On Sunday, July 7th, 777, in the world of Himlear, a rural noble family welcomed their seventh child—a seemingly ordinary girl who, from birth, appeared to have an indissoluble bond with the numb...
"Can I have some Gudong chicken stew? It would be even better if there was some Popom porridge. Ah... Of course, if you don't have that, don't force yourself. Anything will do!"
"Haha, that's annoying~, customer, you really love to joke around. Didn't I say we have everything? Even if we don't have anything, I can go get it for you right now. Do you have anything else you need~?"
Yamen was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, after giving her the money, this dangerous signboard girl became so easy to talk to, and he relaxed a little for a moment.
So, without noticing that Monroe and the other two were still lowering their heads, he smiled and said:
"Could you please change this drink for me?"
Snap!
The wooden pallet was suddenly crushed at two corners.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
The poster girl stared at Yamen with a smile.
"Excuse me, sir, what happened to our wine?"
"Uh, this..."
Yamen silently lowered his head and looked at the black wine in front of him, which was as clear as water and in which a flying insect was swimming.
“… …”
As we all know, black wine should be black.
"Excuse me, do you have any opinions about my most authentic black wine?"
"... ...no comment."
“Ah~!”
The tense atmosphere disappeared in an instant.
"Sir, you have good taste. Please wait a moment. Your meal will be here soon~!"
Then, the poster girl with a bright smile turned and left briskly.
After a long silence.
Yamen finally looked up.
"Do you usually drink in places like this?"
"Well... after all, the prices here are very cheap." Monroe picked up the wine glass nonchalantly and took a big gulp of the so-called black wine.
“Ahaha~!”
He put down his glass with relief.
"Don't worry too much! Ignore the problem with the drink itself, it's still drinkable~ Oh, by the way, thank you for the money~!"
“… …?”
Yamen looked skeptical.
Is this wine really okay?
"Don't force it."
Luggie spoke.
"Brother Monroe is used to drinking low-quality wine, so he thinks it's okay. You don't have to be like him."
"Really... Then I guess I won't drink it."
Amen silently pushed the wine glass away from him.
But after Lu Ji said this, even Lor picked up the wine glass and started drinking.
“… …”