A foreigner's journey

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Heather returned to the Qifan Street slum.

A large number of workers wearing suits or overalls walked out of the train. The fatigue on their faces due to a hard day's work disappeared immediately when they saw their loved ones greeting them.

Inside the station, cheerful conversations and noises could be heard.

Heather, fully wrapped in a windbreaker, strode across the small market, through the narrow alleys, past all kinds of people, and finally opened the door to the Seventh Heaven.

The bar was quiet because today was Wednesday, Seventh Heaven's regular day off.

Tifa was humming behind the bar and carefully wiping the counter with a rag. When she heard the door knock, she looked up and looked at the door, with a gentle smile on her pretty face: "You're back."

She walked out from behind the bar and took the windbreaker from Heather: "The soup is cooking in the pot. Do you want to eat something else?"

"No."

Heather raised the cake box in her hand: "Let's eat the signature chocolate cake from [Tilmo Cake House] on Bafan Street."

Tifa clasped her hands in front of her chest happily: "Jesse always mentioned this cake shop to me, saying that his signature chocolate cake is delicious...is it expensive?"

"It's okay, the royalties have just arrived."

Heather looked around: "Where's Marlene?"

"I was taken out to play by Barrett and I haven't come back yet. Ah, senior brother, are those... flowers in your hand?"

Tifa noticed the narcissus lily in Heather's hand and said curiously: "It's actually a real flower. It's very rare in Midgar."

"This is for you." Heather handed the flower in her hand to Tifa.

Tifa exclaimed softly, took the flowers with a blush on her face, glanced at Heather secretly, and then lowered her gaze to the flowers in her hand: "You are so considerate, it's not like your senior brother's style."

Heather walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of water: "It was given by someone else. Do you remember the flower girl we met when we first went to Bafan Street?"

"Well, I still remember her pushing a cart."

Tifa was a little disappointed when she heard that someone else had given the flowers to her senior brother, but she immediately became happy. After all, this is the first time that my senior brother has given me flowers. I have to put them in a vase and put them in the most conspicuous place.

"I will go to Bafan Street to find her again in two days because I made a promise with her."

Heather took a sip of warm water and said, "I'll probably teach her some techniques to strengthen her physical fitness."

Actually taking the initiative to teach strangers? Is this still the indifferent senior brother?

And she's still a girl...

For some reason, Tifa always felt a little uneasy, as if something that belonged to her had been taken away. She hesitated for a moment, then sat next to Heather and asked tentatively: "I didn't see clearly at the time. Is that girl beautiful?"

Heather turned her head and glanced at Tifa, then reached out and flicked her head: "Tsk, what are you thinking about? It's some applicability test of combat skills. The girl's physique is very special. If she can succeed in practicing If so, I can teach you how to use it step by step."

Tifa cried out in pain and rubbed her forehead: "Is it dangerous? It won't hurt that girl, right?"

"Won't."

Heather said seriously that she didn't even believe it: "I'm afraid this will be a long-term project, but it's worth a try."

"What kind of fighting skills are you so concerned about, senior brother?" Tifa took a polished cup and used it as a mirror to look at her forehead to see if there were any red marks popped up by her senior brother.

"It's a completely different system from the Zanganliu fighting technique. It's a very interesting and practical fighting technique."

Seeing that she was still struggling with the red mark on her forehead, Heather started to rub her gently: "If you practice successfully, I dare not say that you will live for a hundred years, but you can still guarantee that you will stay young and be immune to all diseases."

Tifa blushed and let Heather rub her forehead gently, her beautiful red pupils shining brightly: "Youth is permanent? Is it true, senior brother?"

"There have been examples. I have seen practitioners who are nearly sixty years old and still look as young as a sixteen-year-old girl, and there are also masters who are one hundred and twenty years old but have much longer physical strength than young people."

Heather knew that women would definitely focus on the effect of [lasting youth]. Well, I’ll mention it to Alice later, so I’m not afraid that she won’t practice hard.

"I want to learn too! Let's learn now!" Tifa rarely expresses her desire so strongly. This time, it was not only because I was attracted by the 'permanent youth', but also because I subconsciously didn't want to be compared with that flower girl I had never met before.

"Well, let's wait until Alice... that flower girl succeeds in practicing, and then I'll teach you, okay?"

"Senior brother, didn't you say that there is no danger in practicing this technique and it takes a lot of time? If possible, I don't want to fall behind too much. Please, senior brother."

Tifa refused to listen to Heather's advice this time, and she only wanted to learn.

Heather had no choice but to relax her requirements - after he laid a good foundation for Alice, they would start learning at the same pace.

You're too naive, junior sister. With Alice's body, it would take [years] as a unit to lay a solid foundation to break through the sperm hole.

Seeing that Tifa went to the kitchen to check the soup pot with satisfaction, Heather secretly complained in her heart.

Just as Heather was sitting at the bar waiting for Tifa, the bar door was pushed open again.

Barrett, whose body had completely recovered, laughed and hugged the little Marlene in his strong left arm: "Oh! Heather, you are back!"

"Hai-se-!"

Little Marlene is almost two years old. Although her speech is still slightly blurred, she can already distinguish and accurately call out the names of Heather and others.

For some reason, Marlene likes Heather and Tifa more than Barret and clings to them every day. In addition, Marlene is a little beauty, completely different from Barrett's rough appearance. There are even rumors in Qifan Street that Marlene is the daughter of Tifa and Heather, and Barrett is just a nanny.

Mr. Nanny was so angry at the rumors that he often went out and got into fights.

Seeing Marlene running towards her with her short legs, Heather leaned over and picked her up in her arms. The coldness on her face became much less cold: "Have you behaved well today?"

"Very well-behaved! Marlene! Very well-behaved!" Marlene hugged Heather happily and laughed.

"Want to play with Golden Oga?"

"want--!!"

Heather summoned the confused old wolf, and Marlene screamed excitedly, grabbing the old wolf's white mane and trying to climb up.

The Thunder Wolf Dragon lowered itself helplessly and used its claws and tail to help Marlene climb onto its back.

Tifa came out of the back kitchen, carrying a steaming soup pot: "The onion and potato cream soup is ready. Senior brother, go get the bread while Barrett sets the tableware."

The warm light of Seventh Heaven is reflected outside through the glass windows, and laughter can be heard from time to time.

Time passed quickly, and the time Heather had agreed with Alice had arrived.

Thanks to seemingly pure 147 for the 5,000 starting coins

Thanks to Meng Tao, Ao Tuman, and Panda Yin Yang for the starting coins.