Chapter 2023: Your dad yells, dad is still comfortable

The cork opened, and a smell of wine slowly floated out.
Lucian, who was looking forward to it, slowly frowned. He picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass, put the glass in front of his nose and sniffed, then looked at McGonagall and said, "Boss, you Is this wine burnt?"
"Yes, there is a smell of cigarette smoke." The person next to him nodded, although it is not unpleasant, but it shouldn't be in the wine.
Several ministers suddenly pulled their faces off when they heard this. They came out to drink, and no one had ever dared to fool with bad things. The boss was not kind.
Bobby looked at McGonagall. He had a good impression of the boss, but if there was a problem with the wine, he did have to explain it clearly.
"This is not scorched, but the unique burnt aroma and smoke flavor of whiskey. Without this smoky flavor, you will lose your soul." McGonagall explained, "Of course, some people will like this. Some people can't accept the taste, but it has nothing to do with burning."
"Aren't you fooling?" A minister frowned, and Guan Wei was revealed, faintly angry.
"Whiskey and Moutai are both ingenious in my heart, so how can I fool them? Why don't the guests taste it in person. If you are not used to drinking it, just don't drink it." McGonagall said, neither overbearing.
Lucian raised his hand slightly and signaled the officials in his journey not to get angry. He looked at McGonagall and said with a smile: "I believe that someone who can make a good wine like Moutai will not lie. I will try the taste of this wine first to see if it fits. My taste."
With that, Lucian picked up the glass and took a sip of whiskey.
His brows were first frowned, then his brows were raised slightly, revealing a bit of surprise, then the frowning brows gradually eased, and finally a smile appeared.
The mouthfeel of this wine is dry and full-bodied. The light smoky taste wafts in the mouth, bringing a psychedelic feeling. The light burnt aroma is not pungent and unpleasant, but adds a bit of layer to the aroma sense.
This is a different feeling from the pure and extreme aroma of Moutai. He is so maverick, yet maintains an amazing and super high level. It is also the leader in fine wine.
Without losing the mellow and soft wine, it swung around in the mouth and slipped into the throat, leaving the fragrance lingering in the mouth for a long time.
Lucian knew that she had fallen in love with this bottle of whiskey. She was so special and so surprising. Only after the real tasting could she know the wonderful taste hidden under the deceptive fragrance.
"Good wine! Really good wine!" Lucian slowly opened his eyes, looking at McGonagall's gaze apologetically: "Boss, we are reckless. This is a good wine that can be placed alongside Moutai."
"Please take your time." McGonagall nodded slightly and turned to exit.
This time it was Bobby's turn and the others stared in surprise.
"Master Lucian, is this wine really that good?" the minister who had angered McGonagall asked earlier, a little unbelievable.
"I'll know if you have a glass." Lucian smiled and picked up the empty glass on the side and poured him a glass.
"Okay, the adults said yes, then I'll have a glass to try." The minister took a sip from the glass.
The brows were also frowned, and then his eyes lit up. He looked down at the wine glass in his hand in surprise, then looked at Lucian, swallowed the wine, aftertaste, and nodded in admiration: "Sure enough It's a good wine! I didn't expect this small tavern to hide such a good wine."
"Lord Catola said that this wine was a fool." Lucian teased.
"Hey..." Catola smiled awkwardly, and said in the direction of the wine cabinet: "Boss, don't mind, I am a straight-hearted person, your wine is indeed good wine."
"It's okay, as long as the customer is satisfied." McGonagall responded.
"Do you want to try?" Lucian asked while looking at the other ministers.
"I am greedy for the smell of this Moutai wine. I am afraid this wine is more to my taste. Let's try this first."
"Yeah, I have never smelled such a fragrant wine before. I poured it all on. Try this first."
Others showed greater interest in Moutai that was already full in front of them.
"Okay, the wine and the food are served, let's not restraint, drink." Lucian picked up the glass, reminded with a smile: "I will remind you first, this wine is amazing, it is very powerful Take a moment to drink."
Then, a loud voice of admiration sounded in the pub, whether it was Moutai or whiskey, it brought everyone a great surprise.
This table of people brought a bit of excitement that a pub should have to the always cold pub.
"Opening a pub is indeed much less labor-saving than opening a restaurant. It is a wrong way, a wrong way." McGonagall sat behind the counter, watching the two little guys sitting on the small bench and playing checkers while listening to the group of old men. to chat with.
"Remind the host: Please increase the visibility of the tavern as soon as possible, the current visibility of the tavern: 8! Let's set a small goal with a visibility of 1000! Come on! Goddamn!"
"Daddy is comfortable with your dad's call." McGonagall nodded, "Daddy will work hard."
(へ╬)!
"roll!"
The system roars!
"That's good, you see how happy these people are talking, having a few glasses of wine, dare to say anything outside, if other guests are here, they may not dare to listen." McGonagall ignored the system. roar.
"Don't forget, you also bought half a street." The system reminded.
McGonagall furrowed his brows and realized that things were not simple. This investment might be a loss.
Whiskey and Moutai are both high-quality liquors, especially for those who drink thin-alcohol fruit wines.
The first few cups took advantage of the excitement, and after a few cups, I ate a few peanuts.
McGonagall has no other hobbies lately, so he likes to come up and chat with guests after they get drunk, such as Bloom who was killed by them last night, and how the adults in officialdom are feeling about Qiao Xiu. What's your opinion?
These first-hand information, even the Grey Temple's intelligence system is not easy to collect.
When he went out and called the coachmen of the ministers to come in to carry the drunk adults away, McGonagall flipped the wooden sign on the door and announced the end of today's business.
Qiao Xiu was over, the stigma was successful, and the effect was remarkable.
Now Qiao Xiu is no different from the devil in the mind of the Minister of War, and he wants to punish him quickly and avenge the families of those innocent war officials who died tragically.
And everyone has happily decided tonight, and they will jointly write a letter tomorrow, asking the king to investigate this matter carefully and bring the murderer to justice.
Promising!
McGonagall lavishly freed them a peanut drunkard.