Heat the cream to a boil and once a large amount of foam has formed, stop the heat and add the syrup, egg yolks and a little milk.

Stir well to form a fine lather.

Then add a moderate amount of rum and a glass of Sun Valley is complete.

Ringer placed the finished wine in front of the hammer and waited to see how she took off her helmet.

Under the horned helmet, Hammer's eyes stared at the wine glass in front of him, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Isn't Miss Pink Hammer still drinking?" Ringer said with a smile.

Pink Hammer glanced at him.

"The dwarves under the Grey Base Mountain will never take off their helmets in front of outsiders."

The corners of Ringer's lips were raised, revealing neat white teeth: "I treat guests as friends." ”

Looking at Ringer's smiling face, the eyes under the helmet showed a look of confusion and stunned, and after a few seconds, Pink Hammer suddenly felt a sense of shame.

“… Since we're friends, there's no way around it. ”

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and took off his helmet.

The black hair hung down, and what appeared in front of Ringer's eyes was a young face, with big eyes and a round face, which reminded him of kindergarten children.

However, unlike the kindergarten children, she has two whiskers on her lips.

It was two thick mustaches, glued to such a childish face, full of joy.

"Is that glued?" Ringer took a closer look and saw that it didn't look like a real beard.

Pink Hammer lowered her gaze and stared at the dark and shiny bar, her face faintly reflected on the countertop.

"You...... Laugh if you want. Pink Hammer said in a low tone, "I'm a dwarf, but I don't have a beard, hehe." ”

Ringer learned a little about the customs of the dwarven race in the book.

In known dwarven tribes, both men and women, grew beards, and beards were used as an important aesthetic standard.

A beardless dwarf, like a hairless woman, is undoubtedly not in line with the group's aesthetic standards.

"I'm human, not dwarf, so it doesn't matter to me whether Miss Pink Hammer has a beard or not."

Soft words, like a warm wind, carry a thought, like a seed sown in the heart of the hammer.

Yes, there are no other dwarves here, so why should I feel inferior in front of humans?

Thinking of this, she tore off the fake mustache on her lips, and her heart relaxed.

"If you don't drink it again, this glass of wine will be cold." Seeing this, Ringer reminded with a smile.

Powderhammer smiled, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and took a big sip.

Thick, sweet, and delicate, she had drunk this strange and delicious wine for the first time.

Putting down the glass, the delicate foam on her lips like a white beard.

Sensing this, she pursed her lips and looked at the white foam on her lips with a comical expression.

Now, she had completely forgotten what she was feeling just now, and the beard and stuff didn't seem to be that important.

When the glass was finished, she licked the foam off her lips with her tongue, smacked her lips, looked unsatisfied, and licked the cup clean.

She held what looked like a freshly cleaned glass and looked at it in the light, as if she was very interested in the material of the glass.

"Ah, it's Shi Jing, the purity is amazing." The hammer suddenly let out a sound of admiration.

Ringer's heart moved, and he asked, "Miss Pink Hammer has seen a similar substance?" ”

"Of course," said Hammer, "our tribe produces stone crystals and trades them with the humans in the vicinity. ”

Ringer smiled, took a bottle of wine from behind him, put it on the bar, and asked:

"Can you make a bottle like this?"

Powder Hammer picked up the wine bottle and looked at it, nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem, even human children know the craftsmanship of dwarves." ”

"How's the yield?" Ringer asked again.

Powderhammer, though curious about Ringer's motives, replied:

"The stone crystal process is just a sideline in our tribe, and it is only occasionally used to exchange some materials with humans, and the yield is not high."

"If you go all out to produce bottles like this, how many bottles can you make a day?"

The powder hammer became more and more strange, but she still tilted her head and thought about it, and said:

"Probably, it can be piled up into a mountain, right?"

Ringer's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his gaze on the Pink Hammer became hot.

Some people died, but not completely......