Chapter 680: This is simply a slap on this wine! (Seeking a monthly ticket!)
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For the love of wine, Ian started his childhood. His father was a leather cobbler. After the war, he operated a small leather shoe workshop in the city of chaos. He specialized in custom-made shoes and bought a bottle at the end of each month. Bring wine, put it on a high window sill, and drink a small cup before going to bed every night.
When I was young, Ian had a strong curiosity about the purple-red liquid in the cup. I finally climbed to the window sill when my father went out one day, carefully pouring half a glass of wine and drank it.
The dozens of copper coins and a bottle of wine, the taste is a bit sour, but also to eat grape residue, just brewed in an immature small brewery.
But at that time, Ian thought that this was the best drink he had ever had in his life, just like a door that slowly opened in front of him.
The young Ian is too strong, and half a cup is down. Naturally, the father after being returned is a good meal.
However, once the door is opened, it will never be closed.
Since then, a hide-and-seek between him and his father has been going on for years, until he returned home to his first bottle of wine. For the first time, the two glasses were filled with wine and then sat. When his father was opposite, this hide and seek was really over.
Therefore, many years later, many people have asked him why he thought of creating Buffett Money House. His answer is: In order to drink wine in a bright and beautiful way.
What a simple original intention and desire supported him along the way.
Since he was not short of money, he took some of the proceeds from the bank to build a winery.
He always thought that wine should not be the only one, so there is Buffett.
An investment that was ridiculed by countless people began to make profits twenty years later and became one of the most prestigious wines on the Nolan continent after thirty years.
The wine produced by Buffett is called liquid gold. The high price is still highly sought after. Even the Royal Family of Los Angeles spends a lot of money every year to get a batch of special wines from Buffett.
Drinking wine, Ian is serious.
The v-class wine produced by Buffett Winery produces only three barrels a year, one bucket of Hill is kept, and the remaining two barrels are sent to Ian.
This is one of the top wines in the world, no one.
Even the king of the Los Angeles Empire, the Queen of the Elves can not taste the best wine.
However, now Ian looked at the steak in front of him, sniffing the smell of beef and wine mixed in the pavement, and the eyes suddenly smashed.
“The scent of the wine is so mellow and layered! And it’s still the taste of the beef after it’s been cooked. It’s already a lot of scent, and it’s incredible!”
Ian’s face is incredibly colorful. During the construction of the winery, he went to the wine cellar almost every day, step by step to guide Buffett’s winery to the peak. No one in this world knows better than him. liqueur.
"No, if that's the case, that's not enough." Ian shook his head slightly and still had strong confidence in the wines of his own winery. This is how the wines produced by countless top winemakers can not be compared to a restaurant. The owner's own wine.
“Guest, you can use a knife to cut the steak and then eat it.” Yabei Mia kindly hinted.
"Okay." Ian nodded, picked up the knife and fork, and gently spread the beef with a knife.
The tender beef was easily cut open by the knife, and the red wine and gravy spilled out. The smell of beef and red wine burst out and rose.
"This taste! How is it possible!"
Ian is completely stunned. If the scent of the previous wine is still a bit faint, then now that the beef is wrapped in the smell of the wine, he can no longer deceive his heart.
“What kind of wine is this? Which winery is it?”
Ian looked up at once and looked excitedly as he looked at the North Asian Mia who was preparing to go to the next table. The voice was not small.
"Well? Guest, what are you talking about?" Ami Mia looked at Ian with some puzzles. I don't know if this seemingly kind customer seems to be angry.
The guests around are also looking at this side.
"Isn't this Mr. Ian? I didn't expect him to come to the Mimi restaurant."
"Yeah, since Miss Hill became the patriarch of the Buffett family, the lord rarely appeared in the public."
"But what is the situation now? Is it that the dishes do not match the taste of the old man?"
Some guests recognized Ian and suddenly caused a small disturbance.
McGonagall, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement. It was also toward the outside of the restaurant. Listening to the conversations of the guests, I couldn’t help but watch Ian unexpectedly. I didn’t expect the father to come.
However, after thinking about it, the steam engine is not small. It may be that Hill himself has no idea, so he changed the old Buffett. This is not an incomprehensible thing. But now he seems to be not satisfied with the food.
"I mean, what kind of wine is this steak? Is it a winery?" Ian realized that she seemed to be a little too excited and slightly reduced her voice.
"This... I don't know what wine the boss used." Yabei Mia replied softly, asking for help in the direction of the kitchen.
“This is a self-brewed wine, not from any winery. Do you know what the guest has to say? Or is the steak not in line with the taste?” McGonagall came out of the kitchen and watched Ian smile.
“Do it brew?” Ian looked at McGonagall and looked at the restaurant again. He shook his head and said: “This wine can be brewed in such a place.”
“The wine used to make the steak, I only use it.” McGonagall still smiles. This father is indeed a connoisseur. The brewing of top wines requires strict control of each step. The various equipments required occupy many places. Her place, used to be inadequate when the wine cellar.
"Well, whoever brews, I don't care." Ian waved and pointed at McGonagall with some anger: "But if you use such top wines for cooking, will your conscience not hurt?"
“I think that only the top ingredients are worthy of the most delicious food. This wine is paired with black pepper steak, just right.” Meg smiled and shook his head.
“Exactly? This is simply a slap on this wine!”
“Do you know how rare it is to have such a top wine? Even the best winemakers are not guaranteed to be brewed the next time, and you are actually cooking!”
Ian glared at McGonagall, a pair of hateful iron expressions, and even his beard was trembled.
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For the love of wine, Ian started his childhood. His father was a leather cobbler. After the war, he operated a small leather shoe workshop in the city of chaos. He specialized in custom-made shoes and bought a bottle at the end of each month. Bring wine, put it on a high window sill, and drink a small cup before going to bed every night.
When I was young, Ian had a strong curiosity about the purple-red liquid in the cup. I finally climbed to the window sill when my father went out one day, carefully pouring half a glass of wine and drank it.
The dozens of copper coins and a bottle of wine, the taste is a bit sour, but also to eat grape residue, just brewed in an immature small brewery.
But at that time, Ian thought that this was the best drink he had ever had in his life, just like a door that slowly opened in front of him.
The young Ian is too strong, and half a cup is down. Naturally, the father after being returned is a good meal.
However, once the door is opened, it will never be closed.
Since then, a hide-and-seek between him and his father has been going on for years, until he returned home to his first bottle of wine. For the first time, the two glasses were filled with wine and then sat. When his father was opposite, this hide and seek was really over.
Therefore, many years later, many people have asked him why he thought of creating Buffett Money House. His answer is: In order to drink wine in a bright and beautiful way.
What a simple original intention and desire supported him along the way.
Since he was not short of money, he took some of the proceeds from the bank to build a winery.
He always thought that wine should not be the only one, so there is Buffett.
An investment that was ridiculed by countless people began to make profits twenty years later and became one of the most prestigious wines on the Nolan continent after thirty years.
The wine produced by Buffett is called liquid gold. The high price is still highly sought after. Even the Royal Family of Los Angeles spends a lot of money every year to get a batch of special wines from Buffett.
Drinking wine, Ian is serious.
The v-class wine produced by Buffett Winery produces only three barrels a year, one bucket of Hill is kept, and the remaining two barrels are sent to Ian.
This is one of the top wines in the world, no one.
Even the king of the Los Angeles Empire, the Queen of the Elves can not taste the best wine.
However, now Ian looked at the steak in front of him, sniffing the smell of beef and wine mixed in the pavement, and the eyes suddenly smashed.
“The scent of the wine is so mellow and layered! And it’s still the taste of the beef after it’s been cooked. It’s already a lot of scent, and it’s incredible!”
Ian’s face is incredibly colorful. During the construction of the winery, he went to the wine cellar almost every day, step by step to guide Buffett’s winery to the peak. No one in this world knows better than him. liqueur.
"No, if that's the case, that's not enough." Ian shook his head slightly and still had strong confidence in the wines of his own winery. This is how the wines produced by countless top winemakers can not be compared to a restaurant. The owner's own wine.
“Guest, you can use a knife to cut the steak and then eat it.” Yabei Mia kindly hinted.
"Okay." Ian nodded, picked up the knife and fork, and gently spread the beef with a knife.
The tender beef was easily cut open by the knife, and the red wine and gravy spilled out. The smell of beef and red wine burst out and rose.
"This taste! How is it possible!"
Ian is completely stunned. If the scent of the previous wine is still a bit faint, then now that the beef is wrapped in the smell of the wine, he can no longer deceive his heart.
“What kind of wine is this? Which winery is it?”
Ian looked up at once and looked excitedly as he looked at the North Asian Mia who was preparing to go to the next table. The voice was not small.
"Well? Guest, what are you talking about?" Ami Mia looked at Ian with some puzzles. I don't know if this seemingly kind customer seems to be angry.
The guests around are also looking at this side.
"Isn't this Mr. Ian? I didn't expect him to come to the Mimi restaurant."
"Yeah, since Miss Hill became the patriarch of the Buffett family, the lord rarely appeared in the public."
"But what is the situation now? Is it that the dishes do not match the taste of the old man?"
Some guests recognized Ian and suddenly caused a small disturbance.
McGonagall, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement. It was also toward the outside of the restaurant. Listening to the conversations of the guests, I couldn’t help but watch Ian unexpectedly. I didn’t expect the father to come.
However, after thinking about it, the steam engine is not small. It may be that Hill himself has no idea, so he changed the old Buffett. This is not an incomprehensible thing. But now he seems to be not satisfied with the food.
"I mean, what kind of wine is this steak? Is it a winery?" Ian realized that she seemed to be a little too excited and slightly reduced her voice.
"This... I don't know what wine the boss used." Yabei Mia replied softly, asking for help in the direction of the kitchen.
“This is a self-brewed wine, not from any winery. Do you know what the guest has to say? Or is the steak not in line with the taste?” McGonagall came out of the kitchen and watched Ian smile.
“Do it brew?” Ian looked at McGonagall and looked at the restaurant again. He shook his head and said: “This wine can be brewed in such a place.”
“The wine used to make the steak, I only use it.” McGonagall still smiles. This father is indeed a connoisseur. The brewing of top wines requires strict control of each step. The various equipments required occupy many places. Her place, used to be inadequate when the wine cellar.
"Well, whoever brews, I don't care." Ian waved and pointed at McGonagall with some anger: "But if you use such top wines for cooking, will your conscience not hurt?"
“I think that only the top ingredients are worthy of the most delicious food. This wine is paired with black pepper steak, just right.” Meg smiled and shook his head.
“Exactly? This is simply a slap on this wine!”
“Do you know how rare it is to have such a top wine? Even the best winemakers are not guaranteed to be brewed the next time, and you are actually cooking!”
Ian glared at McGonagall, a pair of hateful iron expressions, and even his beard was trembled.
For the love of wine, Ian started his childhood. His father was a leather cobbler. After the war, he operated a small leather shoe workshop in the city of chaos. He specialized in custom-made shoes and bought a bottle at the end of each month. Bring wine, put it on a high window sill, and drink a small cup before going to bed every night.When I was young, Ian had a strong curiosity about the purple-red liquid in the cup. I finally climbed to the window sill when my father went out one day, carefully pouring half a glass of wine and drank it.The dozens of copper coins and a bottle of wine, the taste is a bit sour, but also to eat grape residue, just brewed in an immature small brewery.But at that time, Ian thought that this was the best drink he had ever had in his life, just like a door that slowly opened in front of him.The young Ian is too strong, and half a cup is down. Naturally, the father after being returned is a good meal.However, once the door is opened, it will never be closed.Since then, a hide-and-seek between him and his father has been going on for years, until he returned home to his first bottle of wine. For the first time, the two glasses were filled with wine and then sat. When his father was opposite, this hide and seek was really over.Therefore, many years later, many people have asked him why he thought of creating Buffett Money House. His answer is: In order to drink wine in a bright and beautiful way.What a simple original intention and desire supported him along the way.Since he was not short of money, he took some of the proceeds from the bank to build a winery.He always thought that wine should not be the only one, so there is Buffett.An investment that was ridiculed by countless people began to make profits twenty years later and became one of the most prestigious wines on the Nolan continent after thirty years.The wine produced by Buffett is called liquid gold. The high price is still highly sought after. Even the Royal Family of Los Angeles spends a lot of money every year to get a batch of special wines from Buffett.Drinking wine, Ian is serious.The v-class wine produced by Buffett Winery produces only three barrels a year, one bucket of Hill is kept, and the remaining two barrels are sent to Ian.This is one of the top wines in the world, no one.Even the king of the Los Angeles Empire, the Queen of the Elves can not taste the best wine.However, now Ian looked at the steak in front of him, sniffing the smell of beef and wine mixed in the pavement, and the eyes suddenly smashed.The scent of the wine is so mellow and layered! And it's still the taste of the beef after it's been cooked. It's already a lot of scent, and it's incredible!Ian's face is incredibly colorful. During the construction of the winery, he went to the wine cellar almost every day, step by step to guide Buffett's winery to the peak. No one in this world knows better than him. liqueur."No, if that's the case, that's not enough." Ian shook his head slightly and still had strong confidence in the wines of his own winery. This is how the wines produced by countless top winemakers can not be compared to a restaurant. The owner's own wine.Guest, you can use a knife to cut the steak and then eat it. Yabei Mia kindly hinted."Okay." Ian nodded, picked up the knife and fork, and gently spread the beef with a knife.The tender beef was easily cut open by the knife, and the red wine and gravy spilled out. The smell of beef and red wine burst out and rose."This taste! How is it possible!"Ian is completely stunned. If the scent of the previous wine is still a bit faint, then now that the beef is wrapped in the smell of the wine, he can no longer deceive his heart.What kind of wine is this? Which winery is it?Ian looked up at once and looked excitedly as he looked at the North Asian Mia who was preparing to go to the next table. The voice was not small."Well? Guest, what are you talking about?" Ami Mia looked at Ian with some puzzles. I don't know if this seemingly kind customer seems to be angry.The guests around are also looking at this side."Isn't this Mr. Ian? I didn't expect him to come to the Mimi restaurant.""Yeah, since Miss Hill became the patriarch of the Buffett family, the lord rarely appeared in the public.""But what is the situation now? Is it that the dishes do not match the taste of the old man?"Some guests recognized Ian and suddenly caused a small disturbance.McGonagall, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement. It was also toward the outside of the restaurant. Listening to the conversations of the guests, I couldn't help but watch Ian unexpectedly. I didn't expect the father to come.However, after thinking about it, the steam engine is not small. It may be that Hill himself has no idea, so he changed the old Buffett. This is not an incomprehensible thing. But now he seems to be not satisfied with the food."I mean, what kind of wine is this steak? Is it a winery?" Ian realized that she seemed to be a little too excited and slightly reduced her voice."This... I don't know what wine the boss used." Yabei Mia replied softly, asking for help in the direction of the kitchen.This is a self-brewed wine, not from any winery. Do you know what the guest has to say? Or is the steak not in line with the taste? McGonagall came out of the kitchen and watched Ian smile.Do it brew? Ian looked at McGonagall and looked at the restaurant again. He shook his head and said: This wine can be brewed in such a place.The wine used to make the steak, I only use it. McGonagall still smiles. This father is indeed a connoisseur. The brewing of top wines requires strict control of each step. The various equipments required occupy many places. Her place, used to be inadequate when the wine cellar."Well, whoever brews, I don't care." Ian waved and pointed at McGonagall with some anger: "But if you use such top wines for cooking, will your conscience not hurt?"I think that only the top ingredients are worthy of the most delicious food. This wine is paired with black pepper steak, just right. Meg smiled and shook his head.Exactly? This is simply a slap on this wine!Do you know how rare it is to have such a top wine? Even the best winemakers are not guaranteed to be brewed the next time, and you are actually cooking!Ian glared at McGonagall, a pair of hateful iron expressions, and even his beard was trembled.
