"What is the reason that makes this glass of juice so unpleasant to drink?" Werther said to himself, "It seems to have a fishy smell and a somewhat bitter taste."
This glass of juice looks exquisite and clear. Under the morning sunlight, the light orange juice sparkles like a liquid gem. If you turn it slightly, you can even see green highlights.
It also smells faintly fragrant, but it is so hard to swallow in the mouth.
At this time, the long-term worker was still muttering in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with my sense of taste? Why am I the only one who thinks this juice tastes good?"
"Yes, the color of this juice is slightly lighter than that of orange juice. It doesn't look any different, and it smells even sweeter and more attractive. What's wrong with you?" Werther asked him, "What's going on inside you?"
What materials were added?”
The long-term worker thought for a while and said: "Added orange juice, apple juice, sugar cane juice and very little wild vegetable juice."
"Are the wild vegetables you are talking about the specialty of Dawn Town?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
There is nothing wrong with these ingredients alone, but if they are added together, it is difficult to tell. It is very likely that the mixture of several juices produces such an unpleasant taste.
But orange juice, apple juice and sugar cane juice won't taste so bad when put together, so the problem lies with this wild vegetable. If so much juice is not added, the taste may be much better.
Werther remembered that Porter liked to put this wild vegetable with apples, and it tasted quite good.
He suggested: "Why don't you try putting only apple juice and a small amount of wild vegetable juice in it? It may taste much better. The color should be light green, which also gives people a fresh feeling."
"Your Highness, that tastes great, but I think it's not enough, so now I'm making a new variety that I think tastes better."
"That's it~" said Werther, "but many people think that this kind of juice is not delicious. Why don't you just add a few kinds at a time, try it out, and use whichever one tastes better."
The long-term worker showed a troubled expression: "Your Highness, this is what I do, but I find that my sense of taste is different from yours. I think this juice tastes great, but others say it doesn't taste good, so I
There is nothing we can do.”
"Ah, yes, that's the problem." Werther suddenly realized that it was precisely because of this that he made such unpleasant juice.
"Then the taste of the juice you made before was fine, but why can't you taste the taste of this cup?" Werther wondered.
"I'm also very confused. I'm a bartender in this pub. If my taste is different from others, then I won't be able to do this job!" The long-term worker looked very worried.
Werther couldn't help but guess that the unpleasant taste in this juice was due to the presence of some bad-tasting molecules. The reason why the long-term worker could not taste the unpleasant taste and only tasted the good part was because his tongue and
Unlike other people, they are unable to transmit the taste of this molecule to the brain, and thus cannot perceive this unpleasant taste.
"Maybe it's just a few cases. In most cases, you can taste it, so don't worry too much." Witte comforted him. "Next time, you can let other long-term workers taste it first. They all say it tastes good before adding it to the drink."
sell away."
"Oh, your highness is right." The long-term worker sighed, looking very frustrated, "I was too confident this time. Even though other long-term workers said it didn't taste good, I thought it tasted great.
, so he boldly sold it to
Guest."
"What? You have already sold it to the customer!" Werther opened his eyes in surprise and was instantly petrified.
"Your Highness, what do you think we should do now? You see, most of the juice on the tables of the guests stopped drinking after taking a sip, and some even spit it out directly."
Werther carefully looked at the other guests. Indeed, many guests had juice of this color in front of them, and most of them just took a sip.
Werther looked carefully again and found that the cups in front of two people were empty. The traces left on the cups looked very much like the color of this kind of juice. He said to the long-term worker in surprise: "Look, the two people over there are
Customers seem to like the juice.”
The long-term worker looked at the guests he was talking about, and then he smiled: "That's great, some customers really like it. It seems that my hard work was not in vain."
Witte thought for a while and suggested: "I think you can put this kind of juice on the menu, but you can remind the guests that the taste is special and let the guests consider it before choosing. In this way, you can find the right buyers and not
Causing resentment to guests."
"Your Highness is right, that's it!" Chang Gong said happily.
At this time, a customer came up to the long-term worker with a half glass of juice and slammed the glass on the table. His facial features gathered together angrily and his face turned red: "What kind of tavern are you here? What's wrong with this juice?"
Can it taste so bad? I believe in your craftsmanship so much. Every time you make a new drink, I will buy it. How can you let me be so disappointed this time!"
After saying that, he grabbed the long-term worker by his collar, lifted him from the ground, and threw him to the floor not far away.
He planned to continue the fight, but Werther stopped him in time. Werther grabbed his arm, pulled him behind him, and said angrily: "How can you hit someone?"
"Who are you?" the customer shouted angrily, "What does it have to do with you if I teach this useless bartender a lesson?"
"I am the owner of this tavern!" Werther said, "If you have any questions, just ask me."
There was an incredible expression on the guest's face. He originally wanted to attack Werther, but the strength of Werther just now frightened him.
He thought about it and decided not to do anything to Werther, and just said: "You don't look like the owner of this tavern. After all, you look like a noble in both clothing and temperament, but this tavern sells such unpleasant drinks to
guest."
"What happened this time is our fault. I will give you a free meal and give you delicious drinks," Witte said.
"Huh, that's pretty much it."
The guest's expression finally calmed down, he walked slowly to his table, continued to eat the food, and said to Werther: "Bring me a glass of wine."
Seeing this, other guests also ordered other drinks.
The long-term worker immediately stood up from the ground and gave the guests corresponding drinks. After serving the drinks, he walked to Witte in frustration, sighed and said: "Your Highness, so many people are exempt from the bill this time, we have charged a lot less."
Where are the silver coins?"
"It doesn't matter if we charge less silver coins. The important thing is not to let the guests complain about our tavern." Witte explained, "If they become more and more dissatisfied with the tavern, then the tavern's business may be affected."
"What you said makes sense, Your Highness~" the chief engineer nodded.
Now the guests seemed to be very satisfied, and Werther thought to himself that this was what the parchment was talking about.
Just something. Just when he was relieved, something unexpected happened to them.
A customer in high-end clothing stood up halfway through his meal and kept muttering: "It's so irritating, it's too much!"
Werther was surprised and hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Guest, why are you so angry? Is there something wrong with our tavern?"
"Of course it's not good. I ordered the new wine he made because I trusted the bartender. I didn't expect it to taste extremely bad!"
Werther opened his mouth in surprise, then looked at the long-term worker and asked: "You not only made juice with those ingredients, but also made new fruit wine with the same ingredients?"
The long-term worker lowered his head and smiled sheepishly: "Yes, Your Highness, I sold it to the guests today. But only this one customer ordered the new fruit wine."
Werther sighed helplessly and said to the guest: "I will give you a free bill and ask them to bring you delicious fruit wine. Please wait a moment."
He winked at the long-term worker, who immediately went to get other fruit wine, brought it to the guest, and placed it on his table.
"Guests please use."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the guest sat down and put a quail egg into his mouth, he frowned again and drank a few sips of the fruit wine.
Seeing him looking so uncomfortable, Werther couldn't help asking: "Guest, is there anything wrong with the food in our tavern?"
When the guest saw what he said, he threw the knife and fork hard on the table, then stared at him with hateful eyes, and said angrily: "I thought this tavern was good, but I only discovered this place recently.
It's not that good at all, not even as good as the smaller pub at the end of the street."
After he finished speaking, he said to the servant he had brought with him: "We will go to another tavern to dine next time, and we will never dine here again."
At this time, the guests in the tavern also began to whisper.
"This tavern is indeed average, but why did we like dining here so much before?"
"I prefer the food in another pub, but for some reason, I often go here habitually."
"I don't want to come here again. This may be the last time I come to this pub to eat."
"The wine here is not as good as the wine in the pub at the end of the street."
Werther couldn't help but feel worried when he heard what they said.
Soon, the guests left the tavern one after another after eating, and no one came in to dine or drink again for the next half hour.
How could this happen? Werther was extremely surprised.
The food looked very good, nothing out of the ordinary, and the drinks looked normal except for today's new juices and cider.
"I want to try these foods." Werther said to the long-term worker beside him, "Bring me some foods that customers often order. I want to taste how they taste today."
"Yes, Your Highness," the long-term worker replied, "I will get it for you right now."
The long-term worker hurried into the kitchen and told the chef about this. The chef immediately brought over the freshly made bread, barbecue, roasted quail eggs and desserts.
"Your Highness, these are the foods that guests often order." The chef looked around the tavern and said, "Why is there no one here now? I specially made these foods and waited to serve the new guests."
"I'm also very puzzled. The guests all said they don't like the food here." Werther picked up the knife and fork doubtfully.