Chapter 722 Ch721 The Rebellious Little Tomato

Chapter 722 Ch.721 The eccentric little tomato

The ‘unique wine’ that Jerez said is a sherry wine made of fish bones.

Called fish bone aging.

According to legend, a ship was stranded on a trek, and the sailors were infected with an unknown epidemic - they were rescued by locals with sherry wine and roasted swordfish bones.

When the captain tasted the wine mixed with the barrel wine into the charred fish bones, he found that his mouth was filled with the aroma of smoked sea salt and almond cream.

Later, after two or three generations, the formula was finally determined.

This is the reason why fish bone wine, or fish bone aging.

——It is a legend.

To be honest, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are making up.

But some people just take this one.

Whenever they talk about fish bone aging, they would tell the passengers mysteriously, repeatedly telling the stranded story:

But if you ask why you have to ask for swordfish bones, why you have to ask for Sherry wine, where is the beaching place of Trek, what color the locals say, where are they from—

When you ask these, you can only get a uniform answer:

Get out of here.

This is how Jerez introduced Roland and the others.

——Don’t take it too seriously, it’s just a gimmick.

It's enough to drink good.

Fish bone aging uses a unique glass: in a messy place like a tavern, the possibility of the cup being damaged should be counted into the price.

The pickled water doesn't make people wait too much.

In just one or two minutes, I picked it up like an acrobatic.

A row of glasses were filled with dark brown wine, and each book was filled with a charred fish bone.

Fernandez picked it up and drank it all.

Wipe your mouth.

"A little slutty."

This is his evaluation.

High enough.

At least it's not bad.

I took the knife blade a few times and agreed with Fernandez's comment: "The creamy smell is too strong, and it will get so irritating after drinking a few cups."

Roland likes it quite well.

Fernandez: "It's just the foals who drink it."

Roland: "I'm the woman."

Xiandel smiled.

Fernandez rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him, and pulled his neck to imitate Jerez to call Tom and pickled: "Give us some men's drink!"

The sailors around him howled a few times and joked with each other.

"…I passed by Jeffrey's window last night and heard her wife shouting something like that."

"What's the matter?"

“‘Give me some man!’”

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Fuck you."

Roland quietly approached Xiandel: "I bet that the person who scolded people must be called Jeffrey."

When you get used to the atmosphere of the tavern, this rude and vulgar, underdevotional drunkenness and swearing paradise, you will actually feel happy - I mean, some people.

"…I saw you last time! There was shit on your pants!"

"I said, I accidentally sat on the coffee!"

"Look, he said 'coffee', I've never heard of coffee with fern roots!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Jeffrey takes revenge.

Although he was still in a bad mood.

Some women who come here to work shuttle between drunkards. They look for men who are not drunk and can pay money - regular customers have their own girls long ago. What must be the place where these swaying around will not meet the requirements.

For example, price, attitude, or something unspeakable.

When Tom brought the chicken bones to the wooden leg, three girls had already found Roland and Fernandez.

Ms. Blade said Fernandez was just a headshot.

This made the captain very dissatisfied.

"I'm much stronger than this kid."

The lady agreed, but pointed out that the three girls "voluntarily lowered the price" of Roland - when they arrived at Fernandez, they maintained the original price. What does it mean?

Fernandez held his chest straight and tried to force his revenge: "It means I look richer."

Roland nodded, "Just like this, ma'am."

Fernandez was annoyed: "What does it mean to be 'just like this'?"

As he was talking, another girl came over.

She wore a soft skirt that was about to emerge, and the charm between her eyebrows grew by eating swear words, and her playful and curly hair clasped into a lovely outline.

She is charming and passionate, and she definitely has a way to make the drunk man look like the salmon tail fin when laying eggs.

But considering her safety, Rolando didn't say a word and refused coldly.

Xiandel was a little dissatisfied.

She was about to agree to Roland's first three.

"Syndal, we have a mission."

“The mission isn’t that important either.”

The gray-haired girl took a sip of beer, her face slightly bulging, and she yelled: "Why can't you agree? Just four shillings."

Jerez cheered on the side: "You have a good partner, Collins, to be honest, I'm a little envious."

If you hear what she said just now, it won't be certain.

‘I want to see, Roland, I want to see. ’

Then what?

Then, a second before reaching heaven, cut her trachea with a dagger.

In this way, she is in a state of extreme overlap.

Extreme fear.

Extreme happiness.

The Father of all things does not allow His believers to breathe.

Xiandel had only seen similar expressions on the face of the cultist - she planned to hold her shoulders by then, or push them hard a few more times.

Must be particularly interesting.

"Come on."

Roland doesn't care about Xiandel's hobbies, but she doesn't want to let herself be with her.

"Why not," he shook the slightly sharp fish bone in the glass, "bring a few bottles of beer that can be poured, and find a room with a mirror..."

Xindel thought about it.

He was a little absent-minded for a moment.

Someone at the table next to him - Jeffrey's table - talked to him.

"Fortunately you didn't agree, brother."

Roland: "Why?"

"That woman is not very good."

Jeffrey himself also got involved. When he mentioned the girl just now, he seemed to be full of complaints:

"She eats oranges."

"... Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, she eats oranges!" Jeffrey yelled.

In the noisy pub, the gentleman talked a lot before explaining the matter clearly.

This woman is quite famous.

Many people also went for this face and bulging skirt at first.

Later.

They found that she always liked to do her own things when she was busy - this was too frustrating.

For example, what Jeffrey said.

They went to the room that was painted dark, hugged each other and fell into the soft blanket, in a generous and magnanimous preparation call, when the men tried to make their sins last longer and repent later-

She would silently take out some unpopular things from her jacket pocket.

For example, cherry tomatoes.

Or walnuts, or oranges.

She would pry it open with her hands, pry it open, eat a small piece, pick up another small piece, and ask Jeffrey:

'Do you want to eat it? '

This is undoubtedly frustrating.

- For thousands of years, humans have been pursuing some old-fashioned but well-reasoned actions:

There should be no oranges among them.

Cherry tomatoes.

Or nuts that make a crackling sound when chewed-even using front teeth and thumbs to pry open the peel.

It's simply treasonous!

"I'd rather buy a fish that wants to be alive."

As Jeffrey shouted, a beer-flavored cheer suddenly rose in the pub.