Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Bobby loved to drink. This habit appeared when he entered the military and followed under that superior.

That superior was known to love drinking in the military, and he was very particular about drinking. He knew better than anyone which were the best taverns in Rodu, and Bobby tasted great wines with this senior for all these years.

With his senior’s experience, taverns with thriving businesses would not usually have good wine. That was because good wine would require meticulous brewing and strict requirements. Without their own brewery, ordinary tavern owners would not have too much of their own brews.

An example would be the Titan Tavern, which was famous because of its lady boss, with its mediocre wine.

However, not everyone would be particular about the quality of the alcohol when drinking. Most people were particular about the atmosphere and company.

If his senior was still around, he would probably be very happy drinking even if they were sitting by the street with only a bottle of bad-quality fruit wine each.

Of course, if his senior was still around, he would definitely be very happy to have found a new wine and this new tavern.

Mag had also noticed this customer that entered. From the ever-so-familiar uniform, Mag could tell the other party was from the military. However, he did not have a high rank. The exhaustion in his face was apparent. His blood-shot eyes told everyone that he did not seem to have had proper rest.

Based on what had happened in the military over the past few days, his exhaustion was not difficult to understand. On top of that, him being able to come here for a drink at this time showed that he wanted to stay further away from the core power struggle in the military.

“Hi, what would you like to drink?” Mag asked from behind the counter.

Bobby came back to his senses. He looked at Mag, and pointed at Irina’s glass as he replied, “Get me a bottle of that lady’s wine.”

“Maotai, 2,000 copper coins a bottle. We have side dishes to go with the wine. Do you need it?” Mag introduced the price.

Actually, the officials of the Roth Empire did not have very high salaries. This middle-aged man facing a midlife crisis would only have around 10,000 copper coins a month as his salary. Therefore, he might not spend 2,000 copper coins on a bottle of Maotai.

“2,000 copper coins?” Bobby frowned. This price was indeed much higher than that of the alcohol he had before. Even a cup of wine delivered personally from the Titan Tavern’s lady boss would only cost 50 copper coins a glass.

“Yes.” Mag nodded with appropriate warmth and distance.

Bobby thought for a while, and said, “Give me a bottle then, and a helping of drunkard peanuts. And two glasses.”

Compared to the Maotai and whiskey which cost 2,000 copper coins per bottle, the 30-copper-coins drunkard peanuts were way too affordable.

Bobby did not have much appetite, so he did not order the other two side dishes that looked a little strange. Weren’t pig’s ears and tongue things that only the peasants in slums would take back home to cook?

“Alright.” Mag nodded slightly. He took down a bottle of Maotai from the shelf and two shot glasses. After that, Mag poured a plate of drunkard peanuts out, and served it to Bobby, who was sitting by the door. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you.” Bobby nodded slightly. He picked up the white circular bottle. The bottle was very smooth. He undid the cloth sealing the bottle, and saw a cork underneath.

“Professional.” If his senior had been around, he would definitely have praised it.

Now that his senior was not around, Bobby praised Mag in his stead.