Grandma's Tavern.

Qiao was full and drank, and comfortably squirted a big cigar in her mouth.

Several policemen in black uniforms, carrying batons and wool cloaks, stood under the street lamp poles on the sidewalk outside, whispering. Around them, groups of students came and went with large bags of things.

The business of my grandmother’s tavern is gradually rising, and the huge hall is full of energetic young men and women.

Some people are making noises loudly, showing off the lively scenes of the New Year celebration in their hometown to their companions. Some people are chanting poems, missing their relatives, friends and lovers in their hometown. Of course, some people are already drunk and talking around staggeringly, and it seems that they may cause a conflict.

The territory of the Delun Empire is too vast. It takes more than a month to arrive in some border provinces by taking a special train that is day and night, and it takes only three months to travel.

The winter vacation of several universities in the imperial capital is only a little over a month in total, and many students are destined to be unable to go home.

Therefore, the food and food street is still lively.

Even more lively than usual class.

"I like them like this." Qiao's face was blocked by the blue smoke, and his voice became very erratic.

"Well, the unlucky guy named Miken, what he said to me before he died made me feel that these guys, although sometimes they are very annoying... For example, the bastards of the fourth university who inexplicably besieged me."

"But, they are really good at this."

A burly young man who had drunk too much and another thin young man who had drunk too much, the two began to tug on whether the southerners of the Empire had a large amount of alcohol in the Empire or the northerners of the Empire had a large amount of alcohol in the Empire.

The guy who had a good thing asked the maid to serve two beer, each of which was a bronze wine glass of one liter, and each of which was twelve glasses.

Two good men who claimed to represent the southern part of the empire and the northern man, stood at the long table with red eyes amid the cheers of a group of friends, burping loudly and holding up beer glasses.

"Look at these idiots, stupid, but they are quite interesting, fun, and cute." Qiao Youran said: "It can be free and unrestrained, and you can release your nature to the fullest... Alas, I am a little younger than them, but I always feel that I am out of place with them."

"Why is this?" Weima knelt on the stool. She was petite and thin, as if she was like bean sprouts, and she kept cutting a lamb leg bone that was shiny and shiny by Qiao, and she didn't even have a trace of tendon left.

"Maybe... I've killed too many people?" Qiao's voice became very gentle: "If you do too many things like this, it always feels that it's difficult to get close to ordinary people."

Tifa narrowed his eyes and looked at Joe very seriously.

"Joe, don't think about it. Look at your clothes. You are an imperial soldier." Tifa was silent for a while. She was not good at speaking and finally put on a word to comfort Joe: "The ones you killed are all damn people."

"Maybe." Qiao picked up the wine glass and took a big mouthful of "gudong".

He patted his belly lightly and murmured, "So, I like to come here... My grandmother's food is delicious, and everyone here is very happy. Sitting here, I feel very relaxed and feel... I am far away from those strange things. I am still a flesh-and-blood, living person."

Tifa's eyes drooped, and his beautiful face wrinkled in a ball: "Why are you, you're like Gorkin?"

"Is that so? My melancholy temperament?" Qiao smiled. His smile was like a vigorous cabbage, white, chubby, tender and tender, making people feel quite appetizing.

Tifa rolled his eyes.

Weima was already standing on the dining table, and she danced and cheered for the two heroes who had already drunk three large glasses of beer.

She even took out a handful of golden marks and shouted at the nearby students: "Who will bet with me? I can win by suppressing this thin monkey... Haha, he will definitely stand at the end!"

A large group of students rushed towards this side, and they waved Jinmak and Yin Finney, shouting loudly at Weima.

Weima danced and asked the maid for paper and pen, and quickly wrote down the bets made by the students.

The two drunkards over there drank a little faster.

Especially the burly northern man, he even stared at the busy Weima here with a bad look, a little girl movie, and looked down on him. Then, he must win!

The atmosphere in the tavern became more and more vivid.

Qiao stood up, he opened his thick arms and protected Weima, shouting loudly: "Come one by one, come one by one, don't bet, don't bet...Where, how much do you bet? Five Golden Marks, can that gorilla win? Then, this beautiful girl, are you betting on this thin monkey?"

"Oh, oh, the gorilla and the thin monkey are fighting, hurry up and place bets while they are not drunk!"

Qiao smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed.

Going north from Tulun Port, the chaos encountered in Ruhr City, the troubles encountered in the imperial capital, the killings created in the Lanyin Corridor, and the miserable scenes encountered in the turmoil of the imperial capital...

There are troubles of all sizes mixed in.

All negative emotions accumulate in the pressure in the heart, and disappear in the laughter, and the impact caused by alcohol.

Qiao smiled particularly brightly, and he waved his arms and sweat faintly on his forehead.

His white face turned red. At this moment, he was like the college students around him, and he really looked like a young man.

Old Mrs. Mary stood at the door of the kitchen with a smile, quietly watching Joe dancing, and Weima, who was busy accepting bets and recording the name information of the bettor.

"Haha, youthful and energetic, it's so beautiful."

"So, I like this little guy, smoking, drinking, having a bad temper...but, he's a good guy."

"So, I don't like Margo... Haha, it's too perfect, it's actually a false thing."

"Idiot, what a fool, you're acting too much."

"If it weren't for Mata's obstruction, I would have put the turbulent black pot on you this time in the imperial capital, and then let you all..."

A deep glimmer flashed in the eyes of Old Lady Mary.

Her body shook slightly, and then her face returned to normal. She looked at the busy Qiao and Weima and nodded gently: "This little girl Weima is quite cute too... hohoho. At this age, she should be naughty."

"Well, this little girl Tifa...well, when I was young, I would appreciate her."

"But now, well, now I still like more naughty kids."

"It's naughty, but never acts absurdly."

"Ah, Makai, Magnan, you little bastards, you just like to do whatever you want."

"Hmph, humph, humph."

The old lady sneered softly.

A crisp alarm sound came from behind. The old lady turned around quickly, hurriedly put on her thick cotton gloves, ran to the oven, quickly opened the thick oven door, and pulled out a huge iron plate.

On the iron plate, pieces of butter bread with arms lengths exuded a strong aroma, and the old lady shouted happily: "Grandma's love butter bread... Little bastards, were those tables that wanted staple food just now?"

"Hey, do you want to use garlic sauce or cherry sauce?"

"Sorry, the strawberry jam has been sold out, so wait for next year!"

"Wow, are there any little bastards who want to serve with barbecue sauce? It's really a heavy taste. Well, give them a large portion of barbecue sauce with spicy... I wish them to raise themselves white and fat like the bears who are preparing to hibernate."

The bustling grandmother's tavern lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon.

The drunken students gradually dissipated, and Weima sat at the dining table with dejected expression.

She lost all the pocket money she had saved for three months, and even a fountain Su was left.

Not only that, she also borrowed more than a hundred Jinmakes from Joe before she could compensate for the lost money.

"This makes no sense..." Weima looked at Tifa pitifully: "My dearest sister..."

"Do you borrow money? Oh, last time I handled a case of usury at Tulum Port... I returned for eight out and fifteen days, and the profits were settled every seven days, and the profits were raised. During the debt repayment period, you are forbidden to spend all your shopping." Tifa stared at his sister with cold eyes and said slowly: "Don't blame me, Liya said, if you lose money, you must be educated!"

"How much do you want to borrow, my dearest sister?"

Tifa smiled slightly, his smile as beautiful as a flower, but in Weima's eyes, it was as hideous as a demon.

"Uh..." Weima fell into hesitation.

Old Mrs. Mary stood behind the counter with a smile, looking at the bargaining sisters: "Well, it's very interesting educational method, suffer a little more, so this little girl won't cause trouble in the future... However, in my opinion, children still have to beat them up every now and then to gain a memory."

Qiao took out a thick check book, and according to the account book taken out by the blonde maid, according to the total amount of the bill he signed at the grandmother's tavern, and after adding 20% ​​of the tip, he carefully wrote a check and handed it to the smiling old lady.

After putting the checkbook, Joe took out an invitation made of metal from his chest pocket with a blood-colored iron-gray border.

He gently placed the invitation in front of the old lady.

"Grandma, this is an invitation to the New Year's Celebration Celebration of the Hydra Palace...Where, I have made some contributions to the empire recently, so my father and my brother will be enthroned by the empire."

"My father, the title is about to be promoted, and my brother and I will get our own title."

"At this good time, according to the rules, every person who is awarded can invite a few relatives and friends to greet him."

"I am in the imperial capital, and your only relatives and friends are you."

"So, I solemnly invite you to attend tomorrow's celebration party."

Old Lady Mary looked at Joe with a look of surprise: "Ha? You invite me an old country lady to attend...the New Year celebration at Hydra Palace?"

"Isn't it? You are my grandmother." Qiao smiled so brightly: "Here, where is the package I just brought in? It contains the New Year gift I gave you. According to your figure, a set of dresses are customized for you. Look, how is the workmanship?"

Qiao smiled proudly.

Old Mrs. Mary clicked her mouth, blinked her eyes, and looked at the smiling fat man deeply.
Chapter completed!