Chapter 1590 - That’s Good. We Should Pass On Our Traditional Crafts

Chapter 1590: That's Good. We Should Pass On Our Traditional Crafts

The glasses of rum that were served ignited the passion of the customers who ordered them.

People could recognize good alcohol. Of course, apart from those people who didn't know it.

The people who were the first to order the rum were drinkers even if they were not rum aficionados. Looking at the rum's color and smelling its aroma, they knew it was the real thing.

Old Carl lifted the glass up carefully, and looked at it against the French doors. The amber-colored rum was clear, and had no sediment.

Even though this glass wasn't as big as the beer mug, given that rum was a liquor with a high alcohol concentration, a small glass like this was enough for a normal person.

Old Carl put the glass next to his lips and took a small sip. Its smooth and sweet texture made one mesmerized unknowingly. The rich aroma had a hint of the barrel's smell. Only an aged rum that was stored in an oak barrel could release such an exquisite taste.

He had been thinking about that small bottle of rum for 18 years, and it was only aged for three years. They were both brewed by Master Old Sim.

He thought he would never get to drink rum that was brewed by Master Old Sim ever again in his life. He didn't expect he would get to drink such authentic and finely aged rum at Mamy Restaurant for only 1,000 copper coins.

Old Carl only opened his eyes slowly after a long time, and lamented, "I never expected I could get to drink rum brewed by Master Old Sim again. This Boss Mag is shrewd."

"It's more than just shrewd. Boss Mag has really formidable means!" Karoo had also drunk half of his glass, and was flushed with excitement.

It was a great deal whenever someone in the alcoholic aficionado circles had an unsealed bottle of Old Sim's rum that was aged over 15 years. After all, rum of that particular quality was only supplied for the Falk Tribe's nobles and chief.

However, he didn't expect to drink rum of that quality in a restaurant in Chaos City.

Furthermore!

It only cost 1,000 copper coins!

If this news got out, he estimated the entire rum aficionado circle in Chaos City was going to explode with excitement.

He didn't know what means Boss Mag used to procure rum of such high quality, and he was selling it at such a low price. It was so fairly priced that he worried that he might even suffer a loss.

The praises could be heard without end. A glass of rum that cost 1,000 copper coins was indeed expensive, but people who ordered it all said that it was well worth it.

"The feedback sounds positive." Mag wasn't too surprised to hear praises and laments in the kitchen.

Hannah's rum was indeed very good, and this batch was brewed by her grandpa, so there was even no need for him to worry about its quality.

The super positive reviews and feedback given by the customers who had ordered the rum enticed those customers who didn't understand rum but still loved alcohol to order a glass too.

Karoo was taking sip after sip of it, and already finished half of the glass before the grilled fish was even served. He quickly gestured to Yabemiya when he saw her walk by. "Miss, can you please fill this wine flask with rum. I will pay as much as you can fill it."

Old Carl's eyes brightened when he heard that, and began searching his body for things that could be used to hold rum.

It would be fantastic to bring such a great rum back to have a sip every now and then.

Many customers were tempted too. Customers who had wine flasks with them were already smiling. It would be great to show off to their friends if they could bring some of it back.

"I'm sorry, dear customer. We don't allow takeaway for the restaurant's drinks and beverages." Yabemiya rejected him with a smile.

"Then, can I have one additional glass, please? I can even pay more for it. Will 1,500 copper coins a glass do?" Karoo sincerely said. He had a bad habit of taking a sip everywhere he went. It wasn't much, but he couldn't do without it. He had come across such marvelous rum today, so wouldn't it be great to be able to have a sip of it every now and then wherever he went?

"I'm sorry. This is the restaurant's rule." Yabemiya rejected it without any hesitation.

"Alright. I am being greedy." Karoo sighed, but he could understand the reason behind it. Such high-quality rum was selling at such a cheap price, and according to the market price, they were selling the rum way below the former. If people with ulterior motives deliberately ordered it for takeaway, they could sell it and flip the profit many times as soon as they left the restaurant.

An orc at the side emotionally said, "Miss Miya, I have a friend who has been lying on the bed for three years, and he is going to die soon. All he wants is to have a glass of Master Old Sim's rum before he dies. Do you—"

"Dear customer, you may want to take a look at the rules at the back of the menu," Miya replied with a smile.

"Hehe. I am just cracking a joke." That orc immediately laughed, and embarrassedly scratched his head. "My father always said that our tribe was just next to the Falk Tribe, and after moving to Chaos City for dozens of years, he deeply missed the rum made by Master Old Sim. I don't know about rum well enough, and have been scammed by the sellers with fake rum many times. It's fine to lose the money, but it sucked to be laughed at by my father.

"He can't walk very well now. I just want to bring a glass back for him to try. So many people here said it is real, so I believe it has to be. However, I know Mamy Restaurant's rules very well. I guess I will have to wait for my father to get well enough, and bring him here myself."

Yabemiya's lips moved slightly as she looked at that orc before she finally nodded. "Alright." Then, she went on to the next customer.

Hannah stood at the kitchen's entrance, looked at those people who were excited and others who went deep into their thoughts, and softly said, "I didn't expect… so many people to know my grandpa and love the rum that he brewed in Chaos City, which is so far away." A tear slid down from a corner of her eye and fell to the floor, but she swiftly wiped her tears away.

"Boss, I have decided. Apart from building the brewing machines, I also want to brew rum properly so I won't tarnish Old Sim's reputation," Hannah said to Mag with conviction as she turned toward him before revealing a bright smile.

"That's good. We should pass on our traditional crafts." Mag nodded.

"So rum actually tasted so exquisite. This aroma and texture totally crush those breweries in the city. The master indeed lives up to his name." Harrison had already drunk more than half of his glass. His rotund body swayed, and he said with narrow eyes, "However… this rum seems rather strong? Why are there two glasses in my hand now?"

Gjerj propped himself against the pillar next to him, and seriously said, "Bro, we have only just begun. Y-you cannot collapse so soon…"