Magus Tech

"It's really delicious. I thought there was something stinky, but it wasn't." Popovich recommended to Richard, "Licha, would you like to try it?"

Richard is now scooping up a spoonful of milk and mushroom soup with a spoon, feeding it into his mouth and swallowing it.Then he looked at Popovich, shook his head, and refused deeply.

"That's up to you." Popovich took another sip and suddenly thought of something, turning his head to look at the pub owner who hadn't had time to walk out, and asked curiously, "Yes, boss, I want to ask Why do you call this toe rum?

Compared with ordinary rum, it is very refreshing, and there is nothing bad to drink, and there are no strange smelly feet, so why is it called the toe rum?"

"Eh..." The pub owner who was about to leave stood still, turned a little stiffly, and under Popovich Vickey's curious gaze, he smiled sternly, trying to use a soft, non-irritating 'S tone: "Adult, because it soaks out with toes."

"What?" Popovich blinked, as if not understanding, and asked again.But the wine glass that was about to be delivered to his mouth stopped in mid-air with a sudden brake.

"That..." the pub owner replied bitterly, "Master, it is this wine that is made by toes, so it is called toe rum."

"Toes? Toes!" Popovich's eyes widened a little, and there was a faint vomit in the deep throat.His expression was a little distorted, but he still wanted to struggle and asked, "Is the animal's toe? Tiger's? Lion's?"

"No, lord, it's human toes," the pub owner said.

"I don't believe it!" The blood vessels at Popovich's temples are somewhat prominent.

"Adult, your toes are at the bottom of your glass. If you can drink it, you can see it," the pub owner said.

Popovich froze.

He didn't need to drink any wine at all, as soon as his eyes swept into the glass, he saw the shadow at the bottom of the glass.Slightly with his eyes, he saw clearly that there was indeed a dark red toe that was soaked in folds and lay quietly at the bottom of the cup.

After seeing it, the sound of vomiting from the depth of Popovich’s throat became more pronounced, his eyes staring straight at the pub owner, his fists squeezed, then squeezed and then released.

"Why use people's toes to make wine, you know, there are only ten toes in total! If you make a glass of wine, you need to use one's toes, how many toes do you need in a pub a day? Do you mean Black shop, specifically killing people to take toes?!" Popovich cried.

The pub owner lowered his head and quickly explained with a few grievances: "Adult, I am really not a black shop, my toes are not murderous, people are frozen and cut by the doctor. You should also feel that the temperature here is very It is humid. If you walk for a long time in winter and do not pay attention to keep warm, your toes may be frozen.

Of course, there are still some that are not frozen, but they are also specifically cut by the doctor when treating some diseases, such as treating bloating, diarrhea, dizziness, nausea, being unable to conceive, and being too strong.

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

"Wait, you said recycling?" Popovich found that he couldn't express his mood correctly with expressions. In fact, he found that he didn't know what expression to choose to treat the current thing.

Gritting his teeth, Popovich summoned his last courage and looked at the pub owner and asked, "Then tell me, how long have I used my toes in my glass?"

"The toes in your wine glass are from the old Jimu in my town, and his son just passed away yesterday." The tavern owner politely said, "So, it's not long, it's less than forty years."

Popovich: "..." I think he drank an old man's footwash for more than thirty years.

Silence, long silence.

After a long time, Popovich looked at the pub owner and seriously asked a question: "You... why didn't you tell me there are toes in the wine before I drink?"

"I want to say, but you were interrupted by your adult, so..."

"Snapped!"

There was a crunch.

Popovich suddenly took a slap—pressing it on his face.

The other hand waved weakly and said in a low, undetectable tone: "Okay, I've finished asking my question. Go busy."

"Yes." The pub owner dare not say a word more, and left his head quickly.

Richard, next to him, looked calm and looked at Popovich Vickey, and continued to eat.

Popobovic looked up and looked at Richard, sorrowfully: "Hey, you can't comfort me? I drank rums with toes!"

"Oh, don't waste it. Drink it all." Richard said, "Yes, I heard people say that after drinking, just toe and put it back in the barrel, is the most correct way to drink."

"You!" Popovich almost ran away, shouting, "Excessive! If the identity swaps, and you drink the toe rum, I will surely comfort you."

"But I won't drink it." Richard said.

"What do you mean? Did you know that this wine was made by toes?" Popovich asked.

Richard nodded: "It's true." He didn't tell a lie, he did know, because there are similar wines in the Maple Leaf country on earth.

Popovich glared after hearing the words, looked at Richard, his breath almost stopped, and his tongue was a little bit bigger: "Wait... Wait a minute, you really know? So just now, you refused to taste?"

"The first reason for refusing to taste is because I don't want to drink alcohol, so as not to affect my thinking."

"Then why don't you tell me?" Popovich said irritably.

"Because you offered to drink this kind of wine, I thought you knew it." Richard looked at Popovich and said seriously, "In addition, when you take the first sip, you look very satisfied. I think, since you are so satisfied, whether or not your toes should have no effect on you. So, why would you tell you?"

"..." Popovich looked at Richard, speechless, lowering his head and secretly clenching his fists, only hating that he was not a blowfish, he was no longer angry, irritable, but about to explode.

It's really annoying!

I even drank an old guy's footwash for more than thirty years, and he was the only one who didn't know it!

Hell, how can there be toe-drinking wine in this world?

Is this too abnormal?!

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

But...after all, ignoring the toe factor, this footwash...Bah, it's the taste of wine, it's really good.