Li Haoyang's family runs a liquor retail business, and he has developed a love for wine and is well-informed about all kinds of drinks.

So he knows very well how rare this bottle of Genting whisky made in 1919 is, and the kind that goes to auction on the market starts at least 10,000 pounds!

But the young nobleman in front of him opened it lightly, entertaining two hotel tourists who had never known each other.

"You remind me of a good friend who likes to drink." Hall looked at Li Haoyang's surprised expression, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth slightly.

When he was talking to Theofrey on the phone the other day about the development of the private club, he complained that Walker had set his sights on his family's wine cellar with a mummy, and that guy was a real English drunkard.

Li Haoyang smiled heartily and thanked sincerely, saying, "It is difficult for anyone who likes to drink alcohol to remain calm in front of fine wine."

"Would you like to taste anything else?" Hall glanced at the noisy electric kettle, "Before Orange opened its doors to the outside world, no one had lived in it for many years, and this electric kettle was still a product of mine when I was a child, and it was very slow."

Li Haoyang could see the whole wine cabinet full of all kinds of good wine behind the bar with the help of the warm yellow light, and he couldn't say anything if he refused, licked his lips and hesitated, "...... Uh, that's just great if you want to."

"Of course, these wines have been dormant for a long time, and it would be a waste to let them become a wooden soup that can only be collected, and the fate of the wine is to be tasted—the famous quote of my friend." Hall looked around at the three people sitting at the bar, "What are your preferences?"

"Well, dry white wine, I like to have a sweet, a little sour, fruity......" Lin Tunan described the taste she wanted in the most basic terms.

Hall bowed slightly, which was a very sensible thing to do.

It may sound clumsy, but if you really want to drink a glass of wine, it is best not to use literary abstract language such as "the fragrance after the rain", "the sunshine when you wake up", and "look at my temperament". That would only make the sommelier pour a glass of eighty-two years old lemonade.

Helena smiled at the corners of her mouth, "Please give me a glass of red wine that matches my current feelings."

"......," Hall was speechless.

Li Haoyang raised his hand: "Spirits!"

"Okay, wait a minute."

Hall did a decent sommelier, then walked to the back of the wine cabinet, changed into a white shirt, and put on a black apron. Take out the ladder and climb up and down to take out five bottles of wine from the wine cabinet.

"The dry white of the King of Houbo, and the dry white of the Bordeaux wineries are mainly Sauvignon Blanc grapes, which are sour; However, Hou Bowang uses two kinds of grapes, Semillon and Sauvignon Blanc, which are moderately sweet and sour with rich fruity aromas, and the balance is excellent, and the fine finish has a slightly bitter lemon. I think it should be your favorite."

Hall first opened the wine to Lintunan, then Helena, "Margaux, it's for you."

"Tequila, vodka, brandy, blind guess the brand." He finally poured three shot cups for Li Haoyang.

At this time, the water was just boiling, and the three of them were sipping Genting while waiting for him to make "Irish coffee".

Hall prepared the ingredients, thought for a moment and looked at Lin Tunan: "Do you want to see the ritual sense of the production process?"

"Please perform." Lin Tunan raised his eyebrows and generously expressed his affirmation.

Hall opened the four cups horizontally, put in a sugar cube in turn, quickly picked up the coffee pot with a slight brewing motion, and poured the coffee from left to right with a wave of his arm, and then cycled from right to left. Nearly two-thirds of the way through the cup of coffee, stir the sugar cube with a long spoon and make a tinkling sound when it hits the cup.

Finally, repeat the action of pouring the coffee, pouring in the base wine and milk foam. After the whole process, coffee, base wine, and milk foam were splashed all over the bar.

Hall shrugged and exhaled, "Sorry, the first time I did it, I wasn't skilled."

「…… That's the ritual feel of this cocktail...... Is it wild?" Lin Tunan was dumbfounded, and with her culture of often writing travelogues, she couldn't find a euphemistic adjective for a while.

Hall wiped his hands and replied, "The Scots do like to call the Irish savages."

"And what about the Irish?" forest

Tu Nan habitually exerts a desire to explore.

Hall took a sip of water: "Irish, Irish people don't like anyone."

"England?"

"The noble Englishmen prefer to despise the Scots, the barbarians."

「…… Why don't you despise the Irish?"

"Actually, I despise it, but it's not so obvious. Maybe it's because of the loss, after all, millions of Irish people starved to death in the Great Famine in history." Hall didn't know much about the mainstream ideas of the people, anyway, the noble English nobles looked down on all their neighbors.

Lin Nantu studied in the United States and knew a little about this, and the Irish people were able to rank in the top three ethnic groups of Americans, all of whom fled famine.

In Europe and the United States, even if it is a family, it is best to avoid discussing political topics, and a few people have a few words of love and hatred in British history, and tacitly skipped the topic and returned to wine tasting.

"It is said that the tequila drinking ritual is very rough and rough in the western cowboy, and the most traditional way to drink it is to sprinkle fine salt on the tiger's mouth, lick a sip of salt and drink a sip of wine, and then take a bite of lemon." Lin Nantu's cheeks were rosy and a little drunk, looking at his boyfriend shaking his head and smacking his lips to enjoy the wine, he said with a rare remark.

Hall smiled, "Agave grass itself is poisonous, and the previous brewing process was imperfect, so it could not completely filter the toxicity. Some people with sensitive skin will have symptoms of herpes and swelling when they drink it, and later people found that salt can neutralize the toxicity, so there is a way to drink salt from the tiger's mouth. The current brewing process can filter the toxicity to a minimum, and salt sprinkling becomes a personal preference."

Lin Tunan glanced sideways at her boyfriend, who nodded in agreement, and raised her glass to thank you, "This wine suits me very well, thank you for your hospitality."

"Thank you, I'm glad you gave me the opportunity to sell this cellar, it's an honor for me."

Hall leaned against the wine cabinet, holding one hand to his chest and the other holding a wine glass, his posture relaxed and raised his glass in the air.

Li Haoyang drank all the wine in the cup, carefully looked at his demeanor, and the wine surged up, and a feeling of self-shame rose inexplicably in his heart. He used to entertain his guests in the same way.

He will tell the guests how precious this good bottle of wine is, how well he knows the wine, and secretly enjoy the surprise and praise of the guests. The young nobleman in front of him told the guests that this bottle of wine was very precious, how to drink it and enjoy the pleasure of showmanship......

In the warm yellow light, the old electric kettle swells white, and the steel frame for cutting ham squeaks as it turns on the wooden bar.

Accompanied by the smell of smoky wine, a few people only talked about drinking, and the cliché English jokes caused bursts of chuckles from time to time......

"It's very presumptuous, but I still want to say, can you resell this bottle of Hou Bowang to us, my fiancée likes it very much." Li Haoyang finally said.

"Not for sale."

…………

The next day, Li Haoyang and Lin Tunan left the Orange Palace, and when they checked out at the front desk, they took out their bank cards carelessly, and organized their language to think about how to pay for yesterday's wine party. The wine he drank yesterday was very expensive, very expensive, and it hurt him! But his upbringing didn't allow him to be cheeky and pretend that nothing happened.

"Mr. Li, this is a memorial from Prince Hugo." Atwood pulled out two packed boxes.

Li Haoyang was stunned for a moment: "Well, he ......."

"If you have any doubts, you can look at this card." Atwood explained.

"When we meet in the water, we are slightly drunk, so it is better to go back."

Li Haoyang looked at the sentence written in distorted Chinese on the card, shook his head and smiled.

The shuttle bus drove out of the manor slowly, and Li Haoyang waited until Lin Tunan finished writing the last sentence of his travelogue on a notepad, and asked, "What was written?"

"The so-called aristocratic spirit is rigid, conservative, and arrogant, but it has a firm view of right and wrong. They care more about themselves than about profit or loss." Lin Tunan looked back at the castle that gradually disappeared from view, "Boundless, self-conscious, enviable."

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