Anne went upstairs to continue painting. Irina's injuries weren't serious, but she was still a little weak.
Thus, the family canceled their plans to go out, put down the hidden movie screen, and turned on the home theater mode.
"Wow! This Nezha looks like me. I also have the Wind Fire Wheels! "
"But her master is so fat, just like that pig."
"Is that long white thing a snake?"
"That's a dragon."
"Is Nezha a girl?"
"It's a boy."
"Isn't she born from an egg? Will the ugly duckling become like her? "
"I don't think so."
"Hahaha …"
…
After watching three movies in the morning, Meg put away the giant screen to let the little girl rest her eyes. He got up and went into the kitchen to make lunch for everyone.
Mag saw the waterproof rolling pin that could be sized or sized on the shelf.
It was golden, but there were no patterns on it, nor were there any words like the Ruyi Jingu Bang. It was a bit of a pity.
Mag grabbed the rolling pin, and murmured softly, "Lit-Lit-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-Little-"
The foot-long rolling pin quickly shrank until it was the size of an embroidery needle.
"The Great Sage didn't lie to me." Meg looked at the little golden club in his hand and resisted the urge to stuff it into his ear.
Even if he couldn't, he should be able to perforate his eardrum.
"Big, big, big …" Meg continued to whisper. The needle-sized rolling pin began to expand, and it soon grew to a height of three meters. It stood tall in the kitchen.
"Interesting. When needed, it can be used as a jack." Meg nodded. He shrank it back to the size of an ordinary rolling pin and put it back on the shelf.
Up until now, he still hadn't figured out what was so mysterious about this rolling pin.
This bewildering name was probably the most mysterious of all.
…
"Last night's wine …" Abraham sat on the edge of his bed and allowed the beautiful maids to help him dress and wash up. He was still thinking about the wine he drank last night.
He had to be carried home last night, and he drank until he blacked out.
Based on his past experience, this morning should be very uncomfortable.
Surprisingly, he slept until the sun was high in the sky. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and had a good night's sleep.
"What's the name of the tavern we went to last night?" Abraham asked the butler who was waiting by the side.
"Master, that tavern is called 'Saipan Tavern', it's on Romo Street." Butler Xiao Zhen replied.
"Saipan Tavern?" Abraham pondered.
"Master, I've prepared some porridge for you. Would you like to eat now?" the butler continued.
Abraham stood up and looked at the butler as he said, "Their dishes should also go well with the meal. Send someone to buy me some dishes to go with the wine."
"Okay." The butler agreed and turned to leave.
Abraham suddenly stopped him and said, "By the way, if their house isn't open yet, then forget it. Be civilized."
"Alright." The butler smiled and replied, "This old servant will go personally."
…
Meg had just finished cooking when there was a knock on the door.
"Hmm?" Meg put on his mask and walked to the door. He looked through the doorway and saw an old man standing outside.
This old man looked familiar. It was the old butler who usually followed Abraham around.
"Hello, what's the matter?" Meg opened the door and went out.
"Sorry to disturb you, boss. My master likes your dishes very much and sent me to buy some from you. I wonder if it's convenient for you?" the old butler said with a smile.
"This old glutton really knows how to eat. Buying dishes from a tavern is not something an ordinary person can do." Meg raised his eyebrows slightly.
However, seeing that Abraham stood up for Amy last night, he still said, "The tavern only opens at night, and the cold dishes are not ready yet. However, there are still some Drunkard's Peanuts. Wait a moment, I'll go get some for you."
"Okay, thank you very much," the butler said quickly.
After a while, Meg came out with a wooden box of Drunkard's Peanuts and handed it to the butler.
"Boss, how much is it?" The butler took out his money bag.
"Last night, your master helped our tavern out. These peanuts are a little token of my appreciation." Meg shook his head with a smile.
"I can't accept this. When the master heard that you didn't accept the money last night, he already reprimanded me. If he knows that we are taking for free outside, he will drive me away." The old butler took out a silver coin and handed it to Meg. "Keep it. The master likes your dishes. He will definitely come again in the future."
Meg tossed the silver coin in his hand and watched the old butler get into the carriage and leave. He turned around and went back into the tavern.
"This man is really unpredictable. He can even get close to Duke Abraham. What is his identity?" Eiffel peeked through the half-closed window on the second floor of the Titan Tavern across the street.
"Miss, what are you looking at?" The maid's voice came from behind.
Eiffel was shocked. She quickly reached out and closed the window. Her face flushed red. She coughed to hide her embarrassment and said, "The window is a little open. It's a little cold. I'll close it."
"Oh." The young maidservant did not suspect anything. She put down the food box in her hand and took out the hot dishes that had just been bought. She said, "Miss, I heard that the business of the tavern opposite was very good last night. Moreover, their wine is very expensive. A customer has to spend at least 1000 copper coins."
"Yes." Eiffel replied absent-mindedly.
"Miss, why don't we raise the price of the wine? Our customers don't even cost 100 copper coins. "The maid was puzzled.
"Idiot, our customers don't have much money. Ten copper coins for a cup of wine is too expensive. Raise the price? If we raise the price, we won't even be able to maintain this small number of customers. "Eiffel unhappily stretched out her slender fingers and flicked the maid's forehead.
"I … I'm just saying." The maid felt the pain and held her forehead. She felt wronged.
Eiffel rolled her eyes and said, "They dare to sell a bottle of wine for 2000 copper coins. That's because their wine is really good. What are we going to do?"
"Then … then we will also sell their wine." The maid pouted.
"Give you to the owner of the tavern opposite and exchange wine with him?" Eiffel laughed angrily.
"I … I …" The maid seriously thought for a while. "If that owner wants me, this servant is willing to sacrifice myself."
Eiffel: "…"
"I mean … he definitely won't want me." The maid quickly shook her head and looked at Eiffel again. "However, if it's Miss, I think he definitely won't be able to refuse. In this world, who can refuse Miss?"
"I'm sorry, there's one across the street." Eiffel sighed in her heart. She had already been rejected once.
There was no other reason.
He had an even prettier one at home.
Women were too difficult.
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