Chapter 1211: : Intention

If there is a master brewer in the dwarf race, maybe the status is higher than that of the average blacksmith.
After all, Master Blacksmiths are not lacking in the dwarven race.
However, the master brewers of the dwarves have also appeared in ancient books.
Until now, there is no such thing.
Therefore, things are precious.
The master is the same.
After the number is large, it will not appear so noble.
"One person is limited to one bottle a day."
Qi Le knew what Fan Zan thought, so he reminded him again without expression.
"But, Manager Qi, this bottle of wine is really too little."
Fan Zan gestured with the bottle in his hand.
For the dwarven tribe, no matter how much it is, wine is not enough.
Anyway, I either drink until I haven't, or drink until I'm drunk.
Such a little wine is not enough for the bottom.
"No, the rules are the rules. If you still want to drink, come back tomorrow."
Qi Le shook his head and spoke slowly.
It’s not a good thing that you want to be full once you drink a good wine.
If you really want to drink it once, you may have to lie directly in the store.
So hunger marketing is better.
Keep a thought, so that customers can continue to consume.
What's more, this is also for the sake of the customer's body.
"Since Manager Qi said so, I will come back tomorrow."
After hearing Qi Le's tone, Fan Zan knew that this matter had not been discussed.
So I can only compromise.
It is really a painful thing to have fine wine in front of you but not to drink arrogantly.
I probably know that there are only so many wines today, so Fan Zhan, who has always liked to drink with big sips, has been changed to tasting with small sips.
However, 60 milliliters is really not much.
Even if it's just a small sip, it won't last long.
"Master Fanzan, is this wine really that good?"
Kurd looked a little moved and couldn't help asking aloud.
"Of course it's delicious, Kurdish, I'm not blowing it. Manager Qi's wine is definitely the best one I have ever drunk."
"none of them!"
Fanzan's evaluation of Maotai-flavor liquor is very high.
At this moment, Kurdish also became interested.
Then he went to the shelf and took a look at the price, one bottle of ten spirit crystals.
Then looked back at the wine bottle in Fan Zan's hand.
"This...Master Fanzan, a bottle of ten spirit crystals, don't you think it is too expensive?"
Kurdish looked at the price and felt that it was a bit wrong.
The elves have never had a sense of wine.
Therefore, to spend ten spirit crystals to buy a bottle of wine with no more than two mouthfuls at most, Kurd felt it was not worthwhile.
"Expensive? How could it be expensive!"
"For this kind of good wine, this price is the right price!"
Fan Zan immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.
The value of this sauce-flavored liquor is a question of different opinions.
For Fanzan, ten spirit crystals are considered cheap.
"Since Master Fanzan said so, I will try it out."
As soon as Kurdish became interested, he didn't bother to care about prices.
After all, the aroma of Maotai-flavor liquor is still very attractive.
"If you don't like it, you can give it to me..."
"and many more!"
After Fanzan spoke casually next to Kurdish, he suddenly thought of an idea.
"Although everyone is limited to one bottle per day, there is no limit to one bottle per person."
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