The contractors who sat down at Jin Shaolan's table, except for the cheerful black-haired man who spoke at the beginning, the two people who were with him, one was a northern man with extremely short blonde hair and a tiger's waist, and it was clear at a glance that it was a Russian; The other was a handsome and tall brown-haired soldier, whose complexion was neither dark nor light, between two companions.

As soon as he took his seat, the Russian man immediately took a deep breath and slapped the table and shouted: "Wine!" Finally there is wine! A pretty girl over there with a body like an aspen tree and a face like an apple blossom! Give us a big drink? ”

"Phew, Arathi's brown bear! If you break up the table and chairs, you will have to pay for double! But what you say is really good," the waitress came back laughing and shouting in her busy schedule, "well, if you want a drink, go to the boss of Orison and ask for it yourself!" I'm too busy here to deliver you to the table! ”

The Russian man laughed, but he didn't think it was wrong, and his elbows were propped up on the table and looked left and right. But most of the people in the tavern were contractors, and considering that there was still a task to accept next, they only drank a very light black wine. When he withdrew his gaze, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Isn't this wine?" The Russian man asked with glowing eyes, pointing to the cup in front of Jin Shaolan. The pale amber tea with its emerald green leaves reflects the candlelight, which is beautiful. His breezy dark-haired companion burst out laughing.

"He didn't mean anything else, please don't...... Forget it, this polar bear with alcohol in its veins deserves to be disliked, brother! He cocked up his fingers and swung them from side to side to strengthen his tone: "Nothing else, we want to have two glasses of energy, not the kind of cheap boiled water—well, you see, yes, you seem to be the only one in our group who doesn't drink, and you look great in this one—brother, if I'm right, you're a 'foreigner' as well, but you're more knowledgeable than us, and know what to drink here—tell us, okay?" ”

His rhetoric made Jin Shaolan's eyes light up. He smiled and nodded. "My pleasure." As she spoke, Jin Shaolan turned in the direction of the bar.

"Orison, my friend? Excuse me, Orison, could you please tell me you don't have anything here? ”

"Hey! You're right, good sir! Nothing in Old Orison's shop? There is no moonshine from your northern kingdoms, sir! No moonshine, Old Orison has it all! You're right! ”

Orison was obviously a shrewd businessman who was old in business, and his kind face immediately flashed with shrewdness because of the information behind Jin Shaolan's question, and then he raised his head and pride. After confirming the information he wanted to know, he recalled the list of human inns for sale, and Jin Shaolan, a veteran addict, was also unequivocal. I think he was an honorary member of the "Wine Club" in the game.

"So, if you're looking for a thirst quenched, since I don't need to save money for a few of them, Dwarven Mead and Badlands Whiskey are good options...... But I guess that's not what a few people really want? He smiled, his gaze scanning over the two Europeans and a bear at the same table. The soldier saluted him, and the black-haired man who had been in charge of speaking couldn't help but rub his fingers expectantly, "Wow", Xiong ...... Xiong was about to rush to the bar and grab it as soon as he gave the order......

"Orison, my friend," Jin Shaolan turned his head and raised his voice and smiled, "Lordan rice wine, fireplace delicacies, one barrel each—and, please help bring it to the table, I don't think you will refuse this little request, right?" ”

Xiong pulled aside the black-haired companion who had just followed Jin Shaolan and said, "That's right, even for the sake of the gold coins," and jumped out of his seat with agility that did not match his size. "Which barrel is mine, wine?!" He asked Orison with a twinkle in his eyes, making a gesture of digging something, and then reached for a bulging money bag.

After listening to Jin Shaolan's words, Orison, who was still a little hesitant, immediately left the entertainer girl to deal with the black-haired man and the bulging money bag, and personally led the Russian man out of the cellar - or rather, the polar bear lightly carried two small wooden barrels one foot high to their table, and then asked the three patrons to wait for him to get special tools to open the barrels. When Orison returned to the back of the bar to get the tools with a glowing face, the Russian man nodded at Jin Shaolan in admiration: "I really didn't look away, haha!" Friend, you're a non-drinker—I know as soon as I look at your cup of tea. ”

Admittedly, this cup of honey tea served in a crystal clear glass looks quite unusual. If you pick up the silver spoon used to press the mint leaves and foam in the cup and stir it gently along the bottom of the cup, the fine powder will swirl as the verdant mint leaves rise and fall in the transparent pale amber honey tea, like scooping a cup of dusk moonlight and many tiny golden stars from the night sky. In addition to the freshness and mellowness of the mouth, there is also an elegant fragrance intertwined with bitterness, and the sweetness of honey with pure natural freshness and lusciousness, which is fully set off by the coolness of the mint to the forehead.

When he noticed that the price of drinks here was about the same as in the game, Jin Shaolan was curious. The tavern has a few good liquors that cost more than two gold coins, and the spirits of the tavern cost nearly two and a half gold coins. In the game, it is true that all the wine can be in "cups", but in this real world, it is almost impossible to open a barrel of good wine and sell it in bulk. If you want to have a drink, you have to buy the whole barrel simply, or a few drinkers can pool their money to buy a barrel and share it.

Two gold coins are expensive, but the price of these two gold coins is a "barrel". And the drink that Jin Shaolan ordered, although it was only a "cup", was sold for one gold coin and ten silver coins.

The inherent experience brought by daily life made Jin Shaolan mistakenly regard "mint honey tea" and "lemon honey black tea" as the same kind of drinks, however, the brown powder sprinkled into the preparation process was not some kind of tea powder that he had speculated, but the chaga mushroom that had been carefully milled repeatedly - after listening to the polar bear's explanation, Jin Shaolan suddenly realized. He then remembered that in a world where production methods were only at the level of the Middle Ages, honey itself was already a luxury (let alone fresh honey); Chaga mushrooms, a fungus that only grows on the roots of birch trees and a few other tree species, take up to five years to form, and those with medicinal properties need to grow for more than ten years, so they are still quite valuable even in Jin Shaolan's time. "Mere" a gold coin is really a fair price for children.

When Orison returned to this wine table, he was holding a small cloth bag, he solemnly opened it, but the tools inside were different from what Jin Shaolan and the others thought, it had been some years and was quite ordinary. It seems that the "special tools" refer only to the barrels in which they are used to open fine wine, that is, they provide the tavernkeeper not with convenience and practicality, but with a sense of ritual.

After wiping each tool repeatedly, Orison carefully scraped off the sealing wax with a small silver knife, cleaned it with a brush, and then wedged the cork little by little along the edge of the cork with a very small chisel.

As the clean, slightly white rice wine is poured into the glass, a wisp of fermented grain fragrance spreads, faint but impressive, reminiscent of the sweet taste of chewing fresh grains. When you pick up your glass and try to take a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma, it's completely futile, the aroma is still tranquil, but the aftertaste becomes extraordinarily long. The soldier's body leaned forward slightly, and the black-haired man also patted his thigh excitedly and whistled. Only the bear remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on the remaining barrel. When Orison pried the cork open again, the Russian's expression froze, and then he picked up the barrel and took a big gulp. Then his expression froze between astonishment and sluggishness, and after a while, the polar bear slammed the barrel on the table, and shouted:

"—Ajin Boli Sift Wochiga! (Один-больше-бочка, another bucket)"