124 123. Fried Chicken And Older Boy Friends
Going upstairs, Dahlia had a black t-shirt in her hand. It’s clothes Wolff has borrowed before.
“Wolf, wear this if you can. Looks like the robbers attacked us.”
“Thanks. Sorry about earlier”
“I’m sorry, Darya. I was just kidding.”
“Wolfe and Marcella don’t have to do this anymore until their clothes are torn…”
I feel sorry for the voice that switched from anger to worry.
Marcella nodded as she thought about what to say and apologize for.
“Right, well, I should have taken it all off up there anyway”
“… Mr. Marcella”
“Hey, why don’t you both just take them off and put them together until you’re satisfied? Then I’ll have a drink and a chair and watch the game in the garden with Dahlia.”
“I won’t! Line this up first and I’ll finish the dishes!
Pushing a bunch of pick-up dishes and cutlery to Irma, Darya goes to the kitchen. On the back of his early legs, he shouted.
“Darya is angry…”
“You made a little too much fun of me. Darya, you look like a cat in Irma’s house.”
“Cat?”
“Oh, Irma’s home cat. When I used to look at you and say” Kisher, “your face looks just like Dalya’s.”
It would be terrible to be told, but I’m just a little convinced. It’s unusual and I can’t get a little closer.
If you do poorly, you’re going to be additionally slightly pissed off or distanced with a cold smile. I want to avoid both at all costs.
“My cat, you used to avoid Marcella, didn’t you? Marcella, Wang Du and I were traveling outside about that time, carrying herb boxes.”
“The smell of cat avoidance was on, you can’t help it. Now you’re coming to me first.”
“Marcella, you’re in a better mood.”
Wolf set his expectations on Marcella.
Maybe it’ll help fix Darya’s mood.
“How are you in a good mood?
“Eat what you like and turn where you like. Recommended is the base of your ears, around your neck and back”
“Yes…”
I had a blunt headache, as if I could not refer to it.
When Darya brings the first plate, they all help and come and go with the kitchen and the table.
Wolfe prepared ales and wine and carried them with ice in the bucket.
“Wolfe, Mr. Marcella, have a potion before you toast. Bruises on my arm, it’s terrible.”
Everyone tried to put it on the table, and Dahlia left a bottle of potion on the table.
“I’m fine. ‘Cause this much. You’re not gonna get hurt.”
“It’s a big deal…… No, Mr. Marcella, let’s drink half at a time quietly”
“No, it’s expensive, it”
“I think you should drink it before it gets higher. I’ll give it to you this time for a face-to-face celebration, so you can have a drink while you’re at it.”
“… ok”
The green eyes that gaze at us are just a little scary.
If I say no here, I feel like I’m about to be told to drink and cook before.
Marcella seems convinced by Darya’s gaze across the diagonal.
“Okay. Let me sweeten you this time. I’ll treat you next time.”
“Well, I’ll take half of this.”
When Wolf put his hand on the glass, Irma held a small plate close by.
“Wait a minute, Mr. Wolfe, just give me a little potion here”
“Mr. Irma, are you hurt anywhere?
“It’s not me. Dalya, you were in the stairs earlier, weren’t you? Let me see your hands.”
“… fine”
Dariya looked away badly, but Irma took his hand, without hesitation.
“Yes, open your hands. That’s not a big deal.”
Potion on your fingertips and flatten Dahlia’s hand. He just blew it a little bit. For a moment, narrowing her green eyes, she is breathing flat in her hand, even though it is not alcohol.
“Next, knee. Absolutely rubbish, right? Give me the skirt hem…… oh, the men turn that way and drink the potion”
“Aye.”
“Yes.”
I turned my back honestly and drank potion with Marcella.
Behind him, Dahlia’s, a subtle scream seemed to have smudged the potion on her knees. What a pity.
“Wow, what potion! My feet stopped hurting all at once.”
The man who drank the potion sighed with admiration.
If you look at your own arm, your bruises will slowly disappear. I wasn’t aware, but the blunt pain in my leg also disappeared clearly.
“Mr. Marcella, the potion worked, I knew you weren’t hurt.”
“Darya from the fall of the stairs is back, isn’t she?
“Hey, I’m not kidding, am I?
“Darya, darya, put it down. Because there’s nothing Marcella can do, and ale gets warm.”
“Wasn’t my wife overbearing me?
“There’s so much to prioritize before Darya’s meal, now?
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
Wolfe also clearly agreed.
Ignoring Marcella, who deliberately sneers, Irma laughs at herself.
Just like Dahlia, Wolfe was badly relieved when he had to look at himself.
After that, the four of us finally made a toast.
“Yale comes from Wolf, fruit from Mr. Marcella and sandwiches from Irma. Chilled vegetables are good because they have mayonnaise and dressing. This dish is lightly salted.”
On a plate with plenty of ice, cold cucumbers, mini tomatoes, boiled broccoli and carrots were cut into bites. On the plate next to it, radishes and aubergines are thinly cut and lined up.
There are also other thick sandwiches, colorful cut fruits, Kraken’s baked fish soy sauce and assorted cheeses.
But the biggest plate in the middle was left empty.
“Okay, I’ll fry you twice.”
“Do you want me to help?
“It’s okay, I’ll be right back”
A grinning Dahlia disappeared into the kitchen again.
Wolfe drops off that hindsight and empty the glass. The black ale is cold and quite good, but I can’t calm down.
“Mr. Wolfe, it’s okay. ‘Cause I’ll be right there.”
“I wish I could help you with something, too.”
“Maybe we should clean up later.”
Irma replied with a laugh, but later heard that Wolfe was still doing dishwashing and was going to solidify.
“Please wait.”
A few minutes later, Darya brought a large plate that still sounded like oil.
“It’s fried chicken. There are two flavors, so try them and enjoy them if you like.”
Deep-fried chicken is a menu in both the dining room and the tavern, not uncommon for the time being.
However, the spicy aroma and a slightly stronger fried tone make my mouth rumble.
I stabbed the fork as recommended but carried it to my mouth.
“Ah, brush your teeth thoroughly today. I used garlic relentlessly.”
Hearing her voice, bite in one bite to avoid letting the deliciousness escape.
The clothes make a noise, hot on the lips.
After the good flavors of garlic and shoga, it was filled with plenty of good dark gravy. If you chew a little hastily on that heat, the flavors that you felt a little salty come together just fine.
After a slow taste of fried chicken and swallowing, I reach for nature and black ale.
If you pour the liquor down your throat, the taste and fat of the meat disappear and you feel fresh bitterness in your mouth. How interesting it even brings out the taste of ale.
“Here we go again, it’s an absolute chain…”
I was strongly convinced by the words of the man who vacated the black ale next door.
Another mountain of fried chicken is a step browner than the first.
You feel slightly burnt, I said so, and was surprised by the softness and sweetness. The amount of gravy goes hand in hand, but this one tastes completely different.
If chewed and swallowed for a long time, the ale goes badly with the fluffy and sweet lingering flavor.
I sometimes get tired of frying a lot, but these two types of black ale are not going to stop.
“Darya, what’s the bottom flavor over here, what?
“Honey and fish soy, just a little lemon. It’s good for lunch because it’s cold and delicious.”
“Can you recipe me later?
“Fine. I’ll write later.”
While we have less conversation, the fried chicken just disappears.
When I saw the empty plate, the red-haired woman laughed satisfactorily.
“You think you can eat more? I still have it, so I’m gonna fry it.”
“Darya, I love it -!
“Can I ask you a favor? Next time, I’ll bring a nice chicken to the garden.”
“Stop, I won’t keep you.”
Darya responding to the Marcella couple’s light mouth smiles, but there was a slight catch.
“I’d love to, too.”
“If you’ll help me wash my plate later, I’ll fry you a lot.”
“I wouldn’t just say dishwashing. If you can do me a favor, I’ll polish the magic stove and even the washroom.”
“Well, shall I make the walls and floors of the kitchen perfect?”
Irma laughed out at the two terribly serious voices.
“Good for you, Darya. The kitchen is going to be so clean.”
“Hehe, I’m counting on it. Okay, I’ll get some extra fried. I can do it right away, just give me a minute.”
The red-haired woman disappears into the kitchen quickly.
Are these two types of fried chicken again this time, or, because I’m talking about Dahlia, I’m bringing a different flavor again – I’m not looking forward to anything.
Green tower, next to Dahlia, someone you can talk to carelessly, good liquor and meals.
I didn’t know until a few months ago. Besides, I’m happy, I’m just a little scared. I don’t feel like I can, even if they tell me to go back like I used to.
“… I hope we can have another drink together”
“Oh. Now you can come to my house, Dalya.”
Marcella responded immediately to the words of Wolfe, who spoke to herself.
“I’ll wait, now I’ll sift my cooking arm”
“Thanks. If it doesn’t bother you, I’d love to”
I’m so happy to be able to talk to you like this.
But isn’t it really annoying to this couple, that’s what I thought, my gaze dropped.
“If it’s not a good idea to split near our house, why don’t you just call it ‘Wolf’ when you’re wearing glasses? If you’re too kind to tell me we didn’t know, we’ll go up there before the building.”
“That might be a good idea. If you’re curious, isn’t it that noticeable from the evening?
“Thank you, both of you”
I have myself embarrassed and relieved that I was completely discerned. Maybe it’s because Marcella is older or the pace is swallowed.
“You don’t even know your face on the back streets of Lower Town. That way, you can drink without worrying about it outside, right? It’s just a place I don’t really recommend to the women…”
“That sounds like fun, too.”
“Oh, well, let’s ladder up shops that serve liquor like something mixed up in the alley, thin dirty stand-up drinkers, that only men can go to, ‘Wolf'”
“Oh. I’ll look forward to it, ‘Marcella'”
Irma doubtlessly narrowed her red tea eyes to a momentum conversation.
“I think my husband is trying to teach Mr. Wolfe something strange…”
“What, ma’am, didn’t you know?
Marcella said with a black ale in one hand and a soot face.
“It’s the older guy friend who teaches bad play”
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