Suddenly there was a loud shout from the side, which startled the father and son.
Claude turned around and saw Albert appearing out of nowhere, standing at the door of the restaurant, staring at the Silver Taller and Riasso on the table with red eyes.
Mr. Morsan frowned, because there was a strong smell of bad wine coming from Albert's body, which was extremely unpleasant.
"You haven't come back since you've been there for a day, and you still smell like alcohol. Have you drunk too much?" Mr. Morsan was a little angry, and his face darkened.
"I, I didn't go anywhere, I just played cards and drank some wine with a few friends." Albert burped and stumbled over: "No, no, why did you give him this? So much money, you, you have never given me so much money."
Seeing that Albert was about to reach for the money on the table, Claude opened his hand in disgust: "This is not the money for me, this is the money I owe for an antique cookbook I bought. I want to pay it back to others."
"You, you're talking nonsense." Albert almost fell down, and finally used his hands to support the edge of the table to steady his body: "What, what nonsense antique dishes, recipes, dishes, are there any antique recipes, you, you just , will lie to me”
Albert pointed at Mr. Morsant with his finger, so close that he almost hit his face: "You, you are too partial, give him so much money, if I hadn't come back, just right, just right, I have been, been, concealed, concealed by you."
Mr. Morsan was already a little angry. No one could bear to have his fingers pointed in the face like this, let alone his eldest son. He stood up, trying his best to suppress his anger and maintain the dignity of a father: "Abel, you are drunk, go wash your face, rinse your mouth, and clean yourself up. As a personal attendant of Sir Fox Secretary, you have to act like a member of the upper class and maintain your demeanor at all times. Don’t make yourself look like a drunk bum on the street."
It's just that the drunk Albert didn't pay attention to his father at all. He only stared at the two coins on the table: "You, you can't give me, my money, give it to him, this, This is my money, it’s mine, it’s all mine.”
Albert grabbed Mr. Morsan by the collar and let out a big belch, which made Mr. Morsan feel nauseous.
"Let go," Mr. Morsan became angry and yelled at his eldest son.
"No, don't let go." Albert was still insisting. At this moment, he had completely lost his fear of his father: "Give me my money, give it to my family. All the money in my family is mine, mine." "
Why are you arguing with a drunkard? Claude stepped forward, took Albert's hands, twisted them, and pushed him back. Albert involuntarily let go of Mr. Morsant's collar and staggered back a few steps. , finally stopped.
"Go away." Mr. Morsant pushed Claude aside, raised his hand and slapped his eldest son. With a "pop" sound, this slap was hard and hard enough. Albert originally He spun around twice and fell to the ground. The left side of his face quickly became red and swollen at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
"Go back to your room and come see me tomorrow when you are sober." Mr. Morsan roared, no longer paying attention to his eldest son lying on the floor, and was about to go upstairs. After taking two steps, he turned around and put down the book on the table. Holding the magic recipe in his arms, he walked upstairs.
Claude picked up the two coins on the table and looked at Albert lying on the ground. It turned out that he didn't know whether he was knocked unconscious by his father's slap or because he was drunk and fell asleep. He was lying like this. like a statue.
He squatted down and took a closer look, and found that the guy was still breathing. It seemed like nothing was wrong. Claude stood up and kicked the guy on the ground, trying to wake him up. Unfortunately, the guy still didn't react. He scratched his head and decided not to care. When he looked up, he saw his sister standing in a daze at the door of the kitchen. The scene that just happened in the restaurant frightened Loli.
"It's okay, Anna. Albert is just drunk. Father just taught him a lesson." Claude went over and touched his sister's head to tell Loli not to worry.
"Just let him lie down like this?" Loli asked.
"Well, I can't hold him. Why is he so tall?" Claude