Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The upper circle of Lost Island has been filled with a strong atmosphere recently.

This breath has no smell, it melts in everyone's nose, making people speechless and only hold their breath.It also has weight, squeezing the hearts of nobles.

In just the past day, the news has spread to every corner.

Isidor hadn't slept well, his face was pale and slightly sallow, and there was fatigue under his eyes.He got up early before dawn and stayed in the study, sitting on pins and needles waiting for the news.

Sure enough, as mentioned in yesterday's conversation, the lord will receive letters of recommendation from all walks of life on the island in the next five days that meet the announcement requirements; at the same time, Dragon Wing Fort will also issue letters of appointment to the nobles on the roster.

He sent people around, sent people to deliver and receive letters.He inquired that many of his friends were silent on the matter.

There is no other reason, they are afraid of Nianhua... No, it should be black magic.

So they are almost on hold, intending to wait and see what happens.

But time waits for no one!Counting today, there are only six days and five nights left.

There are many people who are in the same situation as Isidore, and about half of them are completely opposed.

The latter thinks that the study is utter nonsense and ridiculous.How can the rope of education be let go so easily?Even if it is not a serious school for educating people.

The strange thing is that although there are voices of opposition, why is there silence from top to bottom? The lake is so quiet that if you throw a stone into it, it will be swallowed up silently.

——"Whether the rope is loose or not does not affect their covetousness for movable type printing."

Hawley had explained it to Wilmer in this way.

……

Countless candles melted, and only three days passed, and the condemnation of black magic incidents dwindled.

The voice turned around - many nobles urgently need to know whether there is any problem with Nian Hua's wine.

They paid close attention to this matter because of another matter, like countless pairs of eyes, staring at Nian Hua, and the diocese of the Holy See of Light in Lost Island.

Hawley had a lot of free time here, he was busy tinkering with new gadgets.

The distillery was shut down, but it only stopped selling goods to the outside world, and it did not stop them from continuing to brew alcohol internally.

On one occasion, he made an own mistake and almost caused a catastrophe.

The antecedents of the incident were as follows: on the day when Donovan’s announcement was made, the rumor turmoil was intensified at that time, and many people who were filled with righteous indignation were incited to throw things in front of Nianhua’s gate.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

Let's start first - in the morning to be precise, Wilmer found a few rotten vegetable leaves at the main entrance.

He picked it up and threw it away without a word, and told Holly.

Unexpectedly, the latter listened, and did not show any negative emotions at all, and even told him not to throw it with great interest.

"What are you going to do?" Wilmer saw Holly's mouth curled up strangely, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that the other party was going to do something appalling.

"Hey, what are you doing? Cooking." Holly said inexplicably.

Every once in a while, Hawley sent someone to pick up everything in front of the door into the house.

So, in front of a group of cooks and chefs who were practicing their skills in the tavern, he picked and picked, and kept some of the ingredients that were considered good, while the other parts that were completely broken were collected for fertilization.

Immediately afterwards, Holly started a stove and used the food...to cook.

Crowd: ...

Sober up! ! !boss! ! !They drank in their hearts.

They were terrified watching it, not because of this weird behavior, but because the boss was very devoted to it and looked quite happy.

Not only that, after finishing the dishes, Holly asked someone to set up a table at the front door and carry the dishes to the door.

Some of the older ones looked at the pain in their chests, and they turned their attention to Wilmer one after another, pinning their hopes on the boss's brother, hoping that he could persuade the boss.

Wilmer, however, folded his arms across his chest and stood beside him like a log.He turned a blind eye, with a smile on his lips.

Everyone: ... What's the matter with this family, they were so stimulated that they went crazy or something.

Outside the door of Nianhua Tavern, a group of people who planned to throw things were dumbfounded.

They stared at the bowls of dishes, confused.

"What is this...?" someone asked.

"Didn't you say that you are not allowed to sell food? What are you doing with these things?"

After a long while, a housewife who was passing by to watch the excitement and who knew how to cook came up and said curiously: "Oh, it smells weird. But why are the dishes so stale!"

"Not fresh?" Someone repeated dumbly.

The air froze for a moment, and then a discussion erupted!

"Is this Boss Nianhua insane?! How dare..."

Some people were furious because they suddenly realized that the dishes in front of them were all the garbage they had thrown before.

Another group of onlookers who were purely watching the excitement were overjoyed.

A cow mixed blood was so angry that he rushed forward, picked up a plate of boiled vegetables, and threw it at the door!

Amidst the exclamation, everyone watched the dish fly away, and the brown-green leaves and sauce splashed on the door.

But in the next moment, vegetable leaves and sauce slowly dripped down the door.They hardly left marks on the wooden door, that is to say, such dirt will not cause damage to Nianhua's door and wall.

"Have you brushed something?" A voice wondered.

Some rangers who witnessed the whole process, or passed by to watch the play, carefully observed what seemed to be transparent on the wall, couldn't help thinking, and then secretly startled.

Not far away, Donovan specially dispatched patrol guards to monitor and protect Nianhua to arrive at the scene immediately, and dragged the bull mixed-race orcs away from the place.

Other resentful people didn't dare to act rashly anymore, they just threw more garbage while being so angry.

Throwing vigorously, Holly naturally did more vigorously.Fighting until dusk, some vandals who were physically and mentally exhausted saw how thick-skinned Boss Nianhua is... er no, he has great perseverance, and finally went home angrily.

Singers in other taverns have recorded this incident and compiled it into interesting ballads, which can be described as full of wit and humor.

Although it is not enough to completely change people's views, many people still use this anecdote as a pastime and leave a little mark on their hearts.

And in the middle of the night, no matter how arrogant someone was during the day, he would be as embarrassed now.

It would be a lie to say I'm not sad.When the staff who went outside to arrange food came back, they mentioned that those who threw things included Nianhua's former regular customers.

The power of turning love into hate cannot be underestimated, and it is the most hurtful emotion.

But now this situation...

Holly sat cross-legged on the floor.He yelled that the floor was cold and his butt was cold, but he still didn't move.

He usually has gentle green eyes, but now he is full of drunkenness, filled with a blue lake, and looks more romantic.

Any single girl would be moved by this pair of eyes, but Holly glared angrily. The center of the lake was on fire, and his gaze followed a figure that drifted left and right.

The figure hurried back and forth, clutching several jugs of wine bottles, and put them all away where Holly could not see them.

After everything was cleaned up, Wilmer's head got bigger.

The root lies in him.

After returning home, he noticed that Holly was in a bad mood and wanted to get him a bottle of wine to relax.

In the past two days, Holly has made a lot of new drinks.Especially when there were too many bottles in the kitchen at home, he just took a pot for the other party to drink when he thought about it.

Unexpectedly, he was so lucky that he got Holly's blended and mixed spirits as soon as he got it.

As for why he knew...Hawley could understand it immediately with his appearance.

With great difficulty, he snatched the wine from the other party and hid it; returning to the living room at this moment, he was under a look of resentment.

Wilmer didn't dare to act rashly, and Holly was drunk and losing his temper.

One is revenge for taking the wine; the other... is because he doesn't give Huo Bao.

Hawley was climbing on top of him on all hands and knees when he realized something was wrong.

Delivered to the door by himself, Wilmer was happy to let him stick.But gradually, the two of them rolled to the sofa, and the other was always dissatisfied with the posture, twisting and adjusting several times.

The two bodies were very close, breathing intertwined with each other, and the other was very restless.Wilmer was very sober, but as if he was drunk, his soul core was burning unbearably.

He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were almost embedded in Holly's smoky cheeks and his tightly biting lower lip.

Holly's lips are fuller, especially the lower lip—it's wet with water, and its teeth are pierced into it... Wilmer's eyes were dim, and he swallowed hard more than once to relieve his astringent throat.

Holly also seemed to be trying to endure something, his eyes were dangerous and fierce, looking at Wilmer as if he was watching prey.

The lower lip with the front teeth dangling was biting harder and harder. Wilmer was afraid that he would damage his mouth, so he stretched out his hand and covered the opponent's mouth to stop his behavior.

In an instant, his middle finger was held by Holly.

The green eyes looked at him intently, like a wild beast, playing with the prey under its lips.

A string snapped in Wilmer's brain.

He pushed away quickly, and fell off the sofa. Holly, who had a dazed expression on his face, quickly cleaned up everything.

——There has never been a moment when desires rushed towards him like this.

The impulsiveness almost left the string, and ran out of control in an irreversible direction.

Suffering to the point of despair, Wilmer ignored the people who sat on the ground and stared at him.He didn't dare to look at each other at all, worried that he would fall into the vortex of the green pool again.

Hawley's situation is similar, he won't fail to feel that the opponent's body is also abnormal.

Perhaps it is the effect of wine, velvet and yam are easy to make people "get angry", as Hawley mentioned when making wine.

He carried Holly all the way into the bedroom, panting heavily, tearing off and climbing the black fur thing on his body.

Once on the bed, Holly was much more peaceful.It was obvious that he was already battling sleepiness.

Wilmer stood aside and stared for a moment in silence.

He suddenly leaned forward and pressed Holly between his arms.Make sure the other person is asleep, and then turn them over.

Long golden curly hair hangs down next to the black hair, their ends are intertwined, and the golden color completely covers the jet black, like huge wings.

The wings are not used to fly at this time, but to make a cage to trap the person who likes it.

All the emotions towards him: no matter whether they can see the light or not, they devour and invade like night.

Hawley used to say that I was the night and he was the day.Wilmer pecked and kissed the back of the opponent's neck carefully, thinking.

But did he ever know that the scorching day is more terrifying than the night?

It was a scorching hot light that burned everyone with reckless abandon.Believers yearn for it, even if they know it will burn their eyes, they are willing to burn their hearts and souls, just follow it.

Kissing and licking, Wilmer restrained his strength and painted a mark on the skin of the back of Holly's neck.

Hawley blamed him for grabbing the wine before, so why didn't Wilmer blame him?

Why was the influence of the alcohol just now, not something Holly did spontaneously when he was sober?

Why is it that he alone is suffering, but this person can wake up and act as if nothing happened?

Now not only can't taste it, but the desire spreads and expands endlessly.

Finally, Wilmer woke himself up, and exited the room with his eyes bare.

……

the reality is cruel.

In fact, it wasn't just Wilmer who couldn't forget.After waking up, Holly, who had a headache, remembered some episodes, and couldn't forget them even more.

what did he do last night

Holly sat on the bed with his head in his arms, in physical and psychological pain.

Fragmentary fragments are like glass shards, he can only pick up some relatively complete fragmentary memories, and then publicly execute the execution for himself.

He smacked Wilmer's expression, savoring it, though he wasn't sure if it was real.

So... Actually, it actually feels pretty good.

... Beasts!

He spat at himself loudly.

Can you still brag at this time?Almost swallowed the human rabbit in one gulp!

Holly fell into boundless self-loathing.If Wilmer had no sweetheart, he might feel better at this time.

Go to the dark cave, and the skeleton of his family will bring back a person he likes.The back molars were itchy, and Holly gritted his teeth, wondering how to cook the person who occupied Wilmer's affection.

No, the source of guilt is more of an identity.He regards himself as an elder, and it is hateful for an old cow to eat young grass.

Damn it, he cursed.Why do feelings go bad... The factors that affect food go bad are moisture, enzymes, PH value... Fuck it, stop for a while, why think of some messy things.Could it be that he still has to pay attention to airing his feelings every day?

His thoughts turned into a wild horse running wildly, and Holly slumped back on the bed, intending to temporarily shut down for a while.

There was no room for him to evade the business, so early in the morning, the Guangming Church sent another letter telling him to get ready: the statement would officially start investigating Nian Hua at noon.

However, the oppression of the aristocrats was too tight, otherwise, just as Holly thought, the Holy See of Light did not intend to conduct an investigation at all: until the wind and waves blow to the sky, ignoring how Nianhua will collapse.

The voice of appeal infected the entire upper circle, and Isidor originally included it.

Yes, originally.

I don't know if it was the ancestor's apparition, or the instructions of the gods. On the third day, Isidor's whole body seemed to suffer from hysteria and panicked nervously.

Eating made him flustered, and walking made him nervous; even speaking, he stuttered and couldn't express his words, as if he was extremely tense, hanging on the verge of collapse.

He was caught by an invisible hand--the head said: "Wait and see, or it will be too rash."

The heart is roaring: "If you don't act, it will be too late! You will regret it for the rest of your life, depressed and regretful for the rest of your life!"

There is a force in the dark that pushes him to take action early, and the conversation with Earl Tiger Head is like a nightmare, running every night to disturb him in his dreams.

In the evening, Isidore, who looked like a madman, made up his mind to submit a letter to Lord Donovan.

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The author has something to say:

Future Hawley: "Show everyone that I cook myself."

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