A Beekeeper in a Magical World - Chapter 175: "Lucid Dream" and "Tipsy"

The alcohol was transparent.

However, under the light, it refracted into a dazzling array of seven colors.

The rainbow-colored honey wine slowly flowed into the bottle, quickly filling it.

During the pouring process, it was evident that compared to the usual white or red wine, this honey wine had a certain viscosity.

This indicated that the sugars inside hadn’t entirely converted into alcohol.

One could roughly discern this through its aroma.

If it only contained alcohol, it wouldn’t possess such a sweet fragrance.

The “wine bladder” containing this honey wine could almost fill two 500ml bottles.

Hua Mi placed the emptied wine bladder aside, holding a bottle of honey wine in hand, observing it closely.

To be honest, he wasn’t very knowledgeable about alcoholic beverages.

Honey wine belonged to the high-end spectrum.

Due to its complex production process and expensive raw materials, honey wine was more upscale than even grape wine. As a small beekeeper, he naturally didn’t have the funds to dabble in such things before.

Setting aside the fantastical appearance of the rainbow-colored honey wine.

Based solely on its rich aroma and clarity, Hua Mi felt its quality was rather decent!

“I wonder if the effects of honey wine differ from regular honey.”

Let’s examine:

“A 500ml bottle of rainbow-colored honey wine, alcohol content approximately 31%, with a dreamlike appearance. Consuming this honey wine before sleep grants temporary access to both ‘lucid dream’ and ‘tipsy’ states during the subsequent sleep. In these states, the dreamer can control their dreams at will, experiencing sensory and emotional stimuli almost akin to reality, and with a probability of intruding into another person’s dreams. However, it’s important to note that the quality of sleep will significantly decrease in the ‘lucid dream’ and ‘tipsy’ states, the degree depending on the content of the ‘lucid dream’.”

Hmm, compared to honey, there’s an added ‘tipsy’ state.

And this ‘tipsy’ state is rather powerful.

One might even say it’s somewhat domineering.

Forcefully intruding into someone else’s dream isn’t mere personal fun; it affects others.

It’s like someone playing a single-player game, doing well, and suddenly another player barges in and kills them, quite frustrating.

This behavior intervenes with others’ freedom.

So, Hua Mi believed this kind of honey wine shouldn’t be sold casually.

Don’t think dreams are inconsequential.

The influence of dreams on a person might be greater than we imagine.

And it’s subtle, operating at the subconscious level.

Hua Mi wasn’t just blabbering; he had researched dreams and the subconscious after coming out of the Dreamland, specifically seeking information.

“The rainbow-colored honey wine can be sold, but let’s store the honey wine for now. It’s not much anyway, at most thirty to forty bottles. I’ll keep it for personal use.”

Hua Mi swirled the wine bottle in his hand.

What’s the significance of 31% alcohol content?

Since he didn’t usually enjoy alcohol, he only knew this number was higher than beer but lower than white wine.

Let’s give it a try.

Hua Mi took a small sip directly from the bottle.

As the honey wine flowed into his throat, accompanied by a slight heat, it traveled warmly into his stomach.

This wine… bitter-sweet.

Bitter and sweet.

After swallowing, the aftertaste was predominantly sweet.

Overall, the taste was rather good!

Even someone like him, who wasn’t fond of drinking, felt inclined to have a few cups alongside a meal.

The strength was just right, neither too high nor too low.

After a sip, his face slightly warmed, and he felt a bit light-headed, but his mind remained very clear, even feeling sharper than usual.

Glancing up, he saw Xiao Zi staring eagerly at the bottle in his hand, drooling.

So, Hua Mi fetched the small wooden barrel she carried—a cap-sized container—and poured her a barrel of wine.

“Here, have some.”

Xiao Zi didn’t hesitate, cradling the small barrel, she gulped it down.

Goodness.

Didn’t she want to taste it first?

In a matter of seconds, she emptied a whole barrel of wine.

Considering her size, that was considered a “huge” amount.

This little wine lover.

“Burp!”

Xiao Zi suddenly shot up in the air, letting out a loud belch, her entire petite body visibly reddening at a noticeable speed.

“Hehe, hehehe!”

While laughing, the little one flew drunkenly.

Various antics followed—now flying while lying down, then rolling while airborne, even flying upside down…

Drinking so eagerly, and I thought you had a high tolerance for alcohol.

Hua Mi helplessly watched her fly onto his head, grabbing two bunches of his hair, pulling and tugging before deftly weaving a little braid…

“From now on, no more honey wine for you.”

Facing a group of eager little ones, Hua Mi said with a stern face.

This was the first rule of the Bee Speaker’s Hut.

No alcohol for the staff.

…

Chef Lei Luo was cleaning the kitchen utensils when he suddenly heard a woman’s voice outside:

“Boss, sorry to bother you.”

Looking up, he saw a young woman with hair reaching her neck waving at him.

There was still half-eaten food on the table.

She had ordered one of the dishes he had recently developed. Why had she stopped eating halfway? Was there an issue with the taste?

Highly possible.

She seemed to be the astute, picky type.

Her meticulous attire and exquisite makeup were a testament to that.

The customer is always right.

Moreover, the customer’s opinions were crucial for him to improve his culinary skills.

Lei Luo hastily wiped his hands, swiftly heading out, anxiously asking, “Is there something wrong with the dish, miss?”

“Not at all, the taste is excellent, no problems.”

She gave Lei Luo a standard smile, simultaneously handing over a business card.

Lei Luo took a look.

Chen Lin… a food writer?

Lei, the chef, hadn’t processed it yet when this woman named Chen Lin said, “I’m a food writer. I usually publish articles about food online. This dish, although a savory dish, feels remarkably fresh in taste despite its oiliness. Eating it made me experience satisfaction I’ve long forgotten.”

“If it’s convenient, can I interview you? I want to write an article about this dish.”

Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t about the dish. Good, good.

Wait, she wanted to write about this dish?

As Lei Luo pondered, his excitement gradually rose.

This was recognition of his culinary skills!

Moreover, the reviewed article would be posted online.

Regardless of her follower count, it was still a form of publicity.

Beneficial and harmless.

“Of course, no problem!”

Lei Luo happily sat opposite her, ready for the interview.

Chen Lin professionally took out a recording pen, placed it on the table, along with a compact notebook and a steel pen.

“First, I’d like to ask, does this dish have any particular significance in its name?”

“Oh, this dish is actually an improvement based on a traditional family recipe of mine…”

…

Questions and answers flowed smoothly.

Chen Lin was adept at guiding, and Lei Luo, a

mildly social-anxious person not good with words, gradually opened up, explaining the design concept, preparation process, and serving style of this dish.

Finally, he said, “As for your comment ‘oily yet not greasy,’ it’s because I added a unique ingredient.”

Chen Lin, intrigued, asked, “What ingredient?”

“A type of honey!”

“Honey?”

Chen Lin was curious, “A small amount of honey indeed reduces the greasiness, but its effect shouldn’t be this prominent.”

Lei Luo mysteriously said, “Ordinary honey won’t be this effective. I added a miraculous honey.”

Chen Lin maintained a standard smile, but inside, she was already skeptical.

Just honey, how miraculous could it be?

The owner probably didn’t want to reveal the core secret of this dish, hence using such an explanation to divert her attention.

But that was understandable.

As a food expert, she was quite open-minded in this regard.