Heat the cream until it boils and forms a lot of foam, then stop heating and add the syrup, egg yolks and a little milk.
Stir well to form a fine foam.
Then add an appropriate amount of rum, and a glass of Sun Valley is complete.
Ringer placed the finished wine in front of Pink Hammer and waited to see her take off her helmet.
Under the horned helmet, Pink Hammer stared at the wine glass in front of him, swallowing uncontrollably.
"Miss Pink Hammer, aren't you still drinking?" Ringer said with a smile.
Pink Hammer glanced at him.
"The dwarves at the foot of Huiji Mountain will never take off their helmets in front of outsiders."
The corners of Ringer's lips raised, revealing his neat and white teeth: "I treat my guests as friends."
Looking at Lin Ge's smiling face, the eyes under the helmet showed confusion and astonishment. After a few seconds, Fen Zhui suddenly felt a sense of shame.
"...Since we are friends, there is nothing we can do about it."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and took off his helmet.
The shiny black hair hung down, and what appeared in front of Linger was a childish face with big eyes and round cheeks, which reminded him of a child in kindergarten.
But unlike the kindergarten children, she has two whiskers on her lips.
Those are two thick mustaches, stuck on such a childish face, full of joy.
"Is that glued on?" Ringer took a closer look and found that it didn't look like a real beard.
Fen Zhui lowered his gaze and stared at the dark and shiny bar, her face vaguely reflected on the counter.
"You... just laugh if you want." Fen Zhui said in a low voice, "As a dwarf, he doesn't have a beard, haha."
Linge had learned some about the customs of the dwarf race in the book.
Among the known dwarf tribes, both men and women will grow beards, and beards are an important aesthetic standard.
A dwarf without a beard, like a woman without her hair, undoubtedly does not conform to the group's standards of beauty.
"I'm a human, not a dwarf, so in my opinion, it doesn't matter whether Miss Pinkhammer has a beard or not."
The soft words were like a warm wind, carrying an idea, sowing it like a seed in Fan Zhui's heart.
Yes, there are no other dwarves here, why should I feel inferior in front of humans?
Thinking of this, she tore off the fake beard on her lips and felt relaxed.
"If you don't drink it, this glass of wine will get cold." Linge reminded him with a smile when he saw this.
Fen Zhui smiled, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and took a long sip.
Thick, sweet, and delicate, it was her first time drinking this strange and delicious wine.
Putting down the wine glass, the fine foam stuck to her lips like a white beard.
She noticed this and pursed her lips, staring at the white foam on her lips, her expression looking a little funny.
Now, she has completely forgotten how she felt just now, and the beard doesn't seem to be that important anymore.
When the glass was finished, she licked the foam off her lips with her tongue, smacked her lips, and licked the glass clean again with a look on her face.
She held a wine glass that seemed to have just been cleaned and observed it under the light. She seemed to be very interested in the material of the wine glass.
"Ah, it's a stone crystal. Its purity is amazing." Fen Zhui suddenly made a sound of admiration.
Ringer's heart moved and he asked: "Miss Pink Hammer, have you ever seen similar substances?"
"Of course," Fen Zhui said, "Our tribe produces stone crystal products and trades them with nearby humans."
Ringer smiled, took a bottle of wine from behind, put it on the bar, and asked:
"Can you make a wine bottle like this?"
Pink Hammer picked up the wine bottle, looked at it, nodded and said, "Of course, no problem. Even human children know the craftsmanship of dwarves."
"How is the output?" Ringer asked again.
Although Fan Zhui was curious about Ringer’s motives, he still replied:
"Stone crystal craftsmanship is just a sideline business in our tribe. It is only occasionally used to exchange some materials with humans. The output is not high."
"If we go all out to produce bottles like this, how many can we make in a day?"
Fen Zhui was getting more and more weird, but she still tilted her head and thought about it, and said:
"Probably, it can be piled up into a mountain, right?"
Lin Ge's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the gaze he stared at Fen Zhui became hot.
Some people died, but not completely...
