The action of Hathaway letting go really made Jenkins feel relieved, a smile appeared on his face, and he picked up the knife and fork again with both hands. While relaxing, he said another very inappropriate sentence:
"No, no, you don't have to say anything. We're friends, aren't we?"
"friend?"
The girl chewed this word in her heart, looked at Jenkins' smiling face, and suddenly wanted to punch that handsome face hard.
The cat hid on the cupboard and snickered, because what happened just now was really interesting. Its long life has seen countless things among mortals, and its joys and sorrows have become commonplace, but what happened around Jenkins still makes it very interesting.
But, if Jenkins is actually married to some mortal woman, that means it's also...
The cat suddenly realized this, and it would never allow anyone to invade its living space.
After breakfast, Jenkins sent Hathaway to the carriage at the intersection of St. George Street. During this period, they met Mr. Goodman, a neighbor who was working. He saw Jenkins and a strange red-haired girl in the early morning. Come out together at home.
The middle-aged man blinked at Jenkins, and Jenkins responded with a puzzled wink.
Jenkins did not agree to Hathaway's proposal to lead him on the road of music. There are many paths he can choose, but he knows which one is the furthest he can go. And watching the carriage go away, leaving clear ruts on the snow surface and disappearing at the next intersection, for some reason, I suddenly feel a little heavy.
Someone patted on the shoulder suddenly, and when he turned his head, it was actually Dad standing behind him:
"What are you thinking?"
As he said that, he walked in the direction of Jenkins' house first: "I called you twice just now, but you didn't seem to hear it."
"Oh, just sent Hathaway off, and we talked about going to the preview on Sunday."
He made up some random excuse and pushed open the gate to let Dad in.
Today is a normal working day, and the purpose of Dad's coming here is to call Jenkins to go to the warehouse area in the east of the city.
There are two large warehouse areas in Nolan City, one is near the pier, which is responsible for storing goods transported by sea; the other is near the railway station in the east of the city, where goods for land transport are stored.
I still remember that at the end of last year, Dad asked Jenkins if he would like to go to the Hampawa Kingdom in the north to pick up a batch of goods. He was unwilling to leave Nolan at the time, so he didn't agree, and now the last batch of those batches of goods was finally delivered.
The reason why he asked Jenkins to go with him was because there was a very important statue among them. The old man didn't want to store it in the warehouse, but let Jenkins carry it directly to the church.
The steam train carrying goods is expected to stop at Nolan Station at 9:00 am for a three-hour stop. The number of this train is C-TP-0933, which means that the track of this train is along the west coast of the park. The towering Skrtel Mountains separate the kingdom of Hampavo from the kingdom of Fidiktli, but the mountains don't reach anywhere near the coast, giving merchants a third option for shipping and rounding half a continent away. .
The trains were never on time, so Pop and Jenkins rested for another half hour in St. George's Street before boarding the carriage and setting off.
In fact, when the father came just now, he also saw Hathaway walking out of Jenkins' house. But he didn't ask anything, because the relationship between young people is very complicated, and some things are left to them to solve themselves.
The expectations for the train and the weather were exactly the same, the train did not show up on time, and the weather was extremely gloomy. Jenkins and Dad didn't want to stand in the cold and wait, so they paid a boy to watch it here. The two of them found a cafe on the side of the street and walked in.
Cafes are a symbol of the elegant middle class in this era—it seems to be the same in Jenkin's era. Their high consumption levels and unsatisfactory drinks and food are destined not to be loved by the general public.
Jenkins has never been to this restaurant named [Little Joker Cafe], but there are indeed a lot of drinks here. Because he had just eaten breakfast, neither he nor his father were hungry, so they each ordered a drink. Pop ordered coffee with milk, and Jenkins ordered a cup of hot chocolate.
He intended to tease his cat, but soon realized that the cat's intelligence might not be able to understand the meaning.
"do you know?"
While waiting, the two chatted about some boring topics:
"When cocoa beans were first discovered on isolated islands off the mainland, chocolate was an expensive drink reserved for royalty."
"I know, "Plant Exploration: The History of Commonly Used Edible Plants" said that chocolate was used by nobles as a cui love medicine a long time ago because it can promote blood circulation."
Jenkins nodded and added that this interesting knowledge is one of the reasons he likes to read those boring books.
"It is said that the king of the ancient Shikali Kingdom, Emperor Kerel III, could drink thirty cups of hot chocolate a day. But I think such records are exaggerated, after all, the taste of early chocolate is really not very good."
While talking, the waiter had already brought up the drinks for the two, and Jenkins handed him two penny coins as a tip. He's still not used to tipping, but it's a must.
"As cocoa beans can be planted on a large scale on the mainland, the price of chocolate has gradually decreased. But even today, most people still think that it is an aphrodisiac / aphrodisiac drink. Therefore, giving each other chocolate, in the Between men and women is seen as a great suggestion."
The old man continued, watching the cat reach out to sniff the contents of the Jenkins cup, and then ran away uninterested and continued to play with the tablecloth.
"The taste is not bad."
Jenkins took a sip and put down his glass. Because he was sitting close to the wall, even if he looked out, he could only see the view of the foggy street when someone opened the door.
Accidentally, someone pushed the door and came in. It didn't matter who came in, but the moment he opened the door, Jenkins seemed to see a combat team from the Church of the Sages hurrying past on the street.
"Father, let me see..."
"It has nothing to do with us."
It really wasn't an illusion, it was indeed a familiar person passing by. The old man knocked on the table with his fingers, signaling that he didn't need to continue talking:
"If you are curious, you can go to the church after get off work today to inquire. But at least for now, this has nothing to do with us, do you understand?"