Shock!

  This was what Kurt and Fergus felt after tasting the whiskey.

  This liquor that smelled like a failure initially had a shocking and mesmerizing taste hidden under that toasted and smokey smell.

  It was like a wild man with a rugged exterior, yet with astonishing knowledge. He shared his knowledge slowly, making people unable to resist getting lost in it.

  After a long time, the two of them put down their empty glasses at the same time. “If this was presented at the liquor-tasting event, how many points would you give it?” Fergus asked Kurt. “Without any doubt, 10 points,” Kurt replied matter-of-factly.

  “We should be glad that Mr. Hades brought Maotai, otherwise it wouldn’t have looked good if we had contradicted ourselves on stage.” Fergus chuckled.

  “The young are to be feared. A genius has emerged in our Rodu city.” Kurt couldn’t help but praise Mag

  “Not only does he brew great liquor, even his side dishes are so scrumptious.” Fergus swallowed the pig ears salad before popping a few peanuts into his mouth.

  The two of them were completely bowed over by Mag.

  He wasn’t being arrogant; instead, he had the strength to match his attitude.

  The two of them drank the liquor with the delicious side dishes. Soon, they finished the whiskey and Maotai. Kurt pressed one hand against the table with narrowed eyes, and said, “Sh-should we or-order another two bottles?”


  “Come… cheers…” Fergus mumbled his reply under the table.

  Mag went out to get their coachmen and servants, and just carried them away.

  Amy propped her chin on her hands as she watched them being carried away, and smilingly said, “See, I said they wouldn’t need another bottle.”


  To this world, the 40 to 50% Maotai and whiskey were definitely hard liquor.

  Those who boasted that they wouldn’t get drunk no matter how much they drank were usually drinking ratafia and wine that didn’t have much alcohol content. As long as their urinary systems could catch up, It wasn’t strange that they wouldn’t get drunk. There were many new customers at Saipan Tavern today. They, who hadn’t tried hard liquor before, got drunk quickly.

  Fortunately, those who could afford liquor that cost 2000 copper coins a bottle would have coachmen and servants whenever they go out. That saved Mag a lot of trouble.

  It was very harmonious at Saipan Tavern.

  However, Titan Tavern wasn’t doing very well.

  The reopened Titan Tavern had changed its drink list. It was only selling the 30 years old aged Titan Liquor that cost 3000 copper coins per bottle now.

  The cheap and abundant Titan Liquor was removed, along with those cheap liquor brands that she sold on behalf of other taverns.

  This meant giving up all of Titan Tavern’s recent regular customers. She was rejecting them by setting a price that they couldn’t afford.

  This caused the displeasure of many regulars who came to drink. They congregated at the door, asking Eiffie for an explanation.

  Eiffie came out and looked at the 10-odd regulars at the door. She bowed to them first before straightening, and said, “I’m sorry, gentlemen. Thank you for your support in all these years, but Titan Tavern has to upgrade itself. In order to carry on my father’s will and make Titan Tavern the best tavern in Rodu, I have to set it back to its original position before moving it forward with all my might.”


  The customers all fell silent.

  “Lady boss, are you not selling drinks to us anymore? 3000 copper coins is really too expensive. We can’t afford it even if we don’t drink for a month,” a middle-aged man said with a bitter smile.

  “Yes. Even 1000 copper coins a glass is too expensive,” someone chimed in.

  Eiffie looked at all of them, and pursed her lips. She almost couldn’t bear it.

  “This is the Titan Liquor that just got the gold award, personally brewed by Master Marcus back then and aged for 30 years in a cellar. “It’s already very reasonable that the lady boss is willing to take it out and sell it for 3000 copper coins a bottle.

  “If it was being sold in the five main taverns in Rodu now, don’t even think of drinking a glass of it without 10,000 copper coins,” a customer who just stepped out of the tavern said to those customers, slightly drunk. “You guys should feel gratified. After all, you are all respectable people who used to drink Titan Liquor daily.”


  After saying that, the man whistled, stumbled onto a horse-drawn carriage parked at the roadside, and left. All of them looked at one another after hearing that. They felt empty, and dispersed.

  Eiffie watched the regular customers go away, and felt a sense of loss instantly.

  A customer watching at the side consoled her, “Miss, don’t think so much. Customers come and go. They don’t have any loyalty. It’s all because of the cheap price.”


  Eiffie regained her wits, and turned to look at the person who spoke up. She felt the middle-aged man in front of her looked a little familiar, and then her eyes lit up suddenly. “You are Mr. Pasaca.”


  “I didn’t expect you to remember me.” That middle-aged man was quite taken aback too.

  “You came to drink at the tavern almost every day back then, and you always took the seat near the door. Besides drinking, your favorite side dish was the preserved radish strips my mother made.” Eiffie nodded with a smile. “You used to let me top up preserved radish strips back then, and you would tip me, so I remember you.”


  Pasaca nodded, and lamented, “Yes, the preserved radish strips your mother made and the liquor your father brewed are my most treasured memories.

  “I heard that you brought the 30-year-old Titan Liquor that your father kept in the cellar to the liquor tasting-event yesterday, and promised to supply a certain quantity of it every day, so I came to take a look.”


  “Yes. Please come in. We have about 10 bottles left today,” Eiffie answered with a smile.

  “You’ll have to keep a bottle for me, then.” Pasaca’s eyes lit up, and he followed her in. He saw an empty seat at the door and sat down.

  Soon, Eiffie came over with a bottle of liquor and a plate of preserved radish strips, and placed them in front of Pasaca.

  “Although the liquor I brewed isn’t as good as my dad’s, I learned how to make preserved radish strips from my mother,” Eiffie smilingly

  said.

  Pasaca picked up a golden preserved radish strip with the chopsticks and took a bite.

  Crunch

  The crunchy texture and the savory and sweet taste made Pasaca raise his eyebrows and reveal a joyful smile.

  “I always felt that you resembled your mother. You even inherited her skills at making the preserved radish strips. It’s very delicious, and tastes just like before.” Pasaca put down his chopsticks, and gave Eiffie a thumbs-up.

  “Thank you, please enjoy them.” Eiffie turned to walk away with a smile spreading on her face.

  Yes. Customers come and go. Only the taste can make a customer loyal.

  Even though over 10 years had passed, they would still come and check it out, searching for the taste in their memories as soon as they heard the news.

  Eiffie suddenly knew what she had to do.

  She should satisfy those customers who came enthusiastically.

  This was what she should do.