Chapter 2005： My husband is awesome!

The strong aroma of wine suddenly overflowed, the mellow aroma, and the fragrance of beer are completely two styles.

The aroma of wine is in my heart and spleen, just smelling it, I am already three-point drunk.

"This wine is really good." McGonagall in the kitchen also smelled the wine, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

This wine is actually not brewed by him. Moutai is not beer. There is no such thing as fresh brewing. Several years of cellaring, years or even decades of base wine, various complicated details of the brewing process, seasonal selection, etc. And so on, all have great limitations.

Saipan pub is about to open, so McGonagall can't wait for a few years before the wine is ready, right? So I bought a batch of Moutai and whiskey from the county directly from the system.

As for the Moutai and whiskey distilleries, when Hannah’s rum factory runs smoothly and enters the mass production stage, McGonagall plans to leave it to her to do it.

This Moutai, according to the system, is the best Moutai brewed according to the highest standards by restoring the ancient winemaking method, plus modern and ultimate brewing technology.

McGonagall doesn’t like baijiu, but he has drunk Moutai several times at the wine bureau of his elders. From the fragrance point of view, the Moutai produced by the system has indeed crushed what he had drunk on the wine table, but the fragrance arouses a few times. Divide bugs.

"Don't rush to drink, I'll get you some wine and food." McGonagall glanced at Irina, who was holding the bottle and was about to directly fill it.

"Is there any food to go with?" Irina was a little surprised, but she still carried the bottle to the table and sat down.

After a while, McGonagall came out carrying a small tray, with a portion of drunkard peanuts, a portion of cold pork ears and a portion of cold pork tongue, and a small wine glass on it.

"They are all new dishes. When did you secretly learn from me?" Irina looked at the three dishes for drinking, surprised.

"That's not learning, it's creation." McGonagall picked up the bottle with a calm face and poured a glass of Moutai for Irina. "This wine is easy to get drunk. Unlike beer, drink slowly and taste slowly."

"Don't you sit and have two drinks with me?" Irina looked at the only cup, then looked up at McGonagall and said.

"Today the first day the tavern opened, I stopped drinking. I would be drunk for a while and it would be difficult to receive guests." McGonagall smiled and shook his head. He was not arrogant enough to think that he could not get drunk even with a thousand glasses of liquor.

As a professionally ethical tavern owner, in order to bring professional service to the guests, his principle is not to drink during working hours.

"Well, then I will be drunk by myself." Irina picked up the glass and took a sip.

At the entrance of the wine, her delicate brows frowned slightly, which was indeed a little different from the liqueur beer. The mouth of this Moutai was soft.

However, her brows soon unfolded, and the refreshing and refreshing taste began to bloom in the mouth, and the mellow body made people try to explore and analyze those aromas.

The aroma of the grain, the aroma of the cellar, the mellow sweetness after fermentation... all kinds of aromas make her overwhelmed.

If beer is a young girl dressed in cool clothes, then Moutai is a young woman in a boudoir who still holds his pipa half-hidden. If you take off his pipa, there may be a veil behind him.

After a long time, Irina opened her eyes, her lips and teeth fragrant.

"This wine is wonderful!" Irina praised.

Unlike the refreshing, sweet, juicy fruit wine and the refreshing and flavourful beer, this Moutai let her know for the first time that the wine can indeed be savored slowly. The elegant and delicate taste is irresistible.

"Don't just drink, you have some food." McGonagall reminded Irina, who was about to take another sip with the glass.

"Will you get drunk with a peanut?" Irina picked up the chopsticks, picked up an alcoholic peanut, and threw it into her mouth.

"Crack!"

The teeth collided with the peanuts and made a soft noise.

"It turned out to be crisp!"

Irina has eaten salted peanuts from the goblin clan, but has never felt the soft taste.

But this peeled peanut tastes crispy!

Then the crisp fragrance exploded in the mouth, and the hemp of pepper, the spiciness of pepper, the fragrance of pepper, and the fragrance of various spices were released during chewing.

Scum...

"This peanut is really fragrant." Irina looked up at McGonagall, then dropped another peanut into her mouth, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a happy smile.

It looks like: "My husband is awesome!"

"That is, it doesn't depend on who made it." The corner of McGonagall's mouth was also frantically raised. A small serving of drunkard peanuts is a condensed manifestation of cooking skills and represents the king-level powerhouse in the side dishes.

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"Unexpectedly, Romo Street has become so depressed and lonely." A middle-aged man in a black robe walked along Romo Street, looking at the shops closed for rent on both sides of the street, and sighed lightly.

Bobby is an official of the Ministry of Defense, and many things have happened in the Ministry of Defense in the past two days, which made this majestic department become quite miserable overnight.

The Ministry of War was surrounded for three days. Many officials were taken away for questioning. Even people like him who were completely idle were also taken away for questioning. Only today was he allowed to return to the Ministry of War to continue working.

Yesterday he heard about the killing of the door in Luodu City. The boss he respected the most was killed. After hearing the news last night, he went with the wall.

The world is unpredictable, Bobby has finished the work at hand, and does not want to go home, planning to drink some wine at Romo Street.

But the pub that had been frequented by his boss a few years ago has been closed, and several familiar restaurants and pubs have disappeared, leaving only an empty store.

"Oh." Bobby sighed and glanced at the Titan Tavern, which was quite lively in the distance. He had heard of that tavern. The wine was average, but the proprietress was a pretty woman.

He just wants to drink quietly alone, but now it seems that there is no better choice.

"Huh?" Just as he was about to walk towards the Titan Tavern across the street, a faint scent made him stop.

He frowned slightly and sniffed vigorously again.

"Is this the fragrance of wine?" A somewhat unexpected and uncertain expression appeared on Bobby's face. The fragrance was too attractive.

After hesitating for a while, he walked forward following the fragrance, and after a while, he saw a tavern with lights on.

"This tavern is still there." Bobby was a little surprised, but after seeing the sign, he was surprised again, "It turns out that the owner has changed."

But approaching this tavern, the aroma of the wine has become more and more intense.

If his purpose at the beginning was just to buy a drunk, now he would like to taste this attractive wine, and then let himself indulge in this wine.

It seemed that the tavern was already open, so he reached out and opened the door and walked in.

The layout of the pub is completely different from the original one. The open lobby looks simple and generous, and the tan log style makes people feel comfortable and natural.

And Bobby's eyes were already attracted by the only guest in the tavern, oh no, it should be said that it was attracted by the small crystal glass in front of her, and the strong aroma of wine radiated from it.