Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

When the cork was opened, a smell of wine came out slowly.

Lucien, who was looking forward to it, slowly frowned. He picked up the bottle and poured a glass for himself. He took the glass and put it in front of his nose to smell it. Then he looked at McGonagall and said, "boss, are you burnt?"

"Yes, it smells of smoke." The next person also nodded, although it's not bad, but it's not supposed to appear in the wine.

Several ministers immediately pulled down their faces when they heard the speech. They came out to drink. No one dared to fool them with bad things. The boss was not kind.

Boby looks at MEG. He has a good impression of the boss, but if there's something wrong with the wine, he really needs to explain it.

"It's not scorched. It's the scorched and smoky smell of whisky. If it doesn't have the smoky smell, it will lose its soul." McGonagall explained calmly, "of course, some people will like the taste, some people can't accept it, but it has nothing to do with scorching."

"Aren't you fooling me?" A minister's brow wrinkled, and the official's authority was revealed, and he was about to get angry.

"Whiskey and Maotai are made with ingenuity in my mind. How can I fool you? Why don't you taste it yourself? If you're not used to it, don't drink it. " McGonagall said.

Lucien raised his hand slightly, motioned the officials of the same trade not to be angry, looked at MEG and said with a smile, "I believe that people who can make such a fine wine as Maotai will not lie. I'll try the taste of this wine first to see if it suits my taste."

As he said this, Lucien took his glass and sipped the whiskey.

His brows first wrinkled, then slightly raised, showing a bit of surprise, then the frown gradually eased, and finally showed a smile.

The taste of this wine is dry and mellow. The light smoky smell floats in the mouth, bringing a sense of hallucination. The light burnt aroma is not pungent and unpleasant, but adds a sense of hierarchy to the wine aroma.

This is different from the pure and extreme aroma of Maotai liquor. He is so independent, but still maintains an amazing super high level. He is also the best among the fine wines.

The mellow and soft wine turns around in the mouth and slides into the throat. The aftertaste lingers in the mouth for a long time.

Lucien knew that she had fallen in love with this bottle of whisky. She was so special and amazing that only after tasting it could she know the wonderful taste hidden under the deceptive fragrance.

"Good wine! What a good wine Lucien slowly opened his eyes, looked at McGonagall's eyes, and said with some apology: "boss, we are reckless. This is a good wine that can be juxtaposed with Maotai."

"Please take your time." McGonagall nodded slightly, turned and walked out.

Now it's boby's turn to stare.

"Lord Lucien, how good is this wine?" Asked the minister who had been angry with MEG, a little incredulous.

"Just have a drink." Lucien smiles, grabs an empty glass and pours it for him.

"All right, adults say yes, I'll have a drink, too." The minister took a sip from his glass.

The same is frowning, and then eyes a bright, full of surprise looked down at the hand of the glass, and then looked at Lucien, swallow the wine, aftertaste for some time, just a face of praise nodded: "really good wine! I didn't expect that there was such a good wine hidden in this small tavern. "

"Before, Lord katora said that the wine was a hoax." Lucien teased.

"Hey, hey..." katola laughed awkwardly and said to the direction of the wine cabinet, "boss, don't mind. I'm a quick talker. You're really a good wine."

"It's all right, if the guests are satisfied." McGonagall responded.

"Would you like to try?" Lucien asked, looking at the other ministers.

"I'm very greedy when I smell this Maotai wine. I'm afraid this wine is more suitable for my taste. I'd better try this one first."

"Yes, I've never smelled so much wine before. I've poured them all. Try this one first."

Others showed more interest in Maotai, which was already full in front of them.

"OK, the food and wine are all served. Let's drink it." Lucien picked up his glass and said with a smile, "first of all, I'd like to remind you that this wine is very strong. Drink it leisurely."

Then, a sound of praise sounded in the tavern, whether it was Maotai or whisky, all brought great surprise to everyone.

This table of people, but it has always been a cold pub to bring a bit of belongs to the pub should have lively.

"It's much easier to open a pub than a restaurant. I'm in the wrong line. I'm in the wrong line." McGonagall sat behind the counter, watching the two little guys sitting on the bench playing checkers while listening to the old men talking.

"Remind the host: Please enhance the popularity of the pub as soon as possible, the current pub popularity: 8! Let's set a small target of 1000 popularity first! come on. Dry Dad

"Your father is comfortable with that cry." MEG nodded. "Dad will work hard."

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"Go away!"

The system roars!

"This is very good. You see how happy these people are talking. After a few drinks, they dare to say anything outside. If other guests are here, they may not dare to listen." McGonagall ignored the roar of the system.

"Don't forget, you bought half the street." The system warns.

McGonagall frowned and found that the matter was not simple. He was afraid that the investment would be a loss.

Whisky and Maotai are both high-quality wines, especially for those who usually drink fruit wine with thin alcohol content.

At the beginning of a few cups, I took advantage of my interest to eat a few peanuts.

McGonagall has no other hobbies recently. He just likes to chat with his guests when they are drunk. For example, bloom, who was killed by them last night, how are the adults in officialdom feeling recently, and what do they think of Joe.

This first-hand information, even the information system of the grey temple, is not easy to collect.

When he went out and called the ministers' coachman in to carry the drunken adults away, MEG flipped the wooden sign on the door and declared the business closed today.

Joe Xiu is finished. The stigmatization is successful, and the effect is remarkable.

Now Qiao Xiu was no different from the devil in the heart of the Minister of war, and he wanted to kill him quickly, to avenge the families of those innocent military officials who died miserably.

And they have decided happily tonight that they will write a letter tomorrow asking the king to investigate the matter and bring the murderer to justice.

Promising!

McGonagall spared them a share of alcoholic peanuts.