Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1590

Old Carl has been a storyteller in Aden square for more than ten years, but he doesn't rely on it to make a living.

When he was young, he worked in the city Lord's mansion for a lifetime. He retired at the age of 60. Storytelling is also a hobby in his spare time.

However, although he is a hobby, he has also become the most popular storyteller in Aden square and even the whole chaotic city with interesting and rich stories and hot current events.

Of course, after working as a messenger in the city Lord's mansion for so many years, even if he retired, he could hear something that ordinary people couldn't hear. After he said so, it became a story.

Therefore, old Carl is recognized as a man of insight.

Listening to his praise of rum, many wine lovers showed their interest.

"Mr. Carr is right. I went to the Falk tribe to do business last year. It was too difficult to buy the rum brewed by the old master SIMM. All the rum was divided up by the royal family and nobles, and few of them were sold in the market." A goblin merchant echoed, lowered his voice a little, and then said, "it's more difficult now. There's a coup in the FAK tribe, and the merchants dare not go. The price of ordinary rum on the market is rising rapidly. It's frightening high, and fake liquor is rampant."

"It's not easy to drink real rum now. It's not said that it's made by the old master SIMM. As long as boss Mai can bring back the rum originated from the FAK tribe, it's far better than the rum produced in the market now." Old Carl also sighed.

Besides storytelling, drinking is his second hobby.

Last night, he had a drink with his old friend. He just heard that a big event happened in the FAK tribe these days. The wandering Princess returned to the tribe, killed the regicide Gary, exposed his brother's evil behavior, and became the first female chief of the FAK tribe.

It's been a long time since he met such a good story. It's just a little bit worse than that when Elena led the night elves to go out of the wind forest and migrate thousands of miles to the city of chaos.

There is a story, but how to make it wonderful is the most challenging thing for the storyteller.

Such a tortuous and wonderful thing perfectly inherits the story of regicide and brother murderer he said last month. This divine turn and development is really unexpected.

He is ready to spend half a month, even a month polishing the story and script.

Of course, some good wine at this time may be able to stimulate your inspiration. So today, I specially came to the Maimi restaurant for a drink. Now that I have introduced rum, of course, I want to have a good try.

It's not just for drinking. The four-day closure of Maimi restaurant makes many familiar customers who regard Maimi restaurant as their own canteen cry.

"Hoo, uncle, you're dawdling outside. If you come a little later, we won't have hot pot tonight." Winnie Sara patted Abraham at the back of the line, tiptoed to count the number of people, made sure they could eat, and then relaxed.

"This... These guys are so early..." Abraham gasped, and the carriage stopped 500 meters away. It really killed him to trot so long.

"Life is so short. If you miss one meal, you will miss one. Of course, you have to hurry up." Vanessa naturally said, looking at the direction of the restaurant, some envied: "I still envied the ladies in the restaurant. I don't have to wait in line every day, and I won't miss three meals a day. I'm so happy."

"People are busy with their work. There are so many guests to be entertained in a day, but you only see eating." Abraham said with a smile.

"Also..." Vanessa was a little embarrassed and spat out her little tongue. If it was her, it would not be finished. Her hands and feet were too stupid.

"Brother, we ate the delicious food made by boss Mai in FAK tribe two days ago, and we can eat it again when we come to the city of chaos. It's really seamless." Ha Bang stands beside ha GA and laughs in tribal language.

HAGA just laughs twice, without saying much, looking forward to the direction of the restaurant.

"Master, the grand master is back. Do you want to continue to learn how to cook with him?" Chebman asked in a low voice, standing behind him.

"Learn. I haven't learned a piece of husband and wife's lung yet. I'm going to smash my master's signboard." Ha Switzerland a face naturally way.

"But... I learned." Chebman hesitated.

Ha, Switzerland

"Master, that's not what I mean... I just said that I can teach you something if I need to..." chebman quickly waved his hand.

"Well, you want to be my master now." Ha, Switzerland has no good airway.

"No... no..." chebman's forehead was sweating.

"Come on, I'm kidding you." Ha Swiss said with a smile: "among other things, tasting different delicacies here every day has benefited me a lot. For me, it's better than travelling thousands of miles. After walking for so long, it's time to stop. I can't find such a restaurant in other places, which can bring me a constant sense of surprise."

Chebman looked at Harvey's side face and nodded thoughtfully.

It's only half winter in the city of chaos. Except for some people who are not afraid of cold, most of the guests are wrapped in thick cotton padded jackets.

This kind of weather, meet to rinse hot pot, nature is the most beautiful.

The guests who eat hot pot line up alone, and their popularity is no less than those who eat ordinary dinner.

"Hotpot is delicious, but the price is a little expensive. After this meal, I can only say goodbye to hotpot in tears this month." A young man said with some emotion.

"Yes, if it could be cheaper, I would bring the whole family to eat. Now I have to restrain myself from choosing dishes when I wash a small box." A middle-aged man also has some feelings.

"There are a few cheap hotpot shops in front of us. The price is less than one third of that of Maimi's restaurant. It's just the taste... Emmm, once you meet Maimi, you'll regret your whole life." A young white-collar girl said with a smile.

"Hi, I've tried these two days. Those hotpot shops have learned some superficial skills. Even the bone soup of Qingtang hotpot can't be cooked well. If you can call it hotpot even with water, my mother was a chef twenty years ago." Harrison said, his face full of disgust.

People can't help laughing when they hear the words. If they don't pay attention to the taste, they won't wait an hour in advance against the cold wind.

"Welcome to the Mami restaurant."

Just then, the door of the restaurant opened. MEG came out first, stood at the door and said with a smile, "the restaurant is open. Please come in."

The guests greet MEG with a smile and fish in.

"Mr. McGregor, did you bring this rum from the Falk tribe?" When a guest came in, he asked curiously.

"Of course, old Simms. You're worth it." Meg said with a smile.