"Has there ever been a greasy, middle-aged, dead fat man who has ever been here?"

The fat woman in a black dress walked to the bar and looked at the high chair in front of the bar, the small high chair, I was afraid that it would not be able to support her ass. So instead of sitting, he stood outside and asked.

Ringer was surprised to see her dress and dress, she also came from the modern city?

The dead fat man in her mouth, is it Uncle He?

Wait, her voice sounds familiar......

He remembered the phone call he received yesterday before Uncle He left, and the voice on the phone was very similar to the woman in front of him.

Then the identity of the woman in front of you can basically be determined.

"There was a plump guest who came, but he's gone."

"Gone? Where did it go? ”

"Who is he?" Ringer confirmed.

"Hmph, I'm his wife."

Really.

Ringer was hesitant to tell the woman the truth.

If she knows about her uncle's past, then it's okay to tell her.

But if she's just an ordinary person who doesn't know about the existence of another world, then even if I tell her, she'll think I'm talking nonsense.

So Ringer chose to hide it, saying he didn't know.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, I'll wait for him here, and I won't come home until midnight every night, I want to see what he's fooling around."

The woman seemed to see through Ringer's lie, and after glancing at him lightly, she sat down on the sofa where Lanya had slept and took out her mobile phone to look at it.

The black-shelled phone was as small as a toy in the woman's fat palm.

"Would you like a drink?"

The woman was looking at her phone, and a soft and sweet voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

She looked up and glanced at the girl in front of her.

It was the waitress with thin arms and legs in the store, holding the menu in her hand, and her tone was quite cautious.

"Do you still employ child labor in your shop?"

Lan Ya was stunned for a moment, and then blushed.

"I'm an adult."

"Hehe, little sister, you're so cute." When the woman laughed, the flesh on her face shook.

She took the menu, flipped through a random page, glanced at it, and pointed to the top left.

"Bring me a drink of this."

Lanya withdrew the menu and ran back to the bar.

"Ringer, a 'strange bed buddy'."

Ringer nodded, and asked Elise to prepare the required materials.

3/4 ounce aged rum, 1/4 ounce golden rum, 1 ounce coconut cream, 0.5 ounces cocoa cream, 1.5 ounce pineapple juice, 1 ounce non-kone browna.

Produced in Italy, Finet Blanca is a bitter wine blended with a variety of herbs and root plants, known as the king of bitter wine.

Its bitterness is just right to neutralize the sweetness of the cream in this glass.

Ringer picked up the shaker for the first time in a long time, and used ice magic to condense a pebble of ice at the bar from an angle that Mrs. Ho couldn't see, and several larger pieces were thrown into the jug, and the rest of the fine ice fell into the large glass that had been prepared.

Then he started shaking the shaker, and after more than ten seconds, poured the light brown liquor into a wine glass containing half a glass of pebble ice.

He gently stirred the glass twice with a bar spoon so that the ice and wine in the glass were evenly mixed and looked full.

Finally, garnish with two slices of tender green mint on top, and this cup of "strange bed companion" is complete.

He put the mixed wine on a plate and asked Lanya to serve it to the guests, then tossed the used shaker to Elise for her to wash carefully.

Lan Ya came to Mrs. He with a wine plate.

"Guest, your wine."

Mrs. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and drank a third of it in this sip.

"No wonder that dead ghost drills here every day, it tastes really good."

Mrs. He put the wine glass back on the plate that Lan Ya was carrying, took out a delicate pink handkerchief, and said while wiping her mouth.

Ringer took the opportunity to ask, "Does Madame know Mr. He?" ”

Madame He put down her handkerchief and glanced at Ringer.

"Well, no one knows him better than I do, including himself. I know exactly what's going on in the dead ghost's head. ”

"So...... Do you know all about Mr. Ho? ”

"Little white face, just say what you want to say, don't knock on the side." Mrs. He looked directly at Ringer, and a sharp light shone from her eyes that were squeezed by the fat meat.

Ringer was already sure that Mrs. He was a very strong woman, and this kind of person was also very receptive, so he planned to tell the truth.

It's not a shady thing, so you don't have to be sneaky.

"Actually, Mr. He...... Went to another world. ”

Mrs. He almost squirted the wine in her mouth, and the thought that instantly came to her mind was, could it be that this is some kind of black shop? Poison the guests with wine, and then cut off the kidneys and other organs of the guests and sell them......

However, the little white-faced bartender's next words dispelled her doubts, but what he said was even more outrageous than her conjecture.

There may be many black bars in the world that cut the waists of customers, but this is the first time she has heard of a bar that leads to another world.

No wonder these few nights, when the dead ghost came home with a red face, as if he had rejuvenated a second spring, she thought that he had eaten leopard gall and dared to look for a woman outside.

What is on her husband's mind, how can she, the person next to her, not understand.

She knew that he regretted the decisions he had made, and that he was tired of life here, and that this weariness was building up year by year, and it was about to crush him.

Once he got drunk and lay on the floor of his house arching around, saying that he felt like a wild boar wallowing in a mud pool, but he didn't want to be a wild boar, he wanted to be a hero who saved the world.

At that time, she gave him a slap in the face, poked his beer belly and said, wake up, how can there be a hero like you, you are already a greasy uncle.

He cried sadly in her arms that night, but since that time, his mood has stabilized significantly.

If he is immersed in the past that he can't go back to, sooner or later he will drive himself crazy.

"Madame believe what I say?" Seeing her solemn face, Ringer couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. He nodded and sighed slightly.

"Of course, because I'm from another world."

Ringer gave a surprised expression.

"Madame, you ......"

"I used to be the noble saint of the most powerful sect in the world, and I was very thin at that time," Mrs. He's gaze swept over Elise, Diluke, and Lanya in the store, "When I was younger, these chicks in your store combined were not half as beautiful as me. ”

"But since I returned to the present world with that dead ghost, my holy power has gradually dissipated, my body has been uncontrollably out of shape, and after giving birth to a child, my weight has completely lost control, and I have become what I am now."

Mrs. He sighed, looking very lost.

"Is it useless to exercise?"

"No matter how much I exercise, I can't stop the fat from growing on me, and it only makes me stronger, so am I going to be a sumo wrestler?

This is the result of the rejection of me as a stranger by the world here, and ordinary weight loss methods are useless. ”

Mrs. He picked up her glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.