"Yesterday, a coachman sent you back to the house, saying that you were drunk in the pub." The lady poured him a glass of water and looked at him with some distress.
This kind of thing happened often over the years. She knew who her man was drinking with. Although she would mutter a few words, she felt relieved.
Even she who rarely went out had heard about the major events that happened in Luodu City in the past two days. The family of the man who drank with his man every day disappeared overnight, and the man also died in prison.
There were a lot more soldiers patrolling outside the mansion in the past two days, and the master was under house arrest in the Ministry of War and could not come back. She kept holding on to her heart for a long time.
Last night I heard that the master could go home. I cooked a table of food and waited all night, but in the end it was the coachman who sent him back drunk.
"Are you drunk?" Bobby touched his head. He didn't feel nauseous and dizzy like he did after a hangover. Instead, he felt like he had a rare good sleep, and his whole body became much more relaxed.
"You brought that bottle of wine back," the lady said, pointing to the white wine bottle on the table next to her.
"Maotai?!" Looking at the bottle, Bobby's memory suddenly became clear. He remembered that he was feeling depressed last night and wandered to Romo Street. As a result, he ended up in a pub called Saipan because of the smell of the wine.
He ordered a bottle of wine, which cost two thousand copper coins. The wine had a rich aroma and was a wine he had never tasted before.
Then...he got drunk.
Because he was so drunk, he even forgot what happened in the middle. What happened to him when he stopped the carriage and reported his home address? How did he still remember to bring back the remaining half bottle of Maotai liquor?
He got up, picked up the Maotai wine on the table and shook it. There was indeed more than half of the bottle left.
This made him a little surprised that the wine was so strong. Just half a bottle made him drunk and unconscious. You must know that he would not be drunk without three or two bottles of fruit wine on weekdays.
"This boss is very honest, and he even asked me to bring back the remaining wine." Bobby uncorked the wine and smiled as he smelled the familiar but still surprising aroma of the wine.
"Master, it's still early. You can rest for a while. I'll let them cook some porridge and eat something before you go to the Yamen." Seeing that the master was not depressed, the wife secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, please excuse me, madam." Poppy nodded, put down the wine and looked at her affectionately.
The lady was slightly startled, her eyes turned red when she looked at Bobby, and there was a smile on her face, she nodded and went out.
"Life must go on." Poppy put the wine cork back into the bottle, his eyes gradually became firmer, "Senior, I will complete your unfulfilled wish, and that will harm you and your family. That guy, I will definitely make him pay the price."
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"Huh? Who am I? Where am I?" Irina opened her eyes, blinked, a little confused.
Then she looked around and found that she was lying on the ground!
"Who kicked me out of bed?" She sat up suddenly and looked at the empty bed, with no one on it.
Moreover, there was a quilt on the floor, pillows were arranged neatly, and she was covered with a soft quilt.
"Drunk?" She remembered that she had taken a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet last night, drank some by herself, and then became drunk.
And in his drunken dream, he seemed to get up and save someone?
Or was that also a dream?
"Are you awake?" The door to the room was opened, and Mag stood at the door, looking at Irina sitting on the ground and asked with a smile.
"Well, you arranged for me to sleep on the ground?" Irina looked sideways at Mag.
"Yesterday you rolled to the ground. In order to prevent you from rolling off again, I just helped you lay your bed on the ground." Mag nodded with a smile.
"I, Irina, will never fall off the bed!" Irina said seriously, her cheeks slightly red.
"Well, let's get up and have breakfast. I cooked some porridge." Mag looked at her fondly.
"I'm serious," Irina emphasized.
"I'll go get the kids." Mag smiled and turned around to close the door.
"Hmph." Irina clenched her fists, feeling that her authority in this family had been challenged, but her stomach still growled a little, so she had to force herself to get up from the warm floor and put on her clothes. Beautiful fairy dress, went downstairs to eat the delicious breakfast porridge prepared for her.
Usually the next morning after being drunk, you will have a headache and no appetite due to hangover.
But now she doesn't feel a headache at all. Instead, she feels that the quality of her sleep last night was extremely good. She feels very energetic now and is a little hungry.
"This wine is pretty good. It helps with sleep." Irina muttered, opened the door and went downstairs.
"Last night, did I save a person or a ghost?" Irina looked at Mag and asked while drinking porridge.
McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a human or a ghost."
"Oh, it's that old guy." Irina said thoughtfully.
"They encountered an ambush at Sean's mansion. They must have fallen into Qiao Xiu's trap. It seems that he has noticed us." Mag said.
"This guy can always reverse his situation." Irina frowned.
"Yes, he is indeed talented in some aspects." Mag nodded.
Amy concentrated on finishing her bowl of porridge, and while Mag was helping her serve the porridge, she curiously asked: "Father, when will our tavern open? I haven't seen a single customer yet. "
"The tavern opened in the evening. When you were playing upstairs last night, our tavern had already received its first customer." Mag said with a smile.
"Is that so?" Amy's eyes widened a bit, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Then can we continue to go out to eat today?"
The little guy changed the subject so smoothly that Mag couldn't refuse for a while, and he really didn't have much to do during the day. He took the children out to play, and it was really relaxing during the winter vacation, so he smiled and nodded: "Okay. , then let’s go to another place today to continue eating and having fun.”
"Long live Father!" Amy jumped off the chair, hugged Mag's neck and kissed his cheek.
Anne's face was also full of happiness.
"By the way, the two big fat geese we brought back yesterday haven't been eaten yet." Amy suddenly remembered something important, "How about we go home and eat roast geese tonight."
"Okay, okay, I will cook roast goose for you when you come back tonight." Mag promised.
After breakfast, Mag gave breakfast to Merant and Noah, and the family went out to play again.
"This family is really happy."
"Yeah, I think their tavern closed very early last night. Maybe they didn't even receive a single customer. This is the real experience player."
"It's really enviable..."
Neighbors on Romo Street looked at the family of four traveling and expressed emotion.
