Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! It’s really delicious. I thought it smelled like stinky feet, but it didn’t. "Bobo Bo Weiqi looked at Richard and recommended, "Li Cha, do you want to try it?" "

At this time, Li Cha was scooping up a spoonful of milk mushroom soup with a spoon, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he looked at Popo Bovich, shook his head, and rejected it meaningfully.

"Then it's up to you." Popo Bovich took another sip, suddenly thought of something, turned to look at the tavern owner who had not had time to go out, and asked curiously, "By the way, boss, I want to ask Come on, why is this wine called toe rum?

Compared with ordinary rum, it is very refreshing, there is nothing bad, and there is no strange smell of stinky feet, so why is it called the toe rum? "

"Eh..." The tavern owner who was about to leave stood still, turned around stiffly, and smiled bluntly under the curious eyes of Bobobo Weiqi, trying to use a soft, non-irritating way The tone said: "My lord, because it is soaked with toes."

"What?" Popobovitch blinked, as if he didn't understand, and asked again. However, the wine glass that was about to be sent to his mouth suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"That..." the tavern owner replied bravely, "My lord, it is this kind of wine that is soaked in the toes, so it is called toe rum."

"Toes? Toes!" Popobovic's eyes widened a little bit, and there was a faint sound of vomiting deep in his throat. His expression was a bit distorted, but he still wanted to struggle, and asked, "Is it an animal's toe? A tiger's? A lion's?"

"No, my lord, it's a human toe." The tavern owner said.

"I don't believe it!" The blood vessels on Popo Bović's temples were a little prominent.

"My lord, the toe is at the bottom of your wine glass. If you can drink all the wine, you can see it." The tavern owner said.

Popo Bovich froze.

He didn't have to drink up the wine at all, as soon as his eyes swept into the glass, he saw the shadow at the bottom of the glass. With a little use of his eyes, he could see clearly that there was indeed a dark red toe that was soaked and wrinkled quietly lying on the bottom of the cup.

After seeing it, the sound of vomiting from the depths of Bobobo Vicchi's throat became more obvious, his eyes stared straight at the tavern owner, and he clenched his fists and then loosened them again.

"Why do you use human toes to make wine? Do you know that a person only has ten toes! If you need to use one person's toes to make a glass of wine, how many toes do you need for a day in this tavern? Could it be that you are A black shop that specializes in killing people and taking toes?!" Popobovic shouted.

The tavern owner bowed his head and quickly explained with a bit of grievance: "My lord, this is really not a black shop. The toe was not taken by a murderer. It was cut off by a doctor after a person was frozen. You should also feel it. The temperature here is very high." If you walk for a long time in winter and don't pay attention to keeping warm, your toes may be damaged by freezing.

Of course, there are still some that are not frozen, but they are also cut off by doctors when they are treating some diseases, such as treating abdominal distension, diarrhea, dizziness, nausea, inability to conceive, and excessive sexual desire.

In short, the source of the toes is very formal, but the number is indeed small. Therefore, there is only one toe in a barrel of wine - and the toes are recycled. "

"Wait a minute, you said recycling?" Popobovic found that he could no longer express his mood correctly with his expression. In fact, he found that he no longer knew what expression to use to deal with the current situation.

Gritting his teeth, Popo Bovich plucked up his last courage, looked at the tavern owner and asked, "Then tell me, how long have you used the toe in my wine glass?"

"The toe in your wine glass belongs to old Jim in my town. His son just passed away yesterday." The tavern owner said tactfully, "So, it's not long, it's less than forty years old."

Popo Bovich: "..." I think he drank the footwashing water of an old man for more than 30 years.

Silence, long silence.

After a long time, Popobovich looked at the tavern owner and asked a serious question: "You...why didn't you tell me that there were toes in the wine before I drank it?"

"What I wanted to say was interrupted by you, my lord, so..."

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Popo Bovich suddenly slapped—on his own face.

The other hand waved weakly, and said in a low tone: "Okay, I'm done asking my questions, go get busy."

"Yes." The tavern owner didn't dare to say a word, and left quickly with his head down.

Li Cha next to him looked calm, looked at Popovich, and continued to eat.

Popo Bovich raised his head, looked at Li Cha, and shouted with some grief and indignation: "Hey, can't you comfort me? I drank rum soaked in toes!"

"Oh, then don't waste it, let's drink it up." Li Cha said, "By the way, I heard people say that after drinking, licking your toes before putting it back into the barrel is the most correct way to drink."

"You!" Popo Bovich cried, nearly running away, "you've gone too far! If the roles were reversed and you drank toe-soaked rum, I would certainly comfort you."

"But I don't know how to drink." Richard said.

"What do you mean? Did you know that this kind of wine is made by soaking your toes?" Popobovitch asked.

Li Cha nodded: "Probably." He didn't lie, he did know, because there is similar wine in Maple Leaf Country on Earth.

After hearing the words, Bobo Bo Weiqi stared, looked at Li Cha, his breathing was almost stagnant, and his tongue was a little big: "Wait...wait a minute, do you really know? That's why you refused to taste it just now?"

"The first reason for refusing to taste is because I don't want to drink to prevent it from affecting my thinking." Li Cha said seriously, "and the toes are the second reason."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Popobovich said a little grumpily.

"Because you offered to drink this kind of wine, I thought you knew about it." Li Cha glanced at Popovich and said seriously, "Besides, when you took the first sip, you looked very satisfied. I think, since you are so satisfied, it shouldn't matter if you have toes or not. Then, why should I tell you?"

"..." Bobobo Weiqi looked at Li Cha, speechless, lowered his head and secretly clenched his fists, hating that he was not a puffer fish. Now he was so angry that he was no longer running wild and irritable, but about to explode.

Really angry!

He even drank the footwashing water of an old guy for more than 30 years, and he was the only one who didn't know!

Hell, in this world, how can there be wine soaked in toes?

Isn't this too perverted? !

He is simply out of tune with this world because he is not perverted enough.

But... Having said that, regardless of the toes, this footwash... Bah, it smells like wine, it's really good.

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