Chapter 148 A Cup for a Silver Coin
"Of course, there are some for sale." Henry nodded with a smile, then continued, "But we're still working on the recipe, so it will take some time before it's ready for sale."
In fact, the recipe was a facade; the real value lay in the ingredients. Eggs were a rarity, and there were no domesticated chickens, only wild ones, which made acquiring eggs a challenge.
Apart from eggs, sugar was another key ingredient. Henry had recently planted sugarcane in the backyard. To start extracting sugar and such, it would have to wait until next year for large-scale promotion.
The Lord of Hyratos was taken aback. Had ever someone speak with such a deep breath? He looked at the cookies on the plate and decided to savor them slowly.
"Please be patient," Henry said calmly. He took a sip of his coffee. In the future, he would focus on selling finished products rather than raw materials
"I will look forward to it," the Lord of Hyratos replied with a sigh, picking up the coffee cup next to him. The faint aroma of milk lifted his spirits, and he took a sip.
"Hot!" The Lord of Hyratos tried to cool the coffee in his mouth, his face contorted from the heat, but he was determined not to spit it out.
Finally, the Lord of Hyratos managed to swallow the coffee, feeling a cold sweat on his forehead. But he didn't care; it was as if a new world had opened up before him, and his eyes were fixed on the coffee in his hand.
Was wormwood tea bitter? The Lord of Hyratos would slap anyone who asked that question and then gave him a good beating. Of course, it was unbearably bitter.
As for why he drank it, he would leave that to the scholars to research. After all, it was a tradition passed down from ancient times, and he simply followed the rules of the nobility.
Now, the coffee he was drinking, with its rich milky aroma and a hint of bitterness, was more than a thousand times better than wormwood tea. With this, why would he endure that suffering?
The Lord of Hyratos trembled as he held the coffee, asking eagerly, "Henry, what is this called?"
"This is called coffee... I mean, it's called milk tea," Henry quickly corrected himself. He couldn't make coffee now; there was no need to buy it from Earth when he could enjoy it himself.
"Is this milk tea for sale? I'll pay ten silver coins per pound," the Lord of Hyratos asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.
Henry smiled slightly. For someone in this era, where there were only two types of drinks, oatmeal wine and wormwood tea, the appearance of something better would undoubtedly drive people crazy.
"Of course, it's already in production, but the yield is so low that..." Henry said, making up a story about its value.
Mila's hand trembled. She knew that this fragrant coffee was only available in the private warehouse. How could Henry say it was already in production?
"I'm tired of wormwood tea!" The Lord of Hyratos slammed the table, his voice full of determination. "Money is not a problem as long as this thing can be supplied."
For someone who loved sweets, wormwood tea was a nightmare. But the witch doctors said that if you ate too many oily pastries without drinking wormwood tea, you would get sick, a belief that had been passed down from ancient times.
"My lord, did you see the paper bag for the milk tea just now?" Henry asked calmly.
"I did!" The Lord of Hyratos nodded.
"That small bag costs one silver coin, which is the value of the cup of milk tea in your hand," Henry said, surprising everyone.
The bag he was referring to was actually only twenty-five grams, while a pound was about five hundred grams. You could imagine how profitable Henry was.
"What?" The Lord of Hyratos' hand trembled, almost spilling the milk tea. He said in a hoarse voice, "Henry, are you serious?"
"No, I'm not joking. These are just for my own consumption, and I never intended to sell them as goods," Henry shook his head.
Although he wouldn't sell the coffee, Henry had already thought of an alternative. And this era could also produce it, but the yield was really low.
"Well..." The Lord of Hyratos lost all his previous confidence, staring blankly at the milk tea in his hand, but he was very surprised at Henry's extravagance, drinking this one-silver-coin drink every day.
"I'll take a gold coin's worth first," the Lord of Hyratos gritted his teeth. He could divide the small bag into three or four portions, which would save him some money.
"Okay, I'll have it delivered in ten days, along with the canned fish," Henry nodded calmly.
"Alright!" The Lord of Hyratos sat down slowly, feeling the sweat dampening his back. Just for a few things to eat, he had spent quite a bit of money.
The room fell silent, and the Lord of Hyratos quietly drank his coffee, occasionally nibbling on a piece of biscuit, making the nearby noblewomen salivate.
Henry looked at the scene with amusement, then, he handed the ceramic cup to Mila and pushed the biscuit over under the envious gazes of noblewomen.
"My lord, this time I also want to buy a batch of wheat from you," Henry spoke slowly.
"No problem!" The Lord of Hyratos was taken aback, then immediately nodded. "I'll sell it to you at a price ten percent below the market price!"
"Thank you, my lord," Henry chuckled. A ten percent discount on wheat would save him some silver coins.
"No, I should thank you, Henry. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known there were so many delicious things in the world," the Lord of Hyratos said sincerely.
"I'm just a glutton and a picky eater, so I research things that suit my taste," Henry said with a faint smile.
"That's a good habit. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the chance to taste such delicacies," the Lord of Hyratos nodded.
He could already feel Henry's pickiness, which could be described as extremely meticulous. Don't think he hadn't noticed that the utensils for eating were all self-provided.
"We've disturbed you for a long time. It's time for us to take our leave," Henry stood up slowly.
Mila, upon hearing this, quickly finished her coffee, stuffed the remaining pieces of biscuit into her mouth, and smiled shyly at the ladies who were staring at her, before picking up her backpack and following behind Henry.
"I'll see you off," the Lord of Hyratos stood up with difficulty.
"Please, no need!" Henry rolled down his sleeves, nodded with a light smile, and walked out.
The Lord of Hyratos' hand was still on the biscuit. Did he really want to send it? Clearly, he was just a fat man protecting his food.
Mila hurried to catch up. She was also curious about what milk tea was. Could it be another kind of milky coffee?
