Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Just angry with yourself.

Smiling, Moriyuesha put a bowl of soup in front of the girl: "Okay~ it's normal. When I used to cook, I even set the kitchen on fire."

Ying Lili hummed angrily - she can obviously do it well!

"I just read it wrong! Who told you not to put the words on sugar and salt, put the wrong seasoning, and of course add water to dilute it..."

Isn't that what painting is all about?

Moriyuesha pointed to the eel soup: "I'll take it that you put the wrong seasoning. There is no difference between sugar and salt, but what are you going to do when you put the ginger in it?"

Ying Lili looked at the yellow lump floating in the basin in surprise: "Isn't that a potato?"

Moriyuesha: ... there is still hair on the ginger skin, you are blind!

Promise me, Ying Lili.

Draw well with your hands.

"I want to cook something for you too."

Unable to hear what Ying Riri was muttering, Mori Yuesha coaxed her to finish her meal just like she was coaxing a child, so she had time to rest.

Honestly, it's more tiring than an afternoon of training at the gym.

Suddenly, a sense of saturation came from Sen Yuesha's spell void.

"Recharged"

The girl smiled and spread her hands.

Going to travel.

Section 85 Chapter1 Southampton Port

Southampton in the UK has a history of more than 1000 years.

Like the ancient mottled walls and the calm sea in the city.

Now, this sea has finally begun to have some waves.

The advent of the first industrial peak has brought many roaring and gas-guzzling cars on the road that have always been on the horse. The streamlined shells, like beetles with wheels, hurried past passers-by, stirring up dust.

The men were well-oiled, wearing blue-striped casual suits and trendy leather shoes;

The girls went even further, simply cutting their hair short and putting on short, loose-cut straight skirts.

After being suppressed for hundreds of years, now, they show their arms and thighs and walk on the street with their heads held high.

Some were playful, and even threw a few winks at the boys who passed by, and when their eyes were straight, they laughed again with the sisters.

On the flowing street, the fried chicken shop and the pocket watch shop are next to each other, and the old gentleman and the trendy guy sit side by side.

In this age that is about to turn the rudder, both old and new are enjoying the sea breeze blowing from Southampton Harbor.

The side of the port, next to the benches.

A young girl is sitting at an easel with a long oil paintbrush in her hand.

Facing the horizon, she carefully left the flock of seabirds on the canvas.

Not far away, the long-haired artist playing the violin played together with this scene, and the serenade poured out smoothly from the strings, making people suddenly return to the heyday of leather and tea fragrance 30 or [-] years ago.

Passers-by are not surprised, some hurried past, some stopped to watch for a while, I don't know whether it was the girl's graceful figure or the melodious violin playing.

A boy grinned and was left with his arm pinched by his girlfriend: he was still reluctant when he left, and looked back at the girl in a daze—

different from the women of the new age.

The oil painting girl was quiet and gentle, still wearing an 'ancient' long skirt instead of shorts and short hair;

The white lace is drawn on the waist, and it can be grasped;

Beneath the crow-feather-like eyelashes are a pair of winter-like clear eyes, staring intently at the sea.

At the end of the eye, there is a small tear mole.

Her satin-like black hair hangs down to her waist, against the backdrop of the waves and wind, like a princess from the deep sea, gently describing her hometown she has loved for many years.

When the boy grinned and left, on the bench behind him, several old gentlemen who were reading newspapers and chatting with pipes snickered.

It's nice to be young, isn't it?

If I were a few years younger...

Rubbing his pocket watch, the white-haired old man looked at the still-quiet girl.

At this time, a conversation came floating in the air.

"Hey honey, see you later?"

The talking middle-aged man wore the oily hair that was common in the times and looked very ordinary.

He wrapped his arms around the woman in his arms triumphantly, revealing the glittering golden watch on his wrist.

The wiring board of the suit is right, and the feet are shiny lace-up low-cut leather shoes.

This is a rich man.

The old gentleman looked away and unfolded the newspaper in his hand, but his ears quietly listened to the conversation.

The girl smiled charmingly in the middle-aged man's arms: "I'll see you later, when I get rid of that 'trouble', I'll go to the coffee shop to find you. Darling, I like your outfit."

The man shrugged: "I like myself too."

While chatting with the woman in his arms, he raised his hand to check the time to check the time——

The man shook his arm vigorously, as if to make the golden watch more complete: "Almost, I should go. By the way, Mary, your necklace is really good."

The girl kissed the middle-aged man's profile and rolled her eyes contemptuously: "That 'trouble' was given to me."

The middle-aged man nodded, stretched out his hand and wiped the young girl's waist, and replied without any hesitation: "Get rid of your 'trouble' earlier, Mary. My mother doesn't like women who have 'trouble'."

"I know, my dear. Hey, you are about to become my father, what do you want to do to your daughter?" Said slyly, but the young girl directly pressed the middle-aged man's chest, and the two of them Closely sticking together, the body rubs against each other.

The old people who were sitting in rows and reading the newspapers were sitting upright, but their eyes were peeking through the top of the newspapers.

"Then, see you later."

Young girls send away their middle-aged Darlings.

After a while, I waited for another one - the timing was quite precise, and it could be said to be seamless.

The other is a young and handsome boy.

Several old people looked very clear.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, and it is not even as interesting as the news reported in the newspapers: at least, they can see the whole process of the lover's 'crime'.

The young boy was wearing brown old-fashioned overalls and a dark red shirt, with grim features and sunken eye sockets.He wore a dirty painter's hat on his head, with a few strands of blond hair scattered between the gaps.

He ran over from the other side of the pier with a look of excitement, holding a rectangular paint box and a large-sized painting book in his hands.

"Hey."

"Hi, Jack." Mary stood up from the bench, with her hands behind her back.

She no longer had the charming and enchanting look she had just now, showing the shyness that young girls should have.

"How? We'll go--"

Mary rolled her eyes covertly and covered her mouth to interrupt: "Sorry, Jack. I still have something to do. Aunt will take me to try on new clothes in a while. You know, it's the banquet season recently."

The boy was a little embarrassed, and the drawing sheet in his hand tightened.He nodded with a forced smile, and stretched his hand to the girl's neck: "That necklace—"

"Thank you, Jack."

Mary took a step back and ducked.She smiled at the boy and clutched the necklace: "Thank you for the necklace, I'm in a hurry, I'll go first."

"Hey! I'm about to get a chance to paint portraits of those—you know, the big guys.

At that time, I will buy you a more expensive one, sapphire?How about it? "

The blond boy shouted in place.The girl turned around, blew him a kiss, blinked, then turned to the other street without looking back and left the port.

The old gentlemen who watched the whole process raised their eyebrows, exchanged glances, and smiled.

At the same time, he turned his gaze back to the quiet princess.

Yes, the girl who looks like a little princess seems to have finished painting.

She gathered her palette and brushes, lowered her legs, and adjusted her skirt.

The boy on the side bored away the seabird that had fallen beside him, and when he turned his head, he found her.

"Well drawn."

The girl was not far from the young boy, so they didn't need to talk too loudly.

The boy paced over, with his own painting book and paint box under his arm, looked at the girl a few times, and looked at the oil painting with a look full of scrutiny of his peers.

"Who is this?" He suddenly saw his girlfriend in the painting.

And the strange man she kissed.

The girl raised her hair, her red lips parted slightly, and the kingfisher whispered, "Her boyfriend."

"I'm her boyfriend." The boy shook his head.

The girl put away her things, put the painting equipment in a bag and picked it up.

"You're late. I can change a few strokes earlier next time and let you kiss him instead."

The girl's beautiful voice could not conceal this malicious remark.

The boy saw the direction of the girl's tender green nails.

Damn, she was referring to the middle-aged man.

Chapter 86 Free Coffee

"Coffee, as a quirky drink popular in the Arab world in the 16th century, was first experienced and favored by well-informed British travellers and multinational businessmen."

"Therefore, when coffee consumption landed here, it had a niche, uncommon high-end color."

"A café is not just a place to sell coffee, it is a thought, a way of life, a social occasion, a philosophy."

"It carries so much spirit and history."