It's delicious, I thought it smelled like feet, but it didn't. Pobobo Vicky looked at Richard and recommended, "Richard, would you like to try it?"

Richard was scooping up a spoonful of milk mushroom soup with a spoon, putting it in his mouth, and swallowing it in one gulp. Then he looked at Pobokovich, shook his head, and declined meaningfully.

"That's up to you. Pobovich took another sip, suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the tavern owner who had not had time to walk out of the door, and asked with some curiosity, "By the way, boss, I want to ask you, why is this wine called toe rum?"

Compared to ordinary rum, it is very refreshing, there is nothing unpleasant, and there is no strange stinky foot smell, so why is it called toe rum?"

......The tavernkeeper, who was about to leave, stood up, turned around a little stiffly, and smiled stiffly under the curious gaze of Popbo Vic, and tried to say in a soft, non-irritating tone, "My lord, because it is soaked with your toes." ”

"What?" Poboovich asked again, blinking, as if he didn't understand. However, the wine glass that was about to be sent to his lips stopped in mid-air with sudden braking.

"The ......," replied the tavernkeeper, stubbornly, "sir, it is this wine that is brewed by the toes, and that is why it is called toe rum." ”

"Toes, toes!" Pobobo Vic's eyes widened, and a faint sound of vomiting came from deep in his throat. His expression was a little distorted, but he still wanted to struggle, and asked, "It's the animal's toes, the tiger's, the lion's?"

"No, my lord, it's a human toe. The tavern keeper said.

"I don't believe it!" the blood vessels in Pobovich's temples were a little prominent.

"My lord, my toe is at the bottom of your glass, and if you can drink it all, you can see it. The tavern keeper said.

Poboovich froze.

He didn't have to drink the wine at all, and as soon as his eyes swept into the glass, he saw the shadow at the bottom of the glass. With a slight eyesight, I could see clearly that there was indeed a dark red toe that had been soaked and folded lying quietly at the bottom of the cup.

Upon seeing this, the sound of vomiting coming from the depths of Pobovich Vic's throat became more pronounced, and his eyes stared straight at the tavernkeeper, his fist clenched and released.

"Why do you want to use human toes to make wine, you know, a man has ten toes! If you want to make a glass of wine, you need a man's toes, how many toes do you need a day in this tavern?

The tavern owner lowered his head and quickly explained with a bit of grievance: "My lord, this is really not a black shop, my toes were not taken by murder, they were cut off by doctors after people were frozen." You should also feel that the temperature here is very humid, and if you walk for a long time in winter and don't pay attention to keeping warm, your toes may be frozen.

Of course, there are some that are not frosted, but they are also deliberately cut out by doctors when treating some diseases, such as treating bloating, diarrhea, dizziness, nausea, inability to get pregnant, ** too strong and so on.

In short, the origin of the toes is very regular, but the number is really small. So, a barrel of wine has only one toe – and the toes are all recycled. ”

"Wait, you say recycling?" Pobopovich found that he could no longer properly express his feelings with his expressions, in fact, he found that he no longer knew what expression to choose to use for the current situation.

Gritting his teeth, Popbo Vic mustered up his last courage, looked at the tavern owner and asked, "Then tell me, how long has it been for the toe in my wine glass?"

"The toe in your glass belongs to old Yoshimu in my town, and his son died just yesterday. The tavern owner said tactfully, "So, it's not long, it's not even forty years." ”

Popobo Vic: "......" thinks he drank the footwashing water of an old man for more than thirty years.

Silence, long silence.

After a long time, Pobobo Vic looked at the tavern owner and asked a serious question: "Are you...... Why didn't you tell me I had toes in the wine before I drank?"

"I wanted to speak, but I was interrupted by you, my lord, so I ......"

"Smack!"

There was a crunch.

Popobol Vicky suddenly slapped himself in the face.

The other hand waved weakly, and said in an undetectable tone: "Okay, my question is finished, you can go and get busy." ”

"Yes. The tavern owner didn't dare to say a word more, and quickly left with his head down.

Richard next to him looked calm, looked at Popopol Vicch, and continued to eat.

Popopol Vicky looked up, looked at Richard, and cried out with some grief, "Hey, can't you comfort me?

"Oh, don't waste it, drink it all. "By the way, I've heard people say that the right way to drink is to puff your toes and put them back in the barrel." ”

"You!" cried Pobobo Vic, almost furious, "it's too much! I'll comfort you if you drink the rum on your toes if you switch places." ”

"But I'm not going to drink it. Richard said.

"What do you mean? Did you already know that this wine was brewed on your toes?" asked Pobopol Vic.

Richard nodded: "Sort of." "He didn't tell a lie, he did know, because there was a similar wine in the Maple Leaf Country on Earth.

Pobobo Vicch glared after hearing this, looked at Richard, his breathing almost stopped, and his tongue was a little bigger: "Wait...... Wait, do you really know? That's why you refused to taste it just now?"

"The number one reason I refused to taste it was because I didn't want to drink to prevent it from affecting my thinking. Richard said, "And the toes, are the second reason." ”

"Then why didn't you tell me?" said Popobol Vich, a little irritatingly.

"Because you offered to drink it, I thought you knew. Richard glanced at Pobopol Vicch and said seriously, "Besides, when you take your first sip, you look very satisfied." I think that since you are so satisfied, it should not matter to you whether you have toes or not. So, why tell you?"

"......" Popobo Vicky looked at Richard, speechless, lowered his head and secretly clenched his fists, only hating that he was not a pufferfish, he was now so angry that he was no longer violent and irritable, but about to explode.

It's really infuriating!

He actually drank the footwashing water of an old guy for more than 30 years, and he was the only one who didn't know!

Hell, in this world, how can there be wine brewed on your toes?

This is too perverted, isn't it?!

He's simply not perverted enough to fit in with the world.

But...... Having said that, regardless of the toes, this footwash ...... Phew, it's the taste of wine, it's really good.

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