"It tastes really good. I thought there was some foot odor, but it didn't." Bobo Bovich looked at Richard and recommended, "Richard, do you want to try it?"
At this time, Richard was scooping up a spoonful of milk mushroom soup, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he looked at Bobo Bovich, shook his head, and meaningfully refused.
"That's up to you." Bobo Bovich took another sip and suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at the tavern owner who had not had time to walk out and asked curiously, "By the way, boss, I want to ask Excuse me, why is this drink called Toe Rum
Compared with ordinary rum, it is very refreshing, not unpleasant to drink, and does not have any weird smell of feet, so why is it called toe rum? "
"Um..." The tavern owner who was about to leave stopped, turned around stiffly, and smiled stiffly under the curious gaze of Bobo Bovich, trying to use a soft and non-irritating expression. The tone of voice said: "My lord, because it is soaked with toes."
"What?" Bobo Bovich blinked, as if he didn't understand, and asked again. However, the wine glass that was about to be brought to his mouth suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Well..." the tavern owner replied bravely, "Sir, it is this kind of wine that is soaked with toes, so it is called toe rum."
"Toes? Toes!" Popobo Vicki's eyes widened little by little, 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: "Is it an animal's toe? A tiger's? A lion's?"
"No, sir, it's a human toe." The tavern owner said.
"I don't believe it!" The blood vessels at Bobo Bo Vicki's temples were somewhat prominent.
"Sir, your toe is at the bottom of your wine glass. If you can drink all the wine, you can see it." The tavern owner said.
Bobo Bovich froze.
He didn't even have to drink up the wine. As soon as his eyes glanced into the glass, he saw the shadow at the bottom of the glass. With a little closer inspection, he could see clearly that there was indeed a dark red toe that had been soaked and wrinkled, lying quietly at the bottom of the cup.
After seeing this, the sound of vomiting coming from the depths of Bobo Bo Vicki's throat became more obvious. He stared directly at the tavern owner, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Why do you need to use human toes to brew wine? Did you know that a person only has ten toes in total! If you need to use one person's toes to brew a glass of wine, how many toes does your tavern need in one day? Is this what you are doing? A black shop that specializes in killing people and taking their toes?!" Bobo Bo Vicki shouted.
The tavern owner lowered his head and explained quickly with a bit of grievance: "Sir, this is really not a black shop. The toes were not taken by murderers. They were cut off by doctors after someone was frozen. You should also feel it. The temperature here is very hot." It's humid. If you walk for a long time in winter and don't keep warm, your toes may get frozen.
Of course, there are still some that are not frozen, but they are specially cut by doctors when treating some diseases, such as treating abdominal distension, diarrhea, dizziness, nausea, inability to get pregnant, excessive ejaculation, etc.
In short, the sources of toes are very formal, but the number is indeed small. Therefore, a barrel of wine only has one toe—the toes are all recycled. "
"Wait a minute, you said recycling?" Bobo Bovich found that he could no longer express his mood correctly with expressions. In fact, he found that he no longer knew what expression to use to deal with the current situation.
Gritting his teeth, Bobo Bovich summoned up his last courage, looked at the tavern owner and asked: "Then tell me, how long have I been using the toe in my wine glass?"
"The toe in your wine glass belongs to old Jimu from my town. His son just passed away yesterday." The tavern owner said euphemistically, "So, it hasn't been long, it's less than forty years."
Bobo Bovich: "..." It felt like he drank the foot-washing water of an old man for more than thirty years.
Silence, long silence.
After a long time, Bobo Bovich looked at the tavern owner and asked a question seriously: "You... why didn't you tell me that there were toes in the wine before I drank?"
"What I wanted to say was interrupted by you, sir, so..."
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound.
Popobo Veitch suddenly slapped himself in the face.
The other hand waved feebly and said in a low and unobtrusive tone: "Okay, I'm done asking my questions, you can go and do your work."
"Yes." The tavern owner didn't dare to say another word, lowered his head and left quickly.
Richard next to him looked calm, looked at Bobo Bo Vicki, and continued eating.
Bobo Bo Vicki raised his head, looked at Richard, and shouted angrily: "Hey, can't you comfort me? I drank rum soaked in my toes!"
"Oh, don't waste it, just drink it all." Richard said, "By the way, I heard people say that after drinking, squeezing your toes and putting it back into the barrel is the most correct way to drink."
"You!" Bobo Bovich almost went berserk and shouted, "You've gone too far! If the identities were reversed and you drank rum soaked in your toes, I would definitely comfort you."
"But I don't know how to drink." Richard said.
"What do you mean? Did you already know that this kind of wine is made from toes?" Bobo Bo Vicki asked.
Richard nodded: "That's right." He didn't lie, he did know because there is similar wine in the Maple Leaf Country on Earth.
After hearing what he said, Bobo Bovich stared at Richard, his breathing almost stagnant, and his tongue was a little big: "Wait...wait a minute, do you really know? That's why you refused to taste it just now?"
"The first reason for refusing to taste it is because I don't want to drink to prevent it from affecting my thinking." Richard said seriously, "And the second reason is the toes."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Bobo Bovich said irritably.
"Because you offered to drink this kind of wine, I thought you knew it." Richard glanced at Popovich and said seriously, "Besides, when you took the first sip, you looked very satisfied. I think, since you are so satisfied, it shouldn’t matter to you whether you have toes or not. So, why should I tell you?”
"..." Bobo Bovich looked at Richard, speechless. He lowered his head and clenched his fists secretly. He only wished that he was not a puffer fish. He was now so angry that he was no longer violent or irritable, but about to explode.
I’m so angry!
He actually drank the foot-washing water of an old guy who had been there for more than thirty years, and he was the only one who didn't know about it!
Damn it, how in this world can there be wine brewed with toes
Isn't this too perverted? !
He is simply out of tune with this world because he is not perverted enough.
But... Having said that, regardless of the toes, this foot washing water... Bah, it tastes like wine, it's really good.