Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 2205: Yes, He Was That Generous

On the first day that Mamy Restaurant reopened, Mag declared that rum was up for sale again. Its price was 1000 copper coins per bottle.

To prevent misunderstanding, Mag reiterated that this batch of rum wasn’t brewed by Old Sim, but by his granddaughter, Hannah, with the aged rum by Old Sim used as the base and brewed at the brand new brewery in Chaos City.

And because of it, the price of this batch of rum was much friendlier.

As the only successor of Old Sim, Hannah had already begun to shine in the rum making world.

However, no one expected her to come to Chaos City and even set up a new brewery here.

“Seems like we came just at the right time. We get to drink the high quality rum again.” Old Carl the storyteller chuckled.

He had been asking Mag about when the rum would come back again. He didn’t expect the rum to return after Mamy Restaurant’s one month break.

Even though it wasn’t Old Sim’s brew, Master Hannah’s brewing techniques were still very trustworthy.

Ever since Old Master Sim passed away, Hannah was the only master who could brew rum in this world.

Although she was still young, apparently all the high quality rum from the Falk Tribe in the past few years had come from Hannah. Her ability was without any doubts.

She used Old Sim’s aged rum as the base to brew the new rum. Of course, it was worth looking forward to.

And, the price tag of 1,000 copper coins per bottle was much cheaper than the previous 1,000 copper coins per glass. They could even bring it back home if they couldn’t finish it. It was much more cost effective.

Many rum lovers ordered a bottle as soon as they sat down. A liquor that was sold in Mamy Restaurant simply couldn’t go wrong.

Mag looked at the rum in the wine cabinet with a smile on his face.

He drank it at last night’s gathering and its quality was excellent. Even though it was slightly less tasty than an aged rum, it was still rather outstanding.

Most importantly, Hannah’s brewery could produce good quality rum in bulk right now. The daily output could reach 1,000 bottles and it was still increasing steadily.

This was a 500ml per bottle liquor and it could be sold outside of the restaurant.

Given its quality that beat 99% of the other liquors on the market, there was still room for its 1,000 copper coins price to increase.

The market overlord in his previous life was Maotai. Its trillion market cap was astonishing.

Let’s not be too ambitious with our rum. Let’s just set a small target of earning 100,000,000 first.

In this world where no brewery could get famous beyond its local territory, Mag intended to make this rum into an excellent brand.

Selling alcoholic beverages was a good business. It only needed a small capital to earn a huge profit.

This market would start at Mamy Restaurant. Then, he would set up rum specialty shops. After the output increased, he would expand the sales channels and sell it all over the world.

Old Carl quickly received the rum that he ordered. It was a black pottery bottle with a wooden cork.

The rich rum’s aroma greeted his nose after he removed the cork. It was the rum’s unique aroma and it was irresistible.

He poured it into the glass gingerly.

The amber liquid swirled in the glass gently. It was clear and bright without any sediments, and it sparkled like starlight.

Old Carl took a sip. The delicate and sweet texture had almost no difference to the rum that he drank previously. The rich aroma lingered in his mouth before rising upwards. The light sensation made him raise his eyebrows slightly. The faint fragrance of the wood made him feel even more excited.

If he had to mention one difference, it would be the aftertaste.

Old Sim’s rum had been aged in the cellar for over 10 years. Its after taste was lingering and mesmerizing.

Meanwhile, this rum’s after taste was mildly sweet. It was equally unique but without the long aging process, there was simply something missing.

Of course, this review was only made because Old Carl had tasted Old Sim’s rum before.

However, even though there was an excellent example to compare to, the quality of this bottle of rum still far exceeded his expectations. That teeny bit of difference could be ignored.

It was beyond reasonable to be able to buy such a big bottle of high quality rum with 1,000 copper coins!

Old Carl could drink this bottle of liquor for three days. It was even enough to invite two to three friends over to have a drink.

“Boss Mag is really a kind and reasonable boss.” Old Carl couldn’t help but lament.

“These noodles… are simply too scrumptious!” Mylo picked up the bowl and finished the soup in it. He then licked his lips satedly. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

He simply wanted to try Boss Mag’s new product. It was just released today, so nobody had written about it before.

As an outstanding food critic, he had a keen awareness.

It was a wise choice to borrow some of Boss Mag’s popularity, as he was so famous in the gourmet magazine circle right now.

Wasn’t it nice to earn more royalties?

The boss had already said, his royalty would triple as long as he wrote something related to Mamy Restaurant.

Yes…

Yes, he was that generous.

To the boss who liked to restrict the writers’ freedom to create, Mylo only wanted to say: ‘The more the merrier!’

Compared to the usual shops which only gave a few pieces of sliced meat, these shaved noodles had red braised beef all over them. The cube-sized red braised beef were supple and had some tendons in them. It made them soft, yet chewy, giving it an exquisite eating experience.

The noodles were even more special. The willow-shaped noodles were thick in the center and thin at the ends. It was soft and smooth, yet still chewy. It was soaked with the bone broth and every bite was full of the wheat’s aroma. One simply couldn’t stop eating it.

The soup was a bone broth and it had to have been brewed for a long time for it to have this white creamy color. The tasty meat aroma would make you finish all the soup after eating the noodles.

After eating this bowl of noodles, Mylo only felt two words float around his head: So good!

Of course, Mylo had already written a 5,000 word essay in his heart to review the shaved noodles professionally from all angles.

He felt he could write a lot just on the process of shaving the noodles alone. It was a waste not to be able to witness that interesting process personally.

Garlan, who was across from him, picked up a piece of dough skin. He picked up a piece of roasted duck with skin and dipped it in the sweet bean sauce before adding in the sliced spring onions and cucumber. He rolled them up casually and popped it into his mouth.

The duck meat that was freshly sliced was still piping hot. The skin was crispy and the lean meat with a tinge of fat was tender and juicy. Wrapped in the thin dough skin, the crispy skin and the tender duck meat melted away simultaneously when they were bitten down on in the mouth. The subtle aroma spread in the oral cavity instantly and the more he chewed the more aromatic it got.

The taste buds on the tip of his tongue were all activated as they grasped on to that exquisite taste greedily.

The suppression that accumulated for over one month in Chaos City seemed to have dissipated completely at that moment, only leaving a scrumptiousness that made him feel like crying…

Garlan swallowed the roasted duck as he wrapped the next piece of duck meat and asked, “Did you get any inspiration?”

“I still need to gain some more inspiration.” Mylo picked up a piece of dough skin and extended his chopsticks to the roasted duck.