Chapter 671： Miss Hill, please get on the bus.

The wonderful taste of the steak is already expected in the heart, but there is also great confidence in the wines produced by the winery. Don’t say this chaotic city, even on the Nolan continent, you can’t find any winery. Say that your own wine is better than Buffett.

Yesterday, McGonagall used the best specialties of her winery, and the steaks made were delicious and delicious.

I thought that McGonagall would use some poor quality red wine to make the taste of the steak drop because there is no purchase channel today.

But what she never imagined was that biting the beef, the sweet and mellow red wine and the gravy spilled together, and the rich taste and the aroma of the wine made her suddenly intoxicated.

She is not good at wine, but she has a special liking for the wines of her own winery. She must drink half a cup before going to bed every night.

So she knows what the characteristics of the top wines are.

It must be admitted that the wine that Meg has added to this steak is now better than the best wine she drinks every night.

The palate is delicate and mellow, without a half-scented taste. Although it is covered in the steak for most of the taste and taste, it can still feel the beauty of this wine, making the steak very delicious.

“Mr. McGonagall, where is this red wine bought?” A steak lined down, and couldn’t take care of it. Hill couldn’t help but look at McGonagall, if there was a batch of such quality wines coming into the market, for Buffett. The winery will undoubtedly form a big impact.

"If I say it is self-made, I don't know Miss Hill believe it or not." McGonagall looked at Hill and smiled.

"If you are someone else, I may not believe it, but Mr. McGonagall said this, I believe it. After all, I can make the dishes so delicious, and I can take the time to make the steamer genius. It is not difficult to brew the first-class red wine. Accepted things." Hill looked at Meg's smile and said: "But, such a wonderful red wine, don't know if I have a chance to drink it?"

“The wine is good with the steak, but it’s in the morning, it’s not suitable for drinking.” Meg smiled and shook his head. “And this red wine is made for the sake of steak. It’s not for sale. If quality is natural, it’s better than nothing. Miss Buffett’s Buffett Winery."

"How can I tell the quality? But Mr. McGonagall is really public and private. There is no hesitation in rejecting people." Hill looked at Meg's eyes with a slight resentment. No man has ever been like this. She refused her, and even had to let her own money if she had a meal.

"There is a principle to survive better, isn't it?" Meggie smiled on his face, but his heart was actually mmp. He wanted to sell it, but he couldn't sell it, or he could make a lot of money by selling wine.

Therefore, the existence of the system is sometimes to increase the difficulty of upgrading the host, otherwise life will not be so much hard.

"It's a pity, but if Mr. McGonagall is willing, I will buy you a bottle of red wine at the top special price of Buffett Manor." Hill has some regrets, but his heart is also relieved, Buffett Winery It is the biggest business of the Buffett family except for the bank. There are wineries all over the mainland. There is basically no rival in the high-end wine.

"If there is enough wine in the future, I will leave a bottle for Miss Hill." Meg smiled and nodded. Buffett's top special price was very high, and 100,000 copper coins started.

Hill picked up the knife and fork and continued to eat the steak.

In addition to the difference in red wine, although the beef is iron and beef, there is still a slight difference in taste. Today's beef tastes better, more elastic and tender, as if it was cut from the cattle that had just been slaughtered. .

The delicious food jumping on the tip of the tongue completely awakens the lazy body. It seems that every cell is telling that it is satisfied with expectation. It can eat such delicious food in the early morning, and feels satisfied all day.

"It's so delicious that people want to come back." Hill looked at the empty plate in front of him and looked up at Meg and smiled.

"If Miss Hill still wants to eat..." McGonagall looked at Hill.

"Let's keep it for the next time, so delicious steak, once you eat one, you will be satisfied." Hill shook his head, picked up the silkie and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, looking up at McGonagall, smile on his face. It’s already concentrating. “Next, Mr. McGonagall can talk to me about the steam engine.”

"Miss Hill, come with me, I will take you to see things." McGonagall untied the apron and walked toward the door.

There was a bit of surprise in Hill's eyes, but he got up and followed McGonagall out of the restaurant and then entered the room next door.

"Is this?" Hill was a little surprised when he entered the room.

In the large room of a hundred square meters, two long strips of metal are used along the periphery to form a circular path. In the corner, a long strip of metal machine with small wheels is very eye-catching.

The line of the coarse ore, the black metal casing, the smoke pipe erected above the first section of the machine, is like a quiet and crouching beast, while the second section has two front and rear seats, although some are small, but enough Sit down two adults.

"This is the train, my first complete work on the actual application of the steam engine, if it can be promoted on a large scale, can change the way the world is popular." McGonagall said with a smile.

The train and the track were rushed out of the ink two days. Although they were assembled like children's toys, they should not be a problem for product display.

Historically, the advent and application of steam engines have changed the world, and the application of trains is one of the most important ones, completely changing the way people travel, and has continued for hundreds of years.

Compared to being applied to an industrial machine, for a ambition and discerning person like Hill, McGonagall is showing something that she can't resist.

"Train? Such a shovel, without livestock and World of Warcraft, can you really drive? I wonder if Mr. McGonagall can show it?" Hill couldn't hide his eyes, but he didn't make a quick comment.

"Of course, Miss Hill can try it for herself, but the steam engine needs a little time to start." Maggie nodded with a smile, first headed for the steam train, opened the boiler cover, began to fill the coal, ignite, steam influx The cylinder moves the piston and the steam locomotive trembles with it.

"Miss Hill, please get on the bus, you and I are the first people to take a steam train." McGonagall climbed into the driver's seat and watched Miss Hill smile.