Chapter 1588: Old Sim Brand’s Rum. Because You’re Worth It
Old Carl had been telling stories in Aden Square for years, but he didn’t do it for a living.
He worked in the city lord’s castle since he was young, and he did it until he retired at 60 years old. Storytelling was just a hobby he did whenever he was free.
However, although it was just a hobby, he made it into a specialty that nobody else could mimic. With his interesting and colorful stories, and how he closely followed the latest news, he became the most-loved storyteller in Aden Square, or even in the entire Chaos City.
Of course, after working so many years in the city lord’s castle, he could naturally still receive news that ordinary people couldn’t even after retiring. They all became stories in his mouth.
Therefore, Old Carl was a publicly recognized knowledgeable man.
Many alcohol connoisseurs revealed an interested expression after hearing him heap praises on rum.
“Old Master Carl is right. I went to the Falk Tribe for business last year, and I tried to buy Master Old Sim’s rum. It was extremely difficult as it was all bought by the royal family and the nobles. Not many were sold freely on the market,” a goblin trader chimed in. Then, in a lowered voice, he continued, “It’s even harder now. After the coup happened in the Falk Tribe, the traders didn’t dare to venture there anymore. The price of normal rum on the market has risen so much that it was terrifying. Fake rum is rampant now.”
“It’s not easy to get real rum now, let alone rum brewed by Master Old Sim. As long as Boss Mag could bring back rum from the Falk Tribe, it would already be much better than rum that nobody knows where it came from.” Old Carl, too, lamented.
Besides storytelling, drinking was his second favorite hobby.
He heard about a big event that had happened in the Falk Tribe in the past few days when he was drinking with an old friend last night. The princess who had been in exile returned to the tribe. She killed the kingslayer Gary, uncovered her older brother’s devilish deeds, and ascended to the throne, becoming the Falk Tribe’s very first female chief.
He hadn’t encountered such a marvelous story for a long time. Only the story of Irina leading the Night Elves out of the Wind Forest and migrating to Chaos City was slightly better.
He had the story, but how to tell it out excitedly was the hardest test for a storyteller.
Such a wonderful story with twists and turns. It perfectly continued on with the stories that he told about the kingslayer and the brother slayer. Its twists and developments were completely unexpected.
He was already prepared to spend half a month, or even one whole month, to polish up this story and script.
Of course, if he could have some nice alcohol now, it might even encourage an inspiration explosion in him. Therefore, he specially came to Mamy Restaurant for a drink. Since it was releasing the rum, of course he would have to try it.
Not only did people come to drink, Mamy Restaurant resting for four days had made many regulars who treated it as their own dining room so miserable that they cried.
Vanessa pulled Abraham into the end of the line. After standing on her tiptoes to do a headcount, and being certain that they could have hot pot, she finally said with relief, “Oh, Uncle. You took so long to leave the house. If we had been any later, we would’ve missed the chance to eat hot pot tonight.”
“Th-these people really came very early…” Abraham panted hard. Their horse-drawn carriage had stopped about 500 meters away, and running this short distance had almost cost him his life.
“Life is so short. If we miss a meal, we will miss it forever. Of course, we will have to come early,” Vanessa said with a matter-of-fact expression. She looked toward the restaurant enviously. “I really envy those big sisters who work in the restaurant. They don’t have to line up, and get to have all three meals a day. That is simply so blissful.”
“They work very hard as they have to take care of so many customers every day. Meanwhile, all you see is eat, eat, eat.” Abraham chuckled.
“That’s true too…” Vanessa stuck out her tongue embarrassedly. If she was to do it, she definitely wouldn’t be able to complete it. She was simply too clumsy.
Habeng stood next to Haga and chuckled as he spoke in their tribal tongue. “Bro, we just had Boss Mag’s delicacies at the Falk Tribe two days ago, and we are going to have them again in Chaos City now. It really is a seamless connection.”
Haga simply laughed, but he didn’t say anything while he looked at the restaurant expectantly.
Chapman stood behind Harris, and softly asked, “Master, Grandmaster has returned. Are you going to continue to learn to cook from him?”
“Of course, I am going to learn. I still haven’t mastered the ‘husband and wife lung slice’ yet. I will be embarrassing my master if I leave now,” Harris replied matter-of-factly.
“But… I have mastered it,” Chapman said hesitantly.
“…” Harris.
“Master, I don’t mean it that way… I’m just saying, if there’s a need, I can teach you a little…” Chapman swiftly waved his hands.
“Alright now, you even want to be my master now, chap,” Harris replied rather angrily.
“N-no…” Chapman was so nervous that sweat began to bead on his forehead.
“Alright. I’m just teasing you.” Harris chuckled. “Tasting different kinds of food here every day is very beneficial to me, and has way exceeded the benefits of travelling. We should take a break now after being on the road for so long. We won’t be able to find a restaurant like this which is able to give me endless surprises anywhere else.”
Chapman looked at Harris’ profile and nodded thoughtfully.
It was only halfway through the winter in Chaos City. Apart from some species who were not afraid of cold, the majority of the customers were wearing thick jackets.
Having hot pot with friends in such cold weather was naturally a very enjoyable affair.
The customers who came for hot pot were in a separate line on their own, which was as popular as the normal dinner.
“Although the hot pot is scrumptious, it’s really expensive. After today’s meal, I can kiss the hot pot goodbye for the rest of the month,” a young man complained.
“Yes. If it can be slightly cheaper, I will be able to bring my whole family here to have it. I even need to restrain myself when I am ordering for my tiny section now,” a middle-aged man lamented too.
“A few cheap hot pot restaurants have opened for business over there. Their prices are not even a third of Mamy Restaurant’s, but the taste… Hmm, Mamy Restaurant has ruined all others for me,” a young office worker lady said with a smile.
“Aye. I went to try them out in the past two days. Those hot pot restaurants have only scratched the surface. They couldn’t even concoct the clear soup base well. If scalding vegetables in hot water could be considered as hot pot, then my mom could be considered a chef 20 years ago.” Harrison pursed his lips with disdain written all over his face.
Everyone laughed out after hearing that. If they were not particular about the taste, they wouldn’t line up one hour early in the freezing wind.
“Welcome to Mamy Restaurant.”
Right at that moment, the restaurant’s door was opened outward. Mag came out, stood at the entrance, and smilingly said, “The restaurant has begun its service. Please come in.”
The customers smilingly greeted Mag and filed in.
“Boss Mag, did you bring your rum back from the Falk Tribe?” some customer asked curiously when he walked in.
“Of course. Old Sim Brand’s rum. Because you’re worth it,” Mag replied with a smile.