Chapter 2006: The middle-aged man crying in the tavern late at night
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Bobby is a good drinker, this habit was also developed by the senior boss after entering the Ministry of War.
This senior is a well-known drinker in the Ministry of War, and he is very particular about drinking. There may be few people who know the best wine in Luodu City. Perhaps few people know better than him. These years Bobby has been drinking with seniors. A lot of good wine.
Based on the experience of the predecessors, those pubs with hot business generally do not have any good wine, because the real good wine must be very meticulously brewed and rigorous cellaring. If it does not have its own wine shop, the ordinary tavern owner brews it. Alcohol is not too much.
Just like the Titan Tavern, which is famous by the proprietress, the wine is very average.
However, not everyone cares about whether the wine is good or not. Many people pay attention to the atmosphere and who they drink with.
If Senior was still there, even if he was sitting on the side of the road with a bottle of inferior fruit wine, he would have been drinking very happily.
Of course, if the seniors were here, they would be very happy to find a good wine in this new tavern.
McGonagall also noticed the visitor who came in. From the familiar uniform, he could tell that he was a military officer, but his position was not high and his expression was unfavorable. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested well.
Judging from the experience of the Ministry of War in the past few days, his appearance is not difficult to understand. Even if he can come here to drink at this time, it shows that he is indeed far from the core power circle of the Ministry of War.
"Hello, what to drink?" McGonagall asked, standing behind the bar.
Bobby returned to his senses, looked at McGonagall, pointed to the glass in front of Irina and said, "Please give me a bottle of wine like that lady."
"Moutai, a bottle of two thousand copper coins, there are still food to go with, do you need it?" McGonagall reminded the price.
The income of officials of the Lowes Empire is actually not very high. Like this uncle who is erupting in the middle-aged crisis, he earns about 10,000 copper coins a month. Whether he will spend 2,000 copper coins to get a bottle of Moutai is not an absolute matter.
"Two thousand copper coins?" Bobby frowned slightly. The price is indeed much more expensive than the usual wine. Even the wine delivered to you by the lady of the Titan tavern opposite is only 50 copper coins.
"Yes." McGonagall nodded, keeping the temperature and proper distance.
Bobby thought for a while and said: "Ask for a bottle, and then a peanuts for the alcoholic, and give me two wine glasses."
Compared with the two thousand copper coins a bottle of Moutai and the two thousand copper coins a bottle of whiskey, the 30 copper coins of the alcoholic peanut seems to be too affordable.
Bobby has no appetite, so he didn't order the other two strange-looking snacks, pig ears and pig tongue. Isn't this kind of things that only the slums can take home to cook and eat?
"Okay." McGonagall nodded slightly, took a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet, took two more wine glasses, poured a stack of drunkard peanuts, and sent them to the Bobbi table sitting at the door, "Please Slow use."
"Thank you." Bobby nodded slightly and picked up the rather round white wine bottle. The bottle feels very smooth and delicate. He untied the cover cloth on the bottle, and there was a cork inside.
"Expert." If the senior was here, he would definitely give a compliment.
Senior was not there, so Bobby gave him a compliment.
"Boom~"
Pulling off the cork, the strong aroma of wine suddenly rushed to his face.
Although the restaurant was flooded with the aroma of wine, the aroma of the wine pouring from the bottle still made his eyes bright.
This is not a fruit wine. It has no fruity fragrance, but it has a more mellow and long fragrance. It should be a grain wine. But he has drunk many grain wines, and there has never been one that has such a mellow and rich fragrance.
The wine enters the glass, the color is clear and transparent, and the light is reflected in the crystal glass.
The predecessors said that good wine must be accompanied by good wine utensils.
Such a clear and transparent wine, if it is poured into an ordinary pottery cup, there is nothing to see, but it can be poured into this clean and transparent crystal cup, which is purer than crystal and looks even more high-end.
"How did this happen?" Bobby looked incredible.
Whether it is fruit wine or grain wine, no matter how you filter it, it will inevitably leave some impurities in the wine. Even if there are very few impurities, the color of the wine can never be transparent. It looks like a glass of spring water just picked up. general.
If it weren't for the fascinating aroma of wine in the small glass in front of him, Bobby couldn't believe it was a glass of wine.
"Senior, you took me to drink so many good wines. You must have never drank this wine today. Pour you a glass and taste it." Bobby put the glass of the good wine on the opposite side and was silent for a while before giving it. I poured another glass myself.
Irina, who had drunk two glasses of wine, had her eyes blurred. She looked back at Bobby, her beautiful legs frowned, and she watched McGonagall raise her eyebrows.
McGonagall shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't know what the middle-aged man was doing, but it seemed that he was not waiting for a living person.
This may be a little scary.
It should be said that he came to drink with the dead.
Oh, no, it should be to remember the predecessors.
Many people died in these days of the Ministry of War. It seems that there must be someone close to this guest, but I don't know if he knows some relevant information.
McGonagall looked at Bobby calmly, thinking about how to make words from him after he was drunk for a while.
"Senior, this first cup, to you for your support back then." Poppy raised his glass and drank it with his head up.
Ok……
It is different from general wines that are clear and sweet, and is also different from general slightly bitter grain wines. The taste of this wine is soft, and the strong aroma of the wine seems to erupt in the mind, permeating into the limbs, delicate and elegant taste, clear and sweet. Cool, slipping between the lips and teeth.
After swallowing, the fragrance of the lips and teeth leaves an endless aftertaste.
Bobby's hand holding the wine glass has not been put down for a long time, and his face is full of shock and aftertaste.
Over the years, he has become a half-expert with his predecessors. This wine is definitely the best wine he has ever drunk in his life, not one of them!
Somehow, some things from the past suddenly flashed in his mind. Two middle-aged men who wandered around in a street pub, two middle-aged men who helped each other after being drunk and vomited all the way, two drunk tinctures Drunk holding the man sleeping on the street...
Bobby's emotions broke down instantly, and he began to sob and cry.
That was his most respected senior, that was his best drinker in his life, and that was his brother who had a fateful relationship...
Overnight, there was nothing, even his family and mansion.
He just did what he was supposed to do according to the order...Why did he die, and his innocent family?
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Bobby is a good drinker, this habit was also developed by the senior boss after entering the Ministry of War.
This senior is a well-known drinker in the Ministry of War, and he is very particular about drinking. There may be few people who know the best wine in Luodu City. Perhaps few people know better than him. These years Bobby has been drinking with seniors. A lot of good wine.
Based on the experience of the predecessors, those pubs with hot business generally do not have any good wine, because the real good wine must be very meticulously brewed and rigorous cellaring. If it does not have its own wine shop, the ordinary tavern owner brews it. Alcohol is not too much.
Just like the Titan Tavern, which is famous by the proprietress, the wine is very average.
However, not everyone cares about whether the wine is good or not. Many people pay attention to the atmosphere and who they drink with.
If Senior was still there, even if he was sitting on the side of the road with a bottle of inferior fruit wine, he would have been drinking very happily.
Of course, if the seniors were here, they would be very happy to find a good wine in this new tavern.
McGonagall also noticed the visitor who came in. From the familiar uniform, he could tell that he was a military officer, but his position was not high and his expression was unfavorable. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested well.
Judging from the experience of the Ministry of War in the past few days, his appearance is not difficult to understand. Even if he can come here to drink at this time, it shows that he is indeed far from the core power circle of the Ministry of War.
"Hello, what to drink?" McGonagall asked, standing behind the bar.
Bobby returned to his senses, looked at McGonagall, pointed to the glass in front of Irina and said, "Please give me a bottle of wine like that lady."
"Moutai, a bottle of two thousand copper coins, there are still food to go with, do you need it?" McGonagall reminded the price.
The income of officials of the Lowes Empire is actually not very high. Like this uncle who is erupting in the middle-aged crisis, he earns about 10,000 copper coins a month. Whether he will spend 2,000 copper coins to get a bottle of Moutai is not an absolute matter.
"Two thousand copper coins?" Bobby frowned slightly. The price is indeed much more expensive than the usual wine. Even the wine delivered to you by the lady of the Titan tavern opposite is only 50 copper coins.
"Yes." McGonagall nodded, keeping the temperature and proper distance.
Bobby thought for a while and said: "Ask for a bottle, and then a peanuts for the alcoholic, and give me two wine glasses."
Compared with the two thousand copper coins a bottle of Moutai and the two thousand copper coins a bottle of whiskey, the 30 copper coins of the alcoholic peanut seems to be too affordable.
Bobby has no appetite, so he didn't order the other two strange-looking snacks, pig ears and pig tongue. Isn't this kind of things that only the slums can take home to cook and eat?
"Okay." McGonagall nodded slightly, took a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet, took two more wine glasses, poured a stack of drunkard peanuts, and sent them to the Bobbi table sitting at the door, "Please Slow use."
"Thank you." Bobby nodded slightly and picked up the rather round white wine bottle. The bottle feels very smooth and delicate. He untied the cover cloth on the bottle, and there was a cork inside.
"Expert." If the senior was here, he would definitely give a compliment.
Senior was not there, so Bobby gave him a compliment.
"Boom~"
Pulling off the cork, the strong aroma of wine suddenly rushed to his face.
Although the restaurant was flooded with the aroma of wine, the aroma of the wine pouring from the bottle still made his eyes bright.
This is not a fruit wine. It has no fruity fragrance, but it has a more mellow and long fragrance. It should be a grain wine. But he has drunk many grain wines, and there has never been one that has such a mellow and rich fragrance.
The wine enters the glass, the color is clear and transparent, and the light is reflected in the crystal glass.
The predecessors said that good wine must be accompanied by good wine utensils.
Such a clear and transparent wine, if it is poured into an ordinary pottery cup, there is nothing to see, but it can be poured into this clean and transparent crystal cup, which is purer than crystal and looks even more high-end.
"How did this happen?" Bobby looked incredible.
Whether it is fruit wine or grain wine, no matter how you filter it, it will inevitably leave some impurities in the wine. Even if there are very few impurities, the color of the wine can never be transparent. It looks like a glass of spring water just picked up. general.
If it weren't for the fascinating aroma of wine in the small glass in front of him, Bobby couldn't believe it was a glass of wine.
"Senior, you took me to drink so many good wines. You must have never drank this wine today. Pour you a glass and taste it." Bobby put the glass of the good wine on the opposite side and was silent for a while before giving it. I poured another glass myself.
Irina, who had drunk two glasses of wine, had her eyes blurred. She looked back at Bobby, her beautiful legs frowned, and she watched McGonagall raise her eyebrows.
McGonagall shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't know what the middle-aged man was doing, but it seemed that he was not waiting for a living person.
This may be a little scary.
It should be said that he came to drink with the dead.
Oh, no, it should be to remember the predecessors.
Many people died in these days of the Ministry of War. It seems that there must be someone close to this guest, but I don't know if he knows some relevant information.
McGonagall looked at Bobby calmly, thinking about how to make words from him after he was drunk for a while.
"Senior, this first cup, to you for your support back then." Poppy raised his glass and drank it with his head up.
Ok……
It is different from general wines that are clear and sweet, and is also different from general slightly bitter grain wines. The taste of this wine is soft, and the strong aroma of the wine seems to erupt in the mind, permeating into the limbs, delicate and elegant taste, clear and sweet. Cool, slipping between the lips and teeth.
After swallowing, the fragrance of the lips and teeth leaves an endless aftertaste.
Bobby's hand holding the wine glass has not been put down for a long time, and his face is full of shock and aftertaste.
Over the years, he has become a half-expert with his predecessors. This wine is definitely the best wine he has ever drunk in his life, not one of them!
Somehow, some things from the past suddenly flashed in his mind. Two middle-aged men who wandered around in a street pub, two middle-aged men who helped each other after being drunk and vomited all the way, two drunk tinctures Drunk holding the man sleeping on the street...
Bobby's emotions broke down instantly, and he began to sob and cry.
That was his most respected senior, that was his best drinker in his life, and that was his brother who had a fateful relationship...
Overnight, there was nothing, even his family and mansion.
He just did what he was supposed to do according to the order...Why did he die, and his innocent family?
Bobby is a good drinker, this habit was also developed by the senior boss after entering the Ministry of War.This senior is a well-known drinker in the Ministry of War, and he is very particular about drinking. There may be few people who know the best wine in Luodu City. Perhaps few people know better than him. These years Bobby has been drinking with seniors. A lot of good wine.Based on the experience of the predecessors, those pubs with hot business generally do not have any good wine, because the real good wine must be very meticulously brewed and rigorous cellaring. If it does not have its own wine shop, the ordinary tavern owner brews it. Alcohol is not too much.Just like the Titan Tavern, which is famous by the proprietress, the wine is very average.However, not everyone cares about whether the wine is good or not. Many people pay attention to the atmosphere and who they drink with.If Senior was still there, even if he was sitting on the side of the road with a bottle of inferior fruit wine, he would have been drinking very happily.Of course, if the seniors were here, they would be very happy to find a good wine in this new tavern.McGonagall also noticed the visitor who came in. From the familiar uniform, he could tell that he was a military officer, but his position was not high and his expression was unfavorable. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested well.Judging from the experience of the Ministry of War in the past few days, his appearance is not difficult to understand. Even if he can come here to drink at this time, it shows that he is indeed far from the core power circle of the Ministry of War."Hello, what to drink?" McGonagall asked, standing behind the bar.Bobby returned to his senses, looked at McGonagall, pointed to the glass in front of Irina and said, "Please give me a bottle of wine like that lady.""Moutai, a bottle of two thousand copper coins, there are still food to go with, do you need it?" McGonagall reminded the price.The income of officials of the Lowes Empire is actually not very high. Like this uncle who is erupting in the middle-aged crisis, he earns about 10,000 copper coins a month. Whether he will spend 2,000 copper coins to get a bottle of Moutai is not an absolute matter."Two thousand copper coins?" Bobby frowned slightly. The price is indeed much more expensive than the usual wine. Even the wine delivered to you by the lady of the Titan tavern opposite is only 50 copper coins."Yes." McGonagall nodded, keeping the temperature and proper distance.Bobby thought for a while and said: "Ask for a bottle, and then a peanuts for the alcoholic, and give me two wine glasses."Compared with the two thousand copper coins a bottle of Moutai and the two thousand copper coins a bottle of whiskey, the 30 copper coins of the alcoholic peanut seems to be too affordable.Bobby has no appetite, so he didn't order the other two strange-looking snacks, pig ears and pig tongue. Isn't this kind of things that only the slums can take home to cook and eat?"Okay." McGonagall nodded slightly, took a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet, took two more wine glasses, poured a stack of drunkard peanuts, and sent them to the Bobbi table sitting at the door, "Please Slow use.""Thank you." Bobby nodded slightly and picked up the rather round white wine bottle. The bottle feels very smooth and delicate. He untied the cover cloth on the bottle, and there was a cork inside."Expert." If the senior was here, he would definitely give a compliment.Senior was not there, so Bobby gave him a compliment."Boom~"Pulling off the cork, the strong aroma of wine suddenly rushed to his face.Although the restaurant was flooded with the aroma of wine, the aroma of the wine pouring from the bottle still made his eyes bright.This is not a fruit wine. It has no fruity fragrance, but it has a more mellow and long fragrance. It should be a grain wine. But he has drunk many grain wines, and there has never been one that has such a mellow and rich fragrance.The wine enters the glass, the color is clear and transparent, and the light is reflected in the crystal glass.The predecessors said that good wine must be accompanied by good wine utensils.Such a clear and transparent wine, if it is poured into an ordinary pottery cup, there is nothing to see, but it can be poured into this clean and transparent crystal cup, which is purer than crystal and looks even more high-end."How did this happen?" Bobby looked incredible.Whether it is fruit wine or grain wine, no matter how you filter it, it will inevitably leave some impurities in the wine. Even if there are very few impurities, the color of the wine can never be transparent. It looks like a glass of spring water just picked up. general.If it weren't for the fascinating aroma of wine in the small glass in front of him, Bobby couldn't believe it was a glass of wine."Senior, you took me to drink so many good wines. You must have never drank this wine today. Pour you a glass and taste it." Bobby put the glass of the good wine on the opposite side and was silent for a while before giving it. I poured another glass myself.Irina, who had drunk two glasses of wine, had her eyes blurred. She looked back at Bobby, her beautiful legs frowned, and she watched McGonagall raise her eyebrows.McGonagall shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't know what the middle-aged man was doing, but it seemed that he was not waiting for a living person.This may be a little scary.It should be said that he came to drink with the dead.Oh, no, it should be to remember the predecessors.Many people died in these days of the Ministry of War. It seems that there must be someone close to this guest, but I don't know if he knows some relevant information.McGonagall looked at Bobby calmly, thinking about how to make words from him after he was drunk for a while."Senior, this first cup, to you for your support back then." Poppy raised his glass and drank it with his head up.OkIt is different from general wines that are clear and sweet, and is also different from general slightly bitter grain wines. The taste of this wine is soft, and the strong aroma of the wine seems to erupt in the mind, permeating into the limbs, delicate and elegant taste, clear and sweet. Cool, slipping between the lips and teeth.After swallowing, the fragrance of the lips and teeth leaves an endless aftertaste.Bobby's hand holding the wine glass has not been put down for a long time, and his face is full of shock and aftertaste.Over the years, he has become a half-expert with his predecessors. This wine is definitely the best wine he has ever drunk in his life, not one of them!Somehow, some things from the past suddenly flashed in his mind. Two middle-aged men who wandered around in a street pub, two middle-aged men who helped each other after being drunk and vomited all the way, two drunk tinctures Drunk holding the man sleeping on the street...Bobby's emotions broke down instantly, and he began to sob and cry.That was his most respected senior, that was his best drinker in his life, and that was his brother who had a fateful relationship...Overnight, there was nothing, even his family and mansion.He just did what he was supposed to do according to the order...Why did he die, and his innocent family?
