Chapter 812 - Ice Sculpture Turning Popular (1/2)

That’s right. The first person to notice the smell was Chen Wei. After all, in terms of smelling liquor, Chen Wei was even better than Wu Hai, who had the nose of a dog.

“Um, it smells good,” nodded the novelist in agreement.

The foam remained and the aroma of the beer became more and more intense. The combination of the aroma and the cold temperature gave one an intoxicating feeling.

Gulp. The novelist directly took a large chug of the beer.

When the beer entered his mouth, it was cold but the moment the beer flowed into his throat, it warmed up before flooding his entire throat with the fragrance of the golden wheat.

“Hu, not bad,” said the novelist with a faint smile.

Then, the novelist took another chug.

This time, the beer felt even smoother. It was as if a certain switch had been switched on in his body. The moment the beer entered his mouth, a pleasant aroma emitted out his mouth.

The beer was cold while his body was warm. Before long, the novelist’s face was flushed red and he felt a warm sensation in his skull, a warmth that spread all over his body.

This was a mild and gentle warmth, a warmth that spread from the inside to the outside.

“It’s good, and is unlike the lager beers where the acerbic taste lingers on unceasingly,” Chen Wei nodded and remarked as he drank. With a single breath, he finished half the beer in his mug.

For Chen Wei, when the beer entered his mouth, a slightly bitter taste would spread out starting from the tip of his tongue. Yet before the bitterness felt overwhelming, the fragrance of the alcohol appeared and flooded his mouth. And when he swallowed the beer down, it felt extremely smooth and refreshing.

“Worthy of being Boss Yuan’s liquor. It’s good,” Chen Wei said before taking another chug. This time, he finished nearly half the mug again, leaving only a tiny portion of the beer.

“Ahhh…” Chen Wei couldn’t help himself but moan in satisfaction.

“The beer is refreshing and does not feel bitter at all. The aroma of the beer is thick, and the fragrance of the wheat is pleasant. This is an excellent draught beer,” Chen Wei remarked as he laid the mug down.

“It is indeed good. In the past, I have always thought that beers are bitter and tart. Although this beer is bitter as well, it was not tart, and the bitterness feels good in a way,” Yin Ya remarked as she drank.

“Yes, the beer is good,” even Jiang Changxi, the alcoholic, nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“Sigh, defeated again,” Fang Heng lamented while frowning even as he drank without a stop.

“Haha, don’t worry. You will never be able to surpass Boss Yuan,” Chen Wei said with a laugh.

“Why are you being so honest?” Fang Heng glared at Chen Wei.

“I can’t be bothered with you. Shen Min, one more mug. In the future, this will be my personal mug,” Chen Wei said as he lifted his mug without a single drop of beer within.

“That’s right. Boss Yuan had mentioned that the mugs will belong to those whose names are carved on it,” Shen Min nodded.

She had forgotten to tell them this before.

“That sounds good. It feels better to have a personal mug here,” Jiang Changxi said, somewhat jealous.

“That’s really good,” Yin Ya blushed when she thought of the fact that a mug with her name carved on it was now residing in Yuan Zhou’s restaurant.

“This is a good idea. I need to learn from it and custom-make some glasses for my customers,” Fang Heng said honestly.

“Tsk tsk, what a businessman,” said the novelist.

“Don’t worry, I will get Boss Yuan’s permission before I do that. After all, I am learning from Boss Yuan,” Fang Heng said.

“Alright, continue drinking. One more glass for me,” Jiang Changxi pointed at the mug and said.