Lisko’s American Life

Lisko waited in the house after washing up. He also prepared two bottles of Icelandic specialty fruit schnapps. This kind of wine suits his taste very well, so he also purchased some of them and prepared to mail them home for collection.

After everything was ready, I picked up the books on the shelf and flipped through them.

Hilton has a bookshelf in each room, with four or five books on it for guests to pass the time. Lisko saw his two books "Blood Road" and "The Catcher in the Rye" inside, and he was still a little bit elated. self-satisfied.

Lisko will also hear others discussing the books he has published in recent years, and listen to others commenting on and praising his literary talents, and he will also secretly enjoy himself behind his back.

What Lisko is looking at is a book by a German author. The content is about the love story between East and West Germany during the Berlin Wall era. The writing style is excellent, and the emotional part has attracted his interest. Yesterday Having read part of it, Lisko intends to finish the book before going back.

Although time and space and a pair of invisible hands have erased some literary masterpieces, the development of literature in this world is not inferior, and many outstanding literati have also emerged. Lisko also often reads these books he has never read. .

"Boom boom boom"

Just as he was fascinated, Lisko heard a knock on the door. He got up and marked it, folded what he saw and put it back on the bookshelf, and got up to open the door.

Outside the door was the taciturn Barton, who was still meticulously dressed.

"We are all ready, let's go together?"

With a unique London accent, Barton's attitude is still as close as ever.

Lisko nodded. Although he was puzzled as to why it was Barton who called him, he still took the fruit schnapps he had prepared and followed Barton's footsteps in front of him.

It seems to be able to see Lisko's doubts, "Jain went down to buy some beer, and Isabella went to the kitchen to get some snacks."

After talking about it, Lisko probably understood that there were only Barton and the shy Shalis left, and it was Barton who came forward to call him.

Speaking of it, the Chinese like to drink with appetizers, and other countries are similar, but the British prefer to drink with few wines, that is, they don’t match anything. This is the habit of ordinary British people drinking, and the rich second generation certainly don’t like this consider.

Lisko followed into the room. This is a large suite with luxurious decoration, which looks much more expensive than Lisko's room.

As soon as she came in, she saw Sharis, still wearing the same big-rimmed glasses, but wearing a white dress. After saying hello to Lisko, she sat on the sofa and stayed.

The three sat down separately, but they didn't speak. Lisko was not a person who likes to talk. He knew his problem, so he rarely dealt with unfamiliar people.

Not to mention the other two, so the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Cough." Barton couldn't hold back anymore. He had to say something to make the atmosphere lively. Good upbringing didn't allow him to leave the guests alone in a daze.

"Li, what do you do in America?"

Lisko was relieved that Barton spoke first, and he also felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"I'm a rancher,"

"Rancher? Cattle and sheep?"

Barton thought he had found a good topic, and he planned to use this to talk to other people, so he continued to ask.

"Yes," Lisko didn't know what to say, so he could only reply dryly. There is no one who doesn't even know what the ranch does, right?

Barton didn't know how to answer the conversation, and the three of them returned to the previous atmosphere, but it was even more embarrassing.

However, Lisko's age is relatively one year older.

"Barton, what do you do at home? I think you look like a nobleman, right?"

"My family is the Coldo family. In Powys, Wales, my ancestors are the Viscount Coldo."

Lisko was a little surprised. The Viscount can say that his family has a lot of money. Generally, families like them are very wealthy. After all, they have developed for so many years, such as roads, railways, and hydropower in the UK. These public enterprises that benefit the people are all them. The nobles are in control, and many big companies have their shares.

Although in many places, the heirs to the British title went bankrupt and auctioned off their ancestral properties and castles, making everyone think that the nobles are living a miserable life, but that is very rare, and there will not be a prodigal son in any family. Moreover, many media channels are also in the hands of nobles.

If the early merchants wanted to develop with peace of mind, they would give shares to the nobles in order to obtain protection. Even if they went bankrupt, a lean camel was bigger than a horse, and a broken ship still had three catties of nails.

"Where is Shalis?" Lisko also brought her into the topic circle in order to avoid her being left out.

"Ah? Me? My family is in County Down, Ireland, and my family is not aristocratic." After saying this, his face was already red.

Lisko didn't know if she had a social handicap or if she was really just shy and seemed really not suitable for communication.

"Come and see what I got?"

Isabella's voice came from the door. At this time, the three of them were all relieved that they could finally end these awkward chats.

Isabella carried a large tray full of food.

Lisko was close, and quickly took it, seeing her wobbly as if she was about to fall.

"I'm so exhausted." After Lisko set it up on the table, she sat down on the sofa, panting.

Lisko looked at the food. There were many varieties, including olives, pistachios, pretzels, potato fries, and meat such as ham and fried chicken. There is also an odd looking cake.

"The variety is very rich." Lisko praised.

"Of course, I've been busy for a long time," Isabella was affirmed of the fruits of her labor, and all the joy was reflected on her face.

"By the way, you don't know this cake, do you? It's a British specialty. I borrowed the kitchen to make it myself. It's called Eaton Max."

Lisko looked a lot like the cupcakes he saw in cake shops in his previous life.

"My Eton Max is made of strawberries, cream and orange juice. It originated from the aristocratic school Eton College in Windsor. On the campus open day of Eton College, a Labrador dog sat on the owner's picnic Squash the owner's strawberry pavlova on a blanket to create Eden Macs. This dessert is perfect for summer and is our British specialty."

I didn't see that the delicate Isabella still has this skill, but drinking and eating cakes always feels weird, and he still likes to eat salty food with wine.

"Is this the wine you brought? It's juniper berries?"

She was a little surprised to hold the wine bottle brought by Lisko.

Although this bottle of gin was bought locally in Iceland, the country that drinks this kind of wine most is the UK, which is a large producer of this kind of wine.

"I bought this in the small town of Vic. The juniper berries here are very rich. This one has the flavors of mint, samphire, eucalyptus leaves, bay, and lavender. They are soft and soft. I bought a lot and prepared to collect them. In my wine cellar."