In the city of chaos, in addition to Buffett's money is famous all over the world, Buffett's winery is also famous, with the reputation of the top winery in the Nolan continent.

This is the pride of the City of Chaos, and almost everyone knows it.

Wine was not invented by Ian Buffett, but because of Buffett's winery, it was famous all over the world and was widely loved by the aristocracy, and the fuchsia liquid that shook in the glass became a symbol of class.

Ian Buffett, so known as the father of wine, shows people's recognition of Ian.

And now, Ian is roaring at McGonagall angrily, for McGonagall to cook with this wine?

"What is the origin of this red wine, Boss Mai? Even Old Man Ian is so angry? ”

"I knew yesterday that this wine is extraordinary, and what Mr. Ian sees today is similar to me."

"Don't be an afterthought."

"Not to mention anything else, this incident shows Boss Mai's attitude towards food, such a precious wine is actually used to make steak, and it is so delicious, the price of 1500 copper coins is simply too conscientious!"

The guests whispered, looking at McGonagall and Ian with interest, the legendary old man who had always been known for his kindness to people, and there were not many cases that could make him thunderous.

"Beef, red wine, and black pepper are all top-quality ingredients that make the most perfect steak, so I don't think there's any blasphemy, red wine is just as precious in my eyes, and it's the same as beef and black pepper." McGonagall looked at Ian and said seriously, originally thought that this old man was here to inspect him and talk to him about business by the way, but she didn't expect to smash the restaurant as soon as the food was served.

However, if this is changed to the old man of his family, and he sees such a good red wine being used by him to make steak, the reaction is estimated to be similar, and people who love wine will not be able to accept that good wine is wasted.

Of course, in McGonagall's heart, red wine is not wasted in making steak, and if there is no such high-quality wine, how can he make the most delicious steak, after all, food is his main business.

"Good wine, it has a soul! How can you compare it to beef, black pepper? Ian glared, waved his hand at McGonagall and said, "Go, get me a bottle of this wine to taste, how much wine is left in your store, I want it all, according to the price of the most expensive wine in Warren Buffett's winery." ”

The guests gasped when they heard this, the most expensive wine in Buffett's winery was sold for 200,000 copper coins a bottle, and this is still the price sold from the winery, generally after a few hands in the market, the price can soar to more than 300,000 copper coins, and it is priceless.

"There's not a lot of wine, so it's only used to cook steaks and not sold to the public." McGonagall smiled and shook her head.

"Do you know how much Warren Buffett's most expensive wine bottle sells for? As long as you sell one bottle, it is worth 200 steaks you make, and you need to marinate 200 steaks with more than one bottle of red wine? If you destroy the heavens like this, you will be struck by lightning! Ian blew his beard and glared, originally thought that this boss should have a good brain, but now it seems that he is not in the oil and salt, and this account is not clear.

"Wine is not for sale, please don't force it. If you want to drink, the restaurant offers beer and you can order your own food, so if there is nothing else, then I will continue to cook while the other guests are still waiting. McGonagall nodded politely and turned towards the kitchen.

"200,000 bottles, Boss Mai actually refused!"

"I have never admired a few people in my life, and now Boss Mai is one of them, and he is simply the conscience of the food industry!"

"Yes, those who think that food is expensive, don't their consciences hurt? This is 200,000 bottles of wine, and Boss Mai actually used it to make steak! ”

"What, waiter, please bring me a black pepper steak."

Looking at McGonagall who turned around and left, the guests in the restaurant were in an uproar, and they looked at McGonagall's back with a little awe.

"You stinky boy! You give me ......" Ian got up and was about to chase after McGonagall.

"Sir! Master...... If you dissipate your qi, your body will not be good. Bruka hurriedly got up and grabbed Ian, he hadn't seen his master so angry for some years, and comforted: "This wine may just have a stronger aroma, how can there be a better wine in the world than Buffett's winery." Besides, you don't think he has the conditions to make good wine, maybe he's just a trick on the aroma, after all, he's a chef. ”

Ian looked at Bruca, thought for a while, sat back in his seat and said: "Winemaking is a delicate job, without decades of experience, it is impossible to make good wine, he is a chef, not a winemaker, this wine smells fragrant, and it may not taste good." ”

"Also, cooking with wine is unheard of, and the taste must be very average."

Looking at the delicious smell of beef in front of him, Ian hesitated, picked up his fork, and fed the cut of beef he had cut earlier into his mouth.

When he opened his mouth and took a bite, the delicious gravy overflowed from the tender beef, the aroma of black pepper was just right, and the wonderful taste jumped on the tip of his tongue, making Ian can't help but smile.

He wasn't particular about what he ate, but the chef at Moulton Manor must be the best chef in the City of Chaos, but when it came to deliciousness, he had never tasted beef as delicious.

After chewing it carefully, Ian's expression changed in an instant, and in addition to the delicious taste of the beef itself, a sweet taste of wine suddenly appeared in front of him like a treasure hidden under the water.

It is an irresistibly sweet crit, which is not covered by the deliciousness of beef and black pepper in the slightest, and it is also not obtrusive and maverick, but perfectly integrated into the beef, making the deliciousness of the beef to the next level, adding another mellow taste.

It was the most mellow and delicious red wine he had ever seen, and even if it was only used as a spice, it still couldn't hide its deliciousness.

In contrast, even Warren Buffett's winery, which only produces three barrels of V-grade wine per year, is nowhere near as good.

There is nothing to find fault with in the deliciousness of the steak, which completely subverts all the imagination of beef in Ian's heart, and every cell in his body is cheering and excited, impressed by this deliciousness.

He was even suddenly relieved that such a delicious beef could only be matched with such a top-notch wine.

"It smells so good!"

Swallowing the beef in his mouth, Ian exclaimed sincerely.