Eat, eat, eat starting from the Star Sky Railway Star God!

Escaping from the noisy environment, Lesivia felt the presence of more than one person of the same kind in this dream city.

.......

At the same time, in the heart of the most prosperous Golden Hour.

There is a diligent sanitation worker somewhere far away from the crowd. He is using the big scissors in his hand to trim the extra branches in the small park next to him.

In order to restore a more realistic dream, various plants in the dream have specific growth cycles and general traces of life.

So pruning and suppressing the terminal bud dominance is necessary.

Although the physiological processes of these plants are just a poor imitation of reality.

Because there is no real sunlight, no real lights, and no real plants in dreams.

The so-called terminal bud advantages of these dream plants are just a bunch of data imitated by various functions.

It's just that for this old man, the flowers and plants he trimmed are fake, but the wages he receives are real. Of course, the time this old man spends working is also real.

After a long time, the gardener who had finished his work ordered a drink at a bar near the park with a pair of shears on his shoulders.

And ignored the strange looks from the people around him.

After all, everyone who comes here is either rich or noble, how can they look down on such a humble old man?

"Grandpa Happy, are you getting off work so early today?"

The bartender seemed not to be surprised, and he took out all kinds of expensive wine hidden on the bar with his hands.

The old man in front of me ordered a glass of ordinary-priced wine with only one or two colors.

Seeing this request, the bartender who had been working in the workplace for many years showed a smile of success.

The fewer colors, the more room the adjuster can make for small adjustments.

Because even under the light sometimes, as long as they don't drink it, most people can't tell the difference between ordinary colorless wine and expensive colorless wine.

Experienced bartenders mix three or four expensive liquors together to create a color, and then cover it with a thin layer of ordinary liquor.

Through the bartender's ingenious skills, this drink, which far exceeded the price paid by the old man in front of him, was quickly made and labeled as another cheap drink.

The old man, who was called Happy Grandpa, showed a meaningful smile, and then without saying anything else, he drank the drink he prepared with his backhand.

But after finishing the drink, the old man very gentlemanly took out a few bills from his old wallet that were worthy of these glasses of wine and placed them on the bar of the bar.

"This drink will cost me two days' wages~ You brat! You just set me up! You don't know how to save some retirement money for me! But this wine is really delicious, and my craftsmanship has improved very quickly."

"How is that possible, old man? You taught me my bartending skills. Don't you always say that one is better than the other? And as you know, I hardly sell such cheap wine here."

"Looking at how young and confused you are, you are still competing with me. No matter how similar your wine mix is, the feeling of drinking it is still different.

You can deceive your vision but not your taste. You can still tell clearly whether a wine is good or not. Do you think that in this dreamland, good wine will be cheap? Good dreams don’t come cheap, and neither does good wine. "

"What about you? You have saved so much money and given it all to us children. Have you ever thought about repaying it? You are old, and we children have saved some money, which is enough for you to enjoy your old age in this dream city. Take a good rest, can’t you?”

The bartender glanced at the shooting stars in the sky melancholy. He still couldn't figure out why the talented and gentlemanly old man in front of him...

The staff here usually use the money they earn to indulge themselves in this dream, but this old man is different.

He distributed all the money he earned to the poor and founded a small orphanage in reality.

This young bartender is the backbone of this tavern. Many civilized officials in the universe come all the way to Pinoconi just to taste his bartending skills. At the same time, he is also quite famous on the interstellar network. .

But he is just one of the many outstanding children trained by this old man.

And the name of this old man who has been tempered by years is passed down orally by the people at the bottom of Pinoconi.

"I wish you happiness" is the name of this old man.

The name is strange, but it is not so strange in line with what this old man is doing in this dream land.

At the same time, he is also called Grandpa Happy by everyone in the orphanage, but most people who have been helped by him will call him Mr. Happy.

"You told us that you used to be a gentleman in the universe, but there is no gentleman who is as tired as you every day. Listen to what we juniors have to say, my old man, your body really can't bear it. ”

"When you really fall ill, you won't be able to drink expensive wine like mine. We brothers and sisters will not let you drink and take medicine at the same time."

The bartender said earnestly, his young face was full of worry, and his brows were knitted together, looking extremely anxious.

"A gentleman is not necessarily...forget it, let's wait until then. Come on, come on, mix a drink for this friend. He is a high official."

"Good evening, old man."

Gallagher suddenly jumped out of nowhere and sat down in front of the bar while playing with the lighter in his hand.

"You are the newly appointed Sheriff, right? I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first sight." The bartender said to Gallagher respectfully.

Gallagher looked at the old man named Xingfu and said, "Stop teasing me. I am also your child. Just like him, you just like to give me some problems."

The tactful bartender immediately made a glass of relatively expensive wine and handed it to him respectfully. He also said that the other party did not need to pay for the drink, and he would pay for it this time.

The experienced Gallagher could tell the types and contents of these wines almost at a glance. After all, several of his people were bartenders.

Although he hasn't bartended for a long time, his proficiency has not dropped at all.

Gallagher roughly calculated a number in his mind, took out four bills from his pocket and placed them on the bar.

"There are still rules. If I, the boss, don't set an example, then won't the younger brothers under me have to live in Pinoconi?"

"With the remaining money, I can buy this grandpa a drink and let's have a good chat."

Good wine was served on the table. At first glance, these two old men seemed to be quite young, drinking one glass after another, but their voices were not loud when they talked.

The two old men had a tacit understanding and scolded all the top management of Pinoconi in a sinister tone.

After scolding, Gallagher immediately whispered again, "I heard that you are leaving soon? Where are you going this time? When will you leave?"

"Where did you hear that I was leaving?"

"intuition."

"You still believe this?"

"You always have to rely on intuition when making up stories, so that they become foolproof, right?"

Xingfu didn't speak. He drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. After a while, he sighed:

"Save one more person and see Him again..."

"Be safe, don't let the time come when we are all happy but you are not. If you are not happy, we will certainly not be happy either."

"I will be happy only when you are happy."

"What you say is more confusing than what I say."