Ian's love of wine began at a young age, his father was a shoemaker, and after the war, he ran a small leather shoe workshop in the City of Chaos, specializing in custom-made leather shoes, and at the end of each month he would buy a bottle of wine, put it on a high windowsill, and drink a small glass every night before going to bed.

As a young man, Ian was intrigued by the fuchsia liquid in the glass, and finally climbed up to the windowsill one day when his father was out and carefully poured half a glass of wine and drank it.

The wine with dozens of copper coins and a bottle of wine has a somewhat sour taste, and you can still eat grape residues, but it is only made by an immature small winery.

But at that time, Ian felt that it was the best thing he had ever drunk in his life, as if a door was slowly opening in front of him.

The young Ian was too strong to drink, and he poured half a glass, so he was naturally beaten by his father when he came back.

But once the door is opened, it can never be closed.

After that, a wine hide-and-seek between him and his father continued for many years, until he brought back the first bottle of wine to the house, filled two glasses of wine for the first time, and sat down across from his father.

Therefore, many years later, many people once asked him why he thought of creating Warren Buffett Money, and his answer was: in order to drink wine openly and brightly.

What a simple original intention and desire to support him all the way.

Since he was no longer short of money, he used part of the income of the estate for the construction of the winery.

He always believed that wine shouldn't be more than that, so there was Warren Buffett Winery.

An investment that was ridiculed by countless at the time, it became profitable twenty years later, and thirty years later became one of the most prestigious wines on the continent of Nolan.

The wines produced by Warren Buffett's Estate, known as liquid gold, are still highly sought after at a high price, and even the royal family of the Los Empire spends a lot of money every year to obtain a batch of special wines from Buffett's Winery.

Drinking wine, Ian is serious.

Warren Buffett's V-grade wine is produced in only three barrels a year, one barrel of Hill is kept, and the remaining two barrels are sent to Ian.

This is one of the top wines in the world, not one of them.

Even the king of the Los Empire, the queen of the elven race, can't taste the best wine.

But now Ian looked at the steak in front of him and sniffed the aroma of beef and red wine from the shop, and his eyes narrowed.

"The aroma of the wine is so mellow and layered! And this is the taste of beef after cooking, and the aroma of sake has been exuded a lot, and it is incredible that it can reach this level! ”

Ian's face was a little incredulous, during the construction of the winery, he had to go to the cellar almost every day, step by step to guide Warren Buffett's winery to the top, no one in the world knows wine better than him.

"No, if that's all there is, that's not enough." Ian shook his head slightly, he still had strong confidence in the wine of his winery, which was made by countless top winemakers, how could it not be as good as the wine made by a restaurant owner.

"Guest, you can cut the steak with a knife before serving." Yabei Mia kindly prompted.

"Okay." Ian nodded, picked up the knife and fork, and gently melted the beef with the knife.

The tender beef was easily cut by the knife, and the bright red red wine and gravy overflowed at once, and the aroma of beef and red wine instantly exploded and rose.

"This taste! How can it be! ”

Ian was completely stunned, if the aroma of the wine was a little dull before, then now that the aroma of the wine exploded after being wrapped in beef, he could no longer deceive his heart.

"What kind of wine is this? Which winery produces it? ”

Ian looked up suddenly, looked at Yabei Mia who was about to walk towards the next table of guests with a somewhat excited expression, and asked, his voice was not small.

"Huh? Guest, what do you say? Yabei Mia looked at Ian with some confusion, not knowing that the seemingly kind guest seemed to be suddenly angry.

The surrounding guests also looked over one after another.

"Isn't this Old Man Ian? Unexpectedly, he also came to eat at Maimi's restaurant. ”

"Yes, since Miss Hill became the patriarch of the Buffett family, the old man has rarely appeared in public."

"But what's going on now? Could it be that the dishes are not to the old man's taste? ”

Some of the guests recognized Ian, causing a small commotion.

McGonagall, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement, and also looked outside the restaurant, listening to the conversation of the guests, and couldn't help but look at Ian with some surprise, but she didn't expect this old man to come too.

But after thinking about it, the matter of the steam engine is not small after all, and it may be that Hill himself can't make up his mind, so he replaced the old Buffett, which is not an incomprehensible thing, but now he doesn't seem to be very satisfied with the food?

"I mean, what's the wine in this steak? Which winery makes it? Ian also realized that he seemed to be a little too excited, and lowered his voice a little.

"This ...... I also don't know what kind of wine the owner uses. Yabei Mia replied softly, looking in the direction of the kitchen for help.

"This is a home-grown wine, not from any winery, I wonder if this guest has any opinions? Or is the steak not to taste? McGonagall came out of the kitchen, looked at Ian and smiled.

"Homebrewed?" Ian looked at McGonagall, looked at the restaurant again, shook his head, and said, "This kind of wine can't be made in this kind of place. ”

"I only use home-brewed wine for steaks." McGonagall still smiled, this old man is indeed a connoisseur, the production of top wine requires strict control of every step, and the various equipment required occupies a lot of places, and her place is not well equipped to be used as a wine cellar.

"Well, I don't care who made it." Ian waved his hand and pointed at McGonagall with some anger: "But don't your conscience hurt when you use such a top-notch wine for cooking?" ”

"I think only the best ingredients go well with the most delicious food, and this wine goes well with the black pepper steak." McGonagall smiled and shook her head.

"Just right? This is nothing short of a desecration of this wine! ”

"Do you know how rare such a top-quality wine is? Even the best brewers don't necessarily guarantee that it will be brewed next time, and you, even use it to cook! ”

Ian glared at McGonagall with an expression of hatred that even his beard trembled with anger.