The wonderful taste of steak Hill has already expected in his heart, but he also has great confidence in the wine made by his own winery, not to mention this chaotic city, even on the continent of Nolan, there is no winery that dares to say that its wine can be better than Buffett's wine.

Yesterday McGonagall used the best cuvée from her winery, and the steak was full of aroma and deliciousness.

I thought that McGonagall would use some inferior red wine today because there was no purchase channel, so that the taste of the steak would be reduced.

But what she never expected was that when she bit into the beef, the sweet and mellow red wine overflowed with the gravy, and the rich taste and aroma of the wine made her intoxicated at once.

She is not a good drinker, but she has a soft spot for the winery and has a soft spot for wine, and she always drinks half a glass every night before going to bed.

So she knows very well what the best wines have.

Admittedly, McGonagall now added to the steak with better wine than the best cuvée she drank every night.

The taste is delicate and mellow, without any astringency, and although most of the texture and taste are masked in the steak, you can still feel the beauty of this red wine, which makes the steak extremely tender and delicious.

"Mr. McGonagall, where did you get this wine?" After a bite of steak and a bite to taste, Hill couldn't help but look at McGonagall and asked, if a batch of red wine of this quality enters the market, it will undoubtedly have a big impact on Warren Buffett's winery.

"If I say it's homebrewed, I don't know if Miss Hill believes it or not." McGonagall looked at Ciel and smiled.

"I may not believe anyone else, but if Mr. McGonagall says so, I will believe it, after all, it is not difficult to accept that you can make such delicious dishes, and that you can also find time to make a steam engine, and you can make some first-class red wine." Hill looked at McGonagall and said with a smile, "However, I wonder if I have a chance to drink such a wonderful red wine?" ”

"Red wine with steak is good, but it's morning, so it's not a good drink." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, "Moreover, this red wine is made for steak, whether it is for sale or not, in terms of quality, it is naturally not as good as Miss Hill's Warren Buffett Winery." ”

"I can still tell what the quality is. But Mr. McGonagall really has a clear distinction between public and private, and he does not hesitate to refuse people. Hill looked at McGonagall with a slight resentment, no man would refuse her like this, and even have to make her pay for a meal.

"Principles are the best way to survive, aren't they?" McGonagall smiled on her face, she was actually an MMP in her heart, and he wanted to sell it, but the system wouldn't let her sell, otherwise she would make a lot of money just by selling alcohol.

Therefore, the existence of the system is sometimes to increase the difficulty of upgrading for the host, otherwise life would not be so difficult.

"It's a shame, but if Mr. McGonagall wants to, I'll buy you a bottle of wine at the top price of Warren Buffett Estate." Hill said with some pity, but he was also relieved in his heart, Buffett Winery is the largest business done by the Buffett family in addition to the money house, and there are wineries all over the continent, and there are basically no rivals at the level of high-end red wine.

"If there's enough wine to be brewed in the future, I'll leave a bottle for Miss Hill." McGonagall smiled and nodded, the price of Buffett's top special brew is very expensive, starting at 100,000 copper coins.

Hill picked up his knife and fork again and continued to eat the steak.

In addition to the difference in red wine, although the beef is all iron-skinned beef, there are still slight differences in taste, and today's beef tastes better, more elastic and tender, as if it is cut from a freshly slaughtered cow.

The delicious taste that jumps on the tip of the tongue completely awakens the lazy body, and it seems that every cell is telling that it is satisfied with anticipation, and that being able to eat such delicious food in the early morning makes me feel very satisfied all day today.

"It's so delicious that you want to have another one." Hill looked at the empty plate in front of him, looked up at McGonagall and said with a smile.

"If Miss Hill still wants to eat......" McGonagall looked at Hill.

"Let's save it for next time, such a delicious steak can be satisfied by eating one at a time." Ciel shook his head, picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth gently, and looked up at McGonagall, the smile on his face had faded, "Next, Mr. McGonagall can talk to me about the steam engine." ”

"Miss Hill, come with me, I'll show you something." McGonagall untied her apron and set it aside, and walked in the direction of the door.

There was a look of surprise in Ciel's eyes, but he got up and followed McGonagall out of the dining room and into the next room.

"What is this?" As soon as he entered the room, Hill let out a voice of surprise.

In the large room of 100 square meters, there is a circular path paved with two long strips of metal along the perimeter, and in the corner, a long metal machine with small wheels is very eye-catching.

The rough lines of the mine, the black metal shell, and the pipe erected above the first section of the machine resemble a quiet dormant beast, while the second section of the machine has two seats in front and back, although a little small, but enough to seat two adults.

"This is the train, my first complete work on the practical application of the steam engine, and if it can be promoted on a large scale, it could change the way the world passes." McGonagall smiled.

The train and track were made in the past two days, and although they look like children's toys after being assembled, they should not be a problem for product display.

Historically, the advent and application of the steam engine has changed the world, and the application of the train is one of the most important ones, completely changing the way human travel, and it has continued for hundreds of years.

For someone as ambitious and discerning as Hill as much as it was to apply it to some kind of industrial machine, McGonagall wanted to show what she couldn't resist.

"Trains? Can such an iron lump, without the pull of livestock and demonic beasts, really be able to drive? I wonder if Mr. McGonagall can show that? Hill's eyes couldn't hide the look of surprise, but he didn't make a quick comment.

"Of course, Miss Hill can try it herself, but it will take a little time for the steam engine to start." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and when she walked towards the steam locomotive, she opened the lid of the boiler and began to fill it with coal, igniting the fire, and the steam locomotive was shaking slightly as it poured into the cylinders, pushing the pistons into motion.

"Miss Hill, please get on the train, you and I are the first to ride the steam train." McGonagall climbed into the driver's seat, looked at Miss Hill and smiled.