happened in the Falk tribe in the past few days. The wandering princess returned to the tribe, killed the regicide Gaili, exposed her brother's devilish deeds, and boarded the She won the pinnacle throne and became the first female chief of the Fake tribe.
It has been a long time since he encountered such a good story, only slightly worse than Irina leading the night elves out of the Wind Forest and migrating thousands of miles to the City of Chaos.
The story is there, but how to tell it wonderfully is the most challenging thing for a storyteller.
Such a twists and turns and wonderful things perfectly succeeded the story of the regicide and the brother slayer that he told last month. This divine turn and development is really unexpected.
He was ready to spend half a month or even a month polishing the story and script.
Of course, having some good wine at this time may be able to stimulate your own inspiration, so I came to Maimi Restaurant for a drink today. Since they have launched rum, of course I have to give it a try.
Not only those who drink, but Maimi's restaurant was closed for four days, which made many regular customers who regard Maimi's restaurant as their own dining hall hungry.
"Huh, uncle, you look like you're wasting your time when you go out. If you come back a little later, we won't be able to eat hot pot tonight." Winnie pulled Abraham to the back of the team and stood on tiptoes to take stock. After confirming the number of people they could eat, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"This... these guys came so early..." Abraham gasped for breath. The carriage stopped five hundred meters away. Jogging for such a distance would really cost him his life.
"Life is so short. If you miss one meal, you will miss one. Of course you have to rush early." Vanessa said matter-of-factly, looking in the direction of the restaurant with some envy: "I still envy the ladies in the restaurant, they don't have to queue up every day. , and I don’t miss out on three meals a day, I’m really happy.”
"I'm very busy at work. There are so many guests to entertain in a day, but all you see is eating." Abraham said with a smile.
"That's right..." Vanessa stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly. If it were her, she would definitely not be able to complete it. Her hands and feet are too clumsy.
"Brother, we just ate the delicacies cooked by Boss Mai in the Fake tribe two days ago, and we can eat them again when we come to the city of chaos. It's really a seamless connection." Ha Bang stood next to Ha Ga and smiled in tribal language. Hehe said.
Haga just smiled innocently, said nothing, and looked expectantly in the direction of the restaurant.
"Master, the great master is back, do you want to continue to learn cooking from him?" Chebman stood behind Harris and asked in a low voice.
"Let's learn. I haven't mastered the couple's lung slices yet. Why don't you go out and destroy my master's signature?" Harry said matter-of-factly.
"But...I learned it." Chebman said hesitantly.
Harry: "..."
"Master, that's not what I meant...I just said that if necessary, I can teach you something..." Chebman quickly waved his hand.
"Okay, you kid, now you want to be my master." Harry said angrily.
"No...it's not..." Chebman sweated on his forehead anxiously.
"Okay, I'm just teasing you." Harry said with a smile: "If nothing else, I benefit a lot from tasting different delicacies here every day. For me, it's better than traveling thousands of miles. After such a long time, it’s time to stop. I can’t find a restaurant like this anywhere else that can continuously bring me a sense of surprise.”
Chebman looked at Harry's profile and nodded thoughtfully.
The winter in the City of Chaos has just passed. Except for some races who are not naturally afraid of the cold, most of the guests are wrapped in thick cotton jackets.
In this kind of weather, it is naturally the most delicious thing to meet up to cook hot pot.
Customers who eat hot pot stand in a separate queue and are no less popular than those who eat ordinary dinner.
"Although hot pot is delicious, it's a bit expensive. After this meal, I can only say goodbye to hot pot with tears this month." A young man said with emotion.
"Yes, if it was cheaper, I would bring the whole family here to eat. Now I have to restrain myself from choosing dishes to cook a small dish." A middle-aged man also said with emotion.
"There are a few cheap hot pot restaurants in front of me. The price is less than one-third of Maimi's restaurant, but the taste...emmm, I will regret it for the rest of my life once I meet Maimi." A young white-collar girl said with a smile. .
"Hey, I've tried it in the past two days. Those hot pot restaurants have learned a little superficial skills. Even the bone broth of clear soup hot pot can't be cooked well. If cooking with clear water can be called hot pot, my mother did it twenty years ago. Chef." Harrison curled his lips and said with disgust written all over his face.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this. If they weren't particular about the taste, they wouldn't have braved the cold wind and waited an hour in advance.
"Welcome to Maimi's Restaurant."
At this moment, the restaurant door opened. Magdan walked out first, stood at the door, and said with a smile: "The restaurant is open for business, please come in."
The guests greeted Mag with a smile and filed in.
"Boss Mai, did you bring this rum back from the Fake tribe?" A customer asked curiously when he came in.
"Of course, you deserve Laosim rum," Mag said with a smile.
Miaoshuwu
