The strong aroma of wine suddenly overflowed, and the mellow aroma was completely different from the refreshing aroma of beer.
The fragrance of the wine penetrates the heart and spleen, and just by smelling it, I feel drunk.
"This wine is indeed good." Mag in the kitchen also smelled the aroma of the wine, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise it.
This wine was not actually made by him. Moutai is not beer. There is no such thing as fresh brewing. It takes several years of cellaring, years or even decades of base wine, as well as various complicated details of the brewing process, seasonal selection, etc. etc., all have great limitations.
The Saipan Tavern is about to open, so Mag naturally can’t wait until the wine is brewed in a few years before coming back, right? So I purchased a batch of county Maotai liquor and whiskey directly from the system.
As for the Moutai and whiskey distilleries, after Hannah's rum factory runs smoothly and enters the mass production stage, Mag plans to leave it to her.
This Maotai liquor, according to the system, is the best Moutai liquor brewed with the highest standards by restoring the ancient brewing method, adding the modern ultimate brewing technology.
Mag didn't like liquor, but he had drank Maotai several times at his elders' wine bureaus. In terms of aroma, the Maotai produced by the system really surpassed what he had drunk at the wine table. Just the aroma evoked a few memories. Wineworm.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink. I'll get you some snacks." Mag glanced at Irina who was grabbing the bottle and planned to start drinking it directly.
"Are there any dishes to go with the wine?" Irina was a little surprised, but she still took the bottle and walked to a table nearby to sit down.
After a while, Mag came out with a small tray, on which were placed a portion of Drunken Peanuts, a portion of Cold Pig Ears and a portion of Cold Pork Tongue, as well as a small wine glass.
"These are all new dishes. When did you secretly learn them behind my back?" Irina said with some surprise as she looked at the three dishes to go with the wine.
"That's not learning, that's creating." Mag calmly picked up the bottle and poured Irina a glass of Moutai. "This wine is easy to get drunk, unlike beer. Drink it slowly and taste it slowly."
"Why don't you sit down and have two drinks with me?" Irina looked at the only cup, then looked up at Mag.
"Today is the first day the tavern opens. I won't drink anymore. I won't be able to receive guests after getting drunk." Mag smiled and shook his head. He was not arrogant enough to think that he could drink liquor without getting drunk.
As a tavern owner with professional ethics, in order to provide professional service to his guests, his principle is not to drink alcohol during working hours.
"Okay, then let's drink alone and I'll get drunk alone." Irina picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Her delicate brows frowned slightly as the wine entered her mouth. It was indeed a bit different from the sharp beer. This Maotai wine was soft and soft in the mouth.
However, her brows soon relaxed, and the refreshing and sweet taste began to bloom in her mouth. The mellow body of the wine made people try to explore and analyze the aroma.
The aroma of grains, the aroma of cellaring, the sweetness after fermentation... she is overwhelmed by all kinds of aromas.
If Beer is a young girl in cool clothes, then Maotai is a young woman in a boudoir holding a pipa and half-covering her face. If you take away her pipa, there may be a veil behind her.
After a long time, Irina opened her eyes, with endless aftertaste and a sweet fragrance on her lips and teeth.
"This wine is wonderful!" Irina praised.
Different from the refreshing and sweet juice-like fruit wine and the refreshing and refreshing beer, this Maotai made her realize for the first time that wine could indeed be savored slowly and carefully. Its elegant and delicate taste was irresistible.
"Don't just drink, eat some food." Mag reminded Irina, who was holding the wine glass and about to take another sip.
"Wouldn't you get drunk if you have a peanut?" Irina picked up the chopsticks, picked up a drunken peanut, and threw it into her mouth.
"Crack!"
The teeth collided with the peanuts, making a soft sound.
"It's actually crispy!"
Irina has eaten salted peanuts from the goblin tribe, but she has never been impressed by the soft taste.
But the peeled peanuts are actually crispy in texture!
Then the crispy fragrance explodes in the mouth, and the numbness of Sichuan peppercorns, the spiciness of chili peppers, the fragrance of pepper, and the aroma of various spices are released during chewing.
scum scum scum...
"These peanuts are so fragrant." Irina raised her head and glanced at Mag, then threw another peanut into her mouth, raising the corners of her mouth slightly, showing a happy smile.
That look seemed to say: "My husband is awesome!"
"That's true, regardless of who made it." The corner of Mag's mouth also rose crazily. A small portion of Drunkard's Peanuts was a concentrated manifestation of his cooking skills, and represented a king-level expert in dishes that go with drinks.
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"I didn't expect Romo Street to become so depressed and lonely." A middle-aged man wearing a black robe walked on Romo Street, looking at the closed shops on both sides of the street for rent, and sighed softly.
Bobby is an official of the Ministry of War. Many things happened in the Ministry of War in the past two days, making this originally majestic department become quite miserable overnight.
The Ministry of War was besieged for three days, and many officials were taken away for questioning. Even a completely idle man like him was taken away for questioning. Only today was he allowed to return to the Ministry of War to continue working.
Yesterday, he heard about the tragedy that happened in Luodu City. The boss he respected the most was wiped out. After hearing the news last night, he also went to the wall with him.
Things are unpredictable. After finishing the work at hand, Bobby didn't want to go home. He planned to go to Romo Street to have a drink first.
But the tavern that I often visited with my boss in the past few years has closed down, and several familiar restaurants and taverns have also disappeared, leaving only empty stores.
"Alas." Bobby sighed and glanced at the fairly lively Titan Tavern in the distance. He had heard of that tavern. The wine was average, but the proprietress was a very beautiful woman.
He just wanted to drink quietly alone, but now it seemed that there was no better choice.
"Huh?" Just as he was about to walk towards the Titan Tavern across the street, a faint scent made him stop.
He frowned slightly and sniffed hard again.
"Is this the scent of wine?" Bobby's face showed a bit of surprise and uncertainty. The scent was too tempting.
After a moment's hesitation, he followed the scent and walked forward. Not long after, he saw a tavern with lights on.
"This pub is still there." Bobby was a little surprised, but after seeing the sign, he suddenly realized, "It turns out the owner has been changed."
But as I approached this tavern, the aroma of wine became more intense.
If his purpose at the beginning was just to get drunk, now he wanted to taste the wine with its alluring fragrance, and then let himself be intoxicated by it.
It seemed that the tavern was already open for business, so he pushed open the door and walked in.
The layout of the tavern is completely different from the original one. The open hall looks simple and generous, and the tan log style makes people feel comfortable and natural.
And Poppy's eyes have been attracted by the only guest in the tavern, oh no, it should be said that it was attracted by the small crystal cup in front of her. The strong aroma of wine emanated from it.
