The elder Carl has been telling stories in this square in Aden for more than ten years, but he does not make a living from this.

When he was young, he served in the City Lord's Mansion, and he worked for a lifetime, retiring at the age of sixty, and telling stories was a hobby in his spare time.

However, although it is a hobby, he has also done a unique job that others can't learn, and with interesting and rich stories, he has become the most popular storyteller in Aden Square and even in the entire chaotic city.

Of course, after being an errand boy in the City Lord's Mansion for so many years, even if he is retired, he can naturally hear some things that ordinary people can't hear, and when he says this, it becomes a story.

Therefore, the elder Carl is recognized by everyone as a knowledgeable person.

Hearing him praise rum like this, many wine lovers also showed interest.

"Old man Karl is right, I went to the Fak tribe last year to do business, and it was too difficult to buy the rum brewed by Old Master Sim, all of which were divided between the royal family and the nobility, and very few of them circulated in the market." A goblin merchant chimed in, lowered his voice a little, and continued: "It's even more difficult now, there has been a coup d'état in the Fak tribe, and the merchants are afraid to go, and the price of ordinary rum on the market has risen, and the high is scary, and fake wine is rampant. ”

"It's not easy to drink real rum now, not to mention that it was made by Old Master Sim, as long as Boss Mai can bring back the rum that originated in the Falk tribe, it is far better than the rum that is not known where it is produced on the market now." Old Karl also sighed.

In addition to storytelling, drinking is his second hobby.

Drinking with an old friend last night, he had just heard that a major event had happened in the Fak tribe in the past few days, the wandering princess returned to the tribe, killed the king-killer Gali, exposed his brother's devilish deeds, ascended to the throne, and became the first female chief of the Fak tribe.

It's been a long time since he's come across such a good story, just a little worse than Irina leading the Night Elves out of the Wind Forest and migrating thousands of miles to the City of Chaos.

The story is there, but how to tell it wonderfully is the most challenging thing for the storyteller.

Such twists and turns and wonderful things perfectly inherit the story of the monarch killer and the brother killer he told last month, and this god-like turn and development is really unexpected.

He is ready to spend half a month, or even a month, polishing this story and script.

Of course, at this time, a good drink may be able to stimulate your own inspiration, so today I came to McMie's Restaurant for a drink, and since the rum has been introduced, of course, I should give it a try.

It's not just drinking, but the four-day closure of the Maimi Restaurant can make many regular customers who use the Maimi Restaurant as their own canteen cry.

"Huh, uncle, you see that you are out of the house, if you come a little later, we won't be able to eat hot pot tonight." Vanessa slapped Abraham at the back of the line, tiptoeing to count the number of people to make sure they could eat before breathing a sigh of relief.

"This ...... These guys are really early......" Abraham gasped for breath, the carriage stopped five hundred meters away, and trotting for such a distance really cost him his life.

"Life is so short, if you miss a meal, you will have one less meal, of course you have to hurry up." Vanessa said with a natural face, looking at the direction of the restaurant, and said with some envy: "I still envy the young ladies in the restaurant, I don't have to queue up every day, and I won't leave behind three meals a day, I'm so happy." ”

"People are busy with work, there are so many guests to entertain in a day, and you only see food and food." Abraham said with a smile.

"yes......" Vanessa stuck out her little tongue a little embarrassed, if it was her, it would definitely not be done, her hands and feet were too stupid.

"Brother, we only ate the food made by Boss Mai in the Fak tribe two days ago, and we can eat it again when we come to the City of Chaos, it's really seamless." Ha Hao stood next to Haga and smiled in tribal language.

Haga just laughed innocently twice, didn't say much, and looked in the direction of the restaurant with some expectation.

"Master, Master Tai is back, do you want to continue to learn to cook with him?" Chebman asked in a whisper, standing behind Ha Switzerland.

"Learn, a husband and wife lung tablets haven't learned yet, isn't this going out to smash my master's signboard." Ha Switzerland said with a look of course.

"But...... I learned. Chebman hesitated.

Hazakh Switzerland: "......"

"Master, that's not what I meant...... I'm just saying, I can teach you some if you need to......" Chebman hurriedly waved his hand.

"Okay, you kid, now you want to be my master." Ha Switzerland has no good airway.

"No...... No...... "Chebman's forehead sweated.

"Alright, I'll tease you." Ha Swiss smiled and said: "If nothing else, I have benefited a lot from tasting different foods here every day, for me it is better than traveling thousands of miles, I have walked for so long, it is time to stop, I can't find such a restaurant anywhere else, it can bring me a steady stream of surprises." ”

Chebman looked at Ha Switzerland's side face and nodded thoughtfully.

Winter in the City of Chaos is only halfway through, and with the exception of some races who are not afraid of the cold, most of the guests are wrapped in thick cotton jackets.

In this kind of weather, meeting to come to shabu shabu is naturally the most beautiful.

The guests who eat hot pot line up alone, and the popularity is no weaker than that of those who eat a regular dinner.

"Although the hot pot is delicious, the price is really a bit expensive, after eating this meal, I can only say goodbye to the hot pot with tears this month." A young man said with some emotion.

"Yes, if it could be cheaper, I would bring a family to eat, and now I have to refrain from choosing dishes for a small grid." A middle-aged man also said with some emotion.

"There are a few cheap hot pot restaurants in front of me, and the price is less than one-third of that of Maimi Restaurant, but that taste...... emmm, once you meet Maimi, you will regret it for the rest of your life. A young white-collar girl said with a smile.

"Hey, I've been to taste it in the past two days, and those hot pot restaurants have learned a little superficial skills, even the bone broth of the clear soup hot pot can't be boiled well, and if the boiled vegetables can be called hot pot, my mother was a chef twenty years ago." Harrison pouted, disgust written all over his face.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this, if they weren't particular about the taste, they wouldn't have waited an hour in advance against the cold wind.

"Welcome, Maimie."

At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened, and McGonagall walked out first, stood at the door, and said with a smile, "The restaurant is open, please come in." ”

The guests greeted McGonagall with a smile and streamed in.

"Boss Mai, did you bring this rum back from the Falke tribe?" A guest asked curiously when he entered the door.

"Of course, old Sim brand rum, you deserve it." McGonagall smiled.

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