svetikya Chapter 578 So I ate something very disgusting?
Chapter 578 So I ate something very disgusting?
"It's really amazing..."
"Thank you for the compliment. I've never been bad at this." Next to him was a man who was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. To be honest, he was not young, but not old either. At this time, he was not young. He stared at the other person's face and asked a question, "What's your name?"
"Hmm? My name is Red... My father worships the Red King very much, but it is very disrespectful to put the name of the god in one's own name, so I took the first character of the god and the color red, which represents the sun."
"Your name is really popular... I don't mean anything strange, I just think this name reminds me of many works..."
"Maybe because it's a common name?"
"I can't just call you Xiaohong, so I'll just call you Chihong from now on..."
If it is a female, she can be called Xiao Chihong, but if it is a male, you can only call her by her name directly. However, I always feel that calling her by her name does not have the original sense of intimacy, and it feels a bit weird.
"Teacher, have some more to drink. This is our special wine, made with a very special technique. It's much stronger than Xumi's wine."
Looking at the wine in the glass, he lowered his head. The bright moon shone through the window and was reflected in the glass. When he looked up, he saw the moon, but lowered his head again.
We are all looking at the same moon, how amazing...
"Would you like to hear me recite a poem?"
After finishing the third glass of wine, he asked the person next to him.
"Of course, I think it would be romantic to read the scholar's poems to plants."
"I know my life is like an ant, my life is like duckweed with no place to go. I don't want to look up at the bright moon, but I don't want to look down at the moon in my cup..."
(Written by the author himself! It has been more than a year since it was written, and I originally wanted to use it before)
"…It sounds like the writing style there isn't from somewhere else."
"...My hometown is a beautiful place. There are many good people there. I can eat what I like, have my own room, and have friends with whom I can communicate normally..."
"You have accomplished a lot, and everyone will remember what you have done."
"In that world, I am the weak person whom I hate the most. In that world, I am the one who deserves to be hated the most, but I also deserve happiness the most. Do you know that? My hometown is good, but my life in my hometown is not good..."
"Hmm... It feels really sad. What's the reason? Is it because of some outstanding debt?"
"No, my family can even be considered to have a better life than at least half of the people, but my life is worse than 90% of the people. Although my parents are rich, I was hungry in my childhood. At that time, I couldn't spend a penny. I had too little money. Every time I spent a dollar, my heart would hurt..."
"Your story of spending a lot of money has been known to many people. Were you so frugal in the past?"
"Huh? Spending a fortune? When did such a weird rumor start to appear?"
This is so disgusting! People who spread rumors should be caught, have peach juice poured on each of them, and then have them run for an hour in high temperature and then take a shower!
"At that time, one person set up the organization as quickly as possible and gave a sum that should be more than three times the market price."
"Hmm? That's true... But I didn't make a fortune. I just spent the money where it should be. If I was a month later, those guys would have lived in misery for a longer time. I hope they can all live happily, not..."
"...You are such a nice person."
"You should be drunk, right? You drank quite a lot just now, Red."
Looking into each other's eyes, he smiled softly.
Before I knew it, I had already finished six glasses of wine, while the other party had already finished four. His alcohol tolerance was indeed quite good, and this wine was indeed a bit intoxicating...
But I haven't been drunk for a long time, except for that special wine.
To be honest, the delicacies in the desert are generally not stews. This is because water is even more scarce, so the food here, such as meat, is not blanched, which makes the meat particularly fishy. So maybe I will eat more vegetarian food in the next two months. It turns out that the combination of meat and vegetables is best for the body.
"I'm not drunk yet, I can still drink a dozen more glasses..."
Since the other party has said so, of course you have to remember it. In fact, you want to tell the other party some true words that you don’t want to say at all. Someone has to listen to these true words, otherwise, if you keep holding them in, it will make you feel even more uncomfortable.
Why choose to tell the other person? Because no one will notice this, and the other person will drink too much and lose memory...
I only start saying this when the other person has finished his second glass and starts to feel a little dazed.
We kept drinking together, and after the tenth glass, the other person had completely lost any physical consciousness. When I took out some disgusting-looking food and put it near his mouth, he swallowed it without even struggling.
This is what the other party just said, the most disgusting food. In this situation, even if I go to the fertilizer place and scoop a spoonful for him to eat, he will agree without hesitation...
"17 cups... You seem to be breaking the record. Our record is 22..."
In fact, the alcohol content is not high, it is really very low, and it has a very ordinary taste. Of course, except that it is stronger and makes people's tongue a little numb, everything else is normal.
"Oh, is it so?"
He drank three more cups in one breath, not feeling drunk at all, pretending to be dizzy and holding his head. If he wasn't drunk, it would obviously make the other person feel uncomfortable. Regardless of whether the record holder is still alive.
"You are really amazing! I have to say that you are so amazing. It's really rare..."
"It's delicious, I mean this dish."
The dish we chose to go with the wine was a very rich flavor dish. It was some very small pieces of meat that you couldn't tell what they were, but they tasted delicious after being fried.
"Oh, these are baby snakes that have just hatched from snake eggs. They taste pretty good when fried in a pan. This is really their specialty..."
"!"
He felt like vomiting, but forget it, he shook his head and finally agreed. He had eaten insects before, whether they were grasshoppers, spiders, or those things that made people feel unable to eat at the first sight. He had eaten all kinds of things, right?
And as long as it tastes good, that's enough, there's no need to worry about the original appearance of the ingredients.