Chapter 1588: Old Sim rum, you deserve it

Old Karl has been talking about this book for more than ten years in this Aden Square, and he does not rely on this to make a living.
When he was young, he worked in the city government office. He spent the rest of his life and retired at the age of 60. Storytelling is also a hobby in his spare time.
However, although he is a hobby, he has also made a unique experience that others can't learn. With interesting and rich stories, he has become a favorite storyteller in Aden Square and even the entire chaotic city.
Of course, in the city government for so many years, even if you are retired, you can naturally hear something that ordinary people can't hear. After saying this in his mouth, it becomes a story.
Therefore, Old Karl is recognized as a knowledgeable person.
Listening to his praise of rum, many wine lovers have also revealed their interest.
"Mr. Carl is right. I went to the Faq tribe to do business last year. It is too difficult to buy the rum brewed by Master Sim. All of them were divided by the royal family and the nobility, and rarely circulated in the market. "A goblin merchant attached to the road, reduced the sound of a few points, and then said, "It is even harder now. The Fak tribe has undergone a coup, and the businessmen are afraid to go. The price of ordinary rum on the market is rising, and the height is scary. Counterfeit wine is rampant."
"It’s not easy to want to drink real rum now, not to mention that it was made by the old Sim master. As long as the wheat boss can bring back the rum originating from the Fak tribe, it is far better than the ones on the market now. The rum from where it came from.
Old Karl also said with emotion.
In addition to storytelling, this drinking is his second favorite.
Last night, I was drinking with old friends. He just heard that the Fake tribe had a big event in the past few days. The wandering princess returned to the tribe, killing the monarchs, exposing the brother’s devil’s act and boarding. The throne of the peak, became the first female chief of the Fak tribe.
He has not encountered such a good story for a long time, only to lead the night elves to the forest of the wind than Irina, and to migrate to the city of chaos.
The story is there, but how to say it wonderfully is the most test of the storyteller.
Such a tortuous and wonderful thing, perfection to the story of the monarchs and brothers he said last month, this God's general turning and development, is really unexpected.
He is ready to spend half a month or even a month to polish the story and the script.
Of course, this time to order a good wine, maybe you can promote your own inspiration, so today deliberately come to the Mimi restaurant to drink, since the introduction of rum, of course, try it.
Not only drinking, but the restaurant has been closed for four days, which makes many customers who have used the rice restaurant in their own dining hall to cry.
"Call, uncle, you see that you have a hard time. If you come later, we can't eat hot pot tonight." Winnie said, Abraham took the back of the team and counted it on her toes. The number of people, determined that they can eat, only relieved.
"This... these guys came really early..." Abraham gasped heavily, the carriage stopped at 500 meters, and ran so long, it really took his life.
"Life is so short, if you miss a meal, you will have one less meal. Of course, you have to catch up early." Winnie said, of course, looking at the direction of the restaurant, some enviously said, "I still envy the young ladies and sisters of the restaurant. And it won’t fall for three meals a day, it’s too happy.

"The work of people can be busy, so many guests are entertained in a day, and you only see food and food." Abraham smiled.
"Also oh..." Winnie said a little embarrassed to spit out her tongue. If she was replaced by her, she would definitely not be able to finish it. The hands and feet were too stupid.
"Brother, we only ate the food made by the wheat boss in the Fake tribe two days ago. I came to the city of chaos and could eat it. It was really seamless." Hazel stood next to the hay and laughed in tribal language. Hehe.
Hazel just smiled twice and said nothing, looking forward to the direction of the restaurant.
"Master, Master is coming back, do you still want to follow him to learn to cook?" Chebman stood behind the Swiss Switzerland and whispered.
"Learning, a couple's lungs are still not learning fine. This is not a sign for my master."
"But... I learned." Chebman hesitated.
Ha Switzerland "..."
"Master, I don't mean this... I just said that if you need, I can teach you some..." Chebman quickly waved.
"Okay, your kid, I want to be my master now." Haha, Switzerland is not good.
"No...no..." Chebman’s forehead sweated.
"Okay, tease you to play." Ha Swiss smiled and said, "Don't say anything else. Every day, I taste different foods and benefit a lot. For me, I have already won the road and walked away. For a long time, it should stop and stop. There is no such restaurant in other places, which can bring me surprises."
Chebman looked at the side of Switzerland, and nodded thoughtfully.
The winter of the chaotic city is only halfway through. In addition to some races that are not afraid of cold, most of the guests are covered in thick cotton jackets.
This kind of weather, meeting the hot pot, is naturally the most beautiful.
Guests who eat hot pots are lined up separately, and the popularity is not weaker than those who eat ordinary dinner.
"The hot pot is delicious, but the price is a bit expensive. After eating this meal, I can only say goodbye to the hot pot with tears this month." A young man said with some emotion.
"Yeah, if it can be cheaper, I will bring a young and old to eat. Now I have to control a small grid to control the selection of dishes." A middle-aged man also felt a little.

There are a few cheap hot pot restaurants on the front. The price is less than one-third of the Maimi restaurant. It’s just that taste...e, I’m sorry for a lifetime.
A young white-collar girl said with a smile. .
"Hey, I have tasted these two days. Those hot pot restaurants have learned a little bit of effort. Even the bone soup of clear soup hot pot is not good. If the water is cooked, it can be called hot pot. My mom was twenty years ago. Chef," Harrison grinned, his face full of disgust.
Everyone can't help but laugh out. If you don't pay attention to the taste, they won't be in the cold wind, waiting for an hour in advance.

Welcome, Mimi Restaurant.

At this moment, the restaurant door opened outwards, and McGonagall first came out and stood at the door, smiling with a smile, "The restaurant is open, please come in."
The guests laughed and greeted Meg and sneaked in.
"Mr. Boss, did you bring this rum from the Fak tribe?" asked the guest curiously as he entered the door.
"Of course, old Sim rum, you deserve it." McGonagall smiled.