Meg had a good dream.
Everything was possible in the dream.
Then, the alarm went off.
Meg reached out to turn off the alarm and looked at the beauty sleeping in the crook of his arm. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Hmph, I knew it. Father must be hugging Mother to sleep instead of hugging Xiao Mi to sleep." A soft voice came from beside the bed.
Meg turned around stiffly and saw Amy standing beside the bed with her arms crossed and an aggrieved look on her face. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Amy, listen to me. Last night, we both drank too much, and then …"
"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! "
(`??? *) ノ
"Anyway … Anyway … If I don't get two strawberry ice creams, I won't be happy."
Amy turned her face away and said proudly.
"Oh … In order to compensate my little princess, I can only make a delicious breakfast for her." Meg gently pulled his slightly numb hand away and got out of bed. He tucked in the corner of the blanket and picked up a clean chef's suit. He squatted down and pinched Amy's nose and said with a smile, "Come, give Father a kiss."
"If you kiss me, you have to add an ice cream." Amy stole a glance at Meg and said proudly.
"Okay, I'll add it for you, but you can only have ice cream in the afternoon and evening." Meg smiled and nodded.
"Mua —" Amy hugged Meg's neck and kissed his cheek. She said happily, "Three ice creams!"
"Okay, three. You can have any flavor you want." Meg smiled contentedly and rubbed Amy's head. He got up and walked out of the door to change in the bathroom.
Last night …
Perhaps they had underestimated the strength of the rum and red wine, so they were all drunk.
Then … probably nothing happened.
Although they were lying on the same bed, their clothes were not disheveled.
However, he didn't know how he changed into his pajamas.
"Drinking messes up things … Drinking messes up things …" Meg muttered regretfully as he brushed his teeth.
"Mother, are you awake?" Amy asked softly as she lay on the edge of the bed and looked at Irina, who was sleeping like a beauty.
Irina opened her eyes and looked at Amy with her clear blue eyes. She smiled and said, "Amy, how did you know I was awake?"
"I just saw you smile." Amy said with a smile. She took off her shoes and snuggled into Irina's arms. She closed her eyes comfortably and said, "I've chased Father away, so this place belongs to me now. I want to go back to sleep."
Irina wrapped her arms around Amy and smiled even more affectionately. However, she still smiled and said, "Don't you like your father more?"
"Who said so? I like both of them very much." Amy shook her head and then reached out to touch Irina's belly. She said expectantly, "Will you give birth to a little sister for me to play with?"
"A little sister?" Irina's body stiffened slightly and she said with a strange expression, "Do you want a little sister, Irina?"
"Yes, yes, I like little sisters very much." Amy nodded and said regretfully, "Parmer's little sister, Chris, is super cute, but she's someone else's little sister. It's not very convenient to play with her."
"How can you say play with her? You should say play with her." Irina couldn't help but laugh.
"If having a little sister isn't for playing with her, then what's the point?" Amy was puzzled.
Irina thought for a moment. She seemed to have said something similar when she was pregnant with Amy. "Why does this sound so familiar?"
"For example, we can dress her up as a beautiful little princess, bring her to beat up bad guys, teach her how to play with fire … In any case, if we have a little sister, it'll definitely be super fun." Amy looked at Irina expectantly.
Looking at the little girl's expectant expression and pure gaze, Irina found it difficult to refuse.
However, that guy was really a blockhead. He really got her drunk last night. Even if she wanted to give birth to a little sister for Amy, it wasn't something she could do alone.
Moreover, with so many things happening now, enemies all over the world, and the Evil God watching them closely, she didn't dare to let herself fall into a weakened state again after being pregnant for three years.
"If Amy wants a little sister, then you'll have to wait a little longer. When Mother's belly gets bigger, you'll have a little sister," Irina said with a smile as she looked at Amy.
"Your belly is getting bigger?" Amy touched Irina's flat belly, leaned forward, and whispered, "Little sister, grow up quickly. Big sister is waiting for you outside."
"Gurgle ~"
"Hey! Mother, listen! She's responding to me! "Amy's eyes lit up as she exclaimed in surprise.
"Uh … Yes …"
…
At the crack of dawn, there was already a long line in front of Amy's. Most of them were middle-aged men.
"Drinking is the hobby of many men. Some people can exchange drinks in high-end restaurants, while others can gather together and drink at a table with wine from a small winery.
With a bit of drunkenness, the world will become gentler and cuter, "a drunk middle-aged man said confidently.
"That's enough. Madam said that if you don't go back today, you don't have to go back in the future," a waiter beside him said helplessly as he supported his swaying body.
"This woman, who is she trying to scare! Who's the head of the house? I'm a man, I … "
"Master, Madam is the head of the house," the waiter reminded him.
"I … I … I'll go back now." That man flung the waiter's hand away, and walked towards the horse-drawn carriage with light steps. After taking a few quick steps, he turned back to look at his companion, and said, "Hey, help me taste if it's really Master Old Sim's handiwork. Ask the boss to leave me a bottle."
"Alright, you'd better go back quickly. Otherwise, you won't even have money for your alcohol next time." His companion chuckled as he watched him leave. He leisurely said, "If it's really Master Old Sim's handiwork, why would he leave it for you …?"
15 years old! Old Sim's rum! 1,000 copper coins for a glass!
This news exploded in the small circle of Chaos City's rum drinkers last night.
Those who knew what it meant would naturally know what it meant.
Someone was using an extremely precious work of art to do charity by the roadside!
Rum that was more than 15 years old was only supplied to the chief and a few nobles in the Falk Tribe. It was very rare for it to flow out, and the probability of it flowing to Chaos City was even lower.
But this time, someone was actually selling 15-year-old rum brewed by Master Old Sim in the restaurant, and it was acknowledged by a few rather famous drinkers in the circle.
That was why there were these middle-aged men lining up at the restaurant's entrance early in the morning.
"I heard this Mamy's has a lot of rules. They only sell breakfast in the morning. I wonder if we can get the rum this morning."
"We've been lining up for so long. How can he not sell it when he's running a business? Isn't he ruining his own reputation?"
"Yes, 15-year-old rum. Maybe there won't be any left the next time we come. We have to get him to sell us a glass this morning no matter what."
Everyone was discussing fervently at the restaurant's entrance.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
