Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The aroma of the wine is overflowing, and among the rich aroma, there is also a hint of oak aroma.

Byron's hands froze, and he couldn't help taking another sip of the wine, only to feel that he was a little bit drunk when he smelled it.

Even Luna, who doesn't usually drink alcohol, her eyes lit up when she smelled the aroma of the wine, she didn't feel greedy, but she just thought it was a very special and impressive fragrance.

"Mr. McGonagall, you... oh, you really make me ashamed." Byron looked at the opened wine bottle with a bit of helplessness in his expression, but he looked at Mag a little more. A sense of closeness to juniors.

"If you are ashamed, then I will be guilty." Mag took three wine glasses, and filled two of them. Gina's wine glass was half full, and she raised the glass and said, "Punish yourself first." , drank it all in one gulp.

"Sit down, have a drink and talk about crimes. You treat me with this good wine, I don't even know what to say." Byron looked at Mag with more and more satisfaction.

"It's all in the wine." Mag held the glass and touched him.

"That's right." Byron also picked up the glass, and the amber rum was shaking slightly in the crystal glass. The clear and translucent liquid could not see any impurities, like gems, which made people intoxicated.

He put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip. The delicate and sweet taste makes people intoxicated unconsciously. The rich aroma has a hint of woodiness, which can only be emitted by aging wine stored in oak barrels. The wonderful taste, and the thick taste, and the lingering aftertaste that remained in his mouth after swallowing made him unable to help closing his eyes.

This is fifty year old rum!

The long aftertaste made him seem to see the annual rings of history.

In the deep wine cellar, the brewed rum lies in barrels made of century-old oak and ferments quietly.

An old winemaker is sitting on the barrel, drinking wine, and seems to be waiting for the wine to come out of the cellar.

Byron opened his eyes, with tears in his eyes, nodded and said, "As expected of fifty-year-old rum, good wine!"

This is indeed the brewing of Master Sim, and there is no other person in the world who can brew such wine.

It never occurred to him that he just came to have a simple meal, but he could drink such good wine that he could not even dream of.

"Then you have to drink two more glasses today." Mag smiled and picked up the chopsticks, "Come on, eat more food,

Let's drink slowly. "

"Okay." Byron picked up the chopsticks and picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth. The crispy peanuts have a spicy taste, the more you chew, the more fragrant they become, and they are a little bit on the top, which is really a perfect match with wine.

With good wine and good food, the conversation between Mag and Byron gradually opened up.

McGonagall had a good impression of this old gentleman. He was a very special person who was in a high position but cared about basic education and academic research after getting along with him simply in Luodu.

Only such a person can educate a woman like Luna.

You must know that there are many ladies in Luodu city, but they can't even choose who to marry.

Byron looked at Mag, nodded again and again, his eyes full of smiles.

"I heard from Luna that I hope the academy can be built. You have given me a lot of help. I respect you for this glass." Byron was already a little drunk, looking at Mag with his glass.

"I hope that the school can be built, it is all thanks to Teacher Luna, and I just helped a little." Mag picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him, and said with a smile.

"You, you don't need to be humble." Byron shook his head, "Luna raised these children's problems with me several times in the past two years, and I can't do anything about them. I can only ask her to help if she can.

But as soon as you came, the foundation was successfully established, the money was in place, and the relationship was in place. I hope that the academy can be built in such a short period of time.

I have also been in the officialdom for decades, and I understand these things. Luna has met a nobleman. "

Luna, who was cooking at the side, paused with her hand holding the braised pork, and looked at Mag.

"I'm sorry if you want to say that." Mag put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "The construction of the Hope Academy is also a matter of great benefit to Chaos City. I don’t dare to take the credit for passing the procedures quickly in all aspects.”

Byron laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Mag on the shoulder, "You're very good, boy."

Then they talked about the implementation of the decimal and nine-nine multiplication tables. This matter was vigorously promoted by Byron, and due to its superiority, it has already begun to be tried in the Ross Empire.

After drinking for three rounds, the appetizers on the table were almost full, and Byron was already drunk.

Rum is a strong drink with a lot of stamina.

The strength of this 50-year-old wine is not to be underestimated.

"I... I think you are very good, young man..." Byron grabbed Mag's hand and nodded with relief, "I will leave Luna to you, I... I am relieved..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly lay down on the table.

"Wh...what do you mean leave it to me?" Mag raised his eyebrows, and his first reaction was whether Irina, who was taking a bath upstairs, heard this meaningless sentence.

"Grandfather..." Gina looked at Byron who was drunk, her face was flushed, this... how could she say this to Mag, they obviously have nothing.

The restaurant suddenly fell silent. Mag and Luna sat there, not knowing what to say to break the embarrassment.

"That... Grandpa was drunk and said some strange things, don't take it to heart." Gina spoke first, blushing, looking at Mag with a little embarrassment.

"Ah, it's okay, he must be worried about you being alone in Chaos City." Mag smiled and shook his head, looked at the drunk Byron, and said, "I'll call a carriage to take you back."

"Well, thank you." Luna nodded, she also wanted to escape here quickly.

Mag went out and stopped a carriage, helped Byron into the carriage, and told the coachman to help him into the house when he got there, and paid a little more for the fare.

"Luna, then you go back first, I gave the old man these two bottles of wine, you can hold them for him." Mag handed a bag into the carriage.

"Okay, thank you." Luna nodded.

The carriage started, and Luna lowered the curtain, sheaved a sigh of relief, and let go of her tightly clenched left hand, only to find that her palm was full of sweat, and she couldn't help laughing.

She reached out and touched her hot face, but she couldn't help thinking about what her grandfather said earlier, and she didn't know if he was talking nonsense when he was drunk, or if he was serious?

If he really wanted to entrust himself to McGonagall, then... should she refuse or agree?

Then she thought of the words that Vivienne often whispered in her ears, and her face became even hotter.

Of course Mr. McGonagall is good. There should be no second man in this world who is as gentle and talented as he can cook and write.