Buti was left speechless by Moji's question. He could only watch Moji dragging Lake towards the small living room of the cafeteria. Naturally, he couldn't stand there alone, so he could only helplessly shake his head and follow Moji.

past.

As soon as Ma Ji opened the door, Lake, who had finished sorting out his clothes that were wrinkled by Ma Ji's mother-in-law, saw that it was full of people. The medium-sized revolving table that could accommodate seven or eight people was filled with dishes, including large dishes, fish steaks, and shrimps.

Big sea crab, very luxurious.

But Lake's attention is not on them, but on them. There are a room of strong men, sitting on the chairs are almost as tall as he is standing. The oldest one is covered with white hair, hair, eyebrows, and beard.

It is all white, and there is a scar on the face like Granny Maji, but it is not on the eye, but on the right side of the face, stretching from the ear to the chin.

"How are you, Your Excellencies?"

Lake felt a little weak and stammered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he found himself being stared at by a bunch of people. Except for the strong old man who had been looking at him from the beginning, other uncles and grandfathers who looked about the same age as Granny Ma Ji also stopped their chats.

Moji and him looked back and forth at each other.

"This little guy is Buti's apprentice?"

A middle-aged man with no eyebrows looked at the brothers around him and said nothing, so he had no choice but to help them ask the question on their mind.

"Well, yes. His name is Lake Ann. He is Jeffrey's nephew. He is the one who often delivers food to me and my second son."

Moji said in a "that's who" tone, completely ignoring the fact that the four people here had never participated in the management of the canteen.

"He's the nephew of your acquaintance, right?"

The voice of the old man, who was all in white, was very loud. Lake felt like it was like a food clock that he could hear every day. He felt like the whole room was reverberating with his voice. Of course, this was just Lake's illusion, but the old man

The uncle’s voice is really loud and full of magnetism.

"For now." Ma Ji pulled up a black wooden bench close to the table, sat on it, and asked Lake to sit down as well, "Where is your master? I have already captured his apprentice, how dare you leave?

"

"Sister!"

At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the room, and the door was opened. Lake saw two people standing outside the door, one was Dad Buti, and the other was someone he often saw in the cafeteria.

Fat uncle.

"Second brother, what were you doing? Why did you come back with our distinguished guest?"

Moji's tone was a bit sharp, and Lake felt as if the fat uncle she called the second child couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, and she was going to give him a deep and unforgettable memory.

Just like his friend Tuk's mother, once Tuk makes a mistake and answers incorrectly, he will face a storm of punishment.

"Well, I was originally going to get something to drink, but I met Brother Buti, so I dragged him along to get it."

The fat man didn't seem to take Moji's threat to heart, he just smiled and scratched the back of his head, and turned sideways as he spoke so that everyone in the seats could see the drinks piled up on the flat trolley next to him.

Red, green, transparent, and colorful water are placed quietly in large and small transparent cups.

"So, what's the purpose of asking me to come? Do you want to bring my apprentice here too? This guy Maduo didn't reveal anything to me, saying that he would know when I arrive."

Buti naturally pulled out a seat and sat next to Lake, saying with a complaining tone.

At this time, except for Ma Ji, who pretended not to hear anything and poured herself some fruit wine, everyone else at the table had strange expressions, of course, excluding Lake, who still didn't understand what happened.

"This is it."

Maduo, the fat man who brought Buti over, first looked at Mo Ji who was drinking and then at his second uncle who was silent, and hesitated and hesitated.

Moji drank one glass after another of red agate-like grape wine, while the other relatives sitting there except Moji's younger brother Maduo were watching everything that happened with gloating eyes.

One of the more exaggerated ones actually watched the confused Buti and the suddenly autistic Moji eat two large plates of noodles.

Lake had no choice but to pick up the leg of lamb on the table and start chewing it. After all, he hadn't eaten anything all afternoon, and he didn't know if it was due to the ghost fragments.

He was so hungry that if Peter hadn't given them a ride, he didn't know if he would have been able to come back. Since everyone started eating, he didn't need to be patient anymore.

"boom."

This was the sound of the poured wine bottle in Moji's hand hitting the table. A large bottle of grape wine had been finished by Moji. The rosy-faced woman was already starting to get a little drunk. She put the wine glass on the table and stood up.

Staring hard at Buti.

Maduo, who had been paying attention to Moji, smiled bitterly. The other relatives quickly put down their food and looked forward to Moji's next performance.

"Buti!"

Moji walked to Buti and put his arm around Buti's shoulders. In fact, for professionals like them, generally when they reach the middle level, their aging period is greatly delayed and reduced, because Moji reached the age of 30 in his thirties.

She has reached the middle level, so her appearance has been maintained at her best, and it is estimated that she will age faster when she is in her seventies or eighties.

Due to some circumstances, Buti overused his life force, so that his appearance was almost the same as his age, which led to a very strange situation now.

A dashing middle-aged woman slumped over an ordinary-looking old man, cuddling and cuddling as if they were very close. If an unknown person came in at this moment, they might be mistaken for something strange.

relation.

"Moji, you are drunk."

Under the public gaze, Buti's ears were a little red, and he quickly took away Ma Ji's arm on his shoulder. Although he was over fifty years old and almost halfway through his life, he still couldn't pretend to do such a thing.

It's like nothing happened.

"Yes! I'm drunk!"

Moji admitted decisively, and her red lips blew the breath of wine into Buti's ears. A hot and humid wind blew by Buti's ears, and he trembled involuntarily.

"After all these years, why are you still so shy? No wonder even the guy from Xianghe Town didn't accept him."

Lake, who quietly moved his chair away from the "battle zone", heard people who seemed to be relatives of Madam Magee whispering something nearby, so he quietly moved his chair towards them again.

It's not easy to get tidbits about dad. Dad won't tell it, and no one else is willing to tell it, so how can he know?

"It's time for you to rest!"

Buti wanted to pull Moji off from her body and help her onto her chair.

"Buti Stu, will you marry me?"

Moji, who has a bold personality and is straightforward, also needed the help of alcohol to be able to say these words. After saying these words in Buti's ear, she released her hold on Buti and quietly returned to her seat.

, sat up straight and waited for Buti's answer.

"Promise her, promise her!"

A group of old men with an average age of 50 or 60 years old seemed to have found their youth again. They were all yelling and cheering. There were only four of them (Maji's second uncle was still drinking), but more than a dozen people were shouted out.

momentum.

Only then did Buti realize why Moji had invited so many people today, and why he deliberately held Lake back. Just for this purpose, he wanted to hold him up and force him to accept it amidst the crowd's booing, but if he really

If they were driven so easily, then they wouldn't have been like this for so many years.

"You know, you don't have to be like this. Such a result is not a good thing for you or me."

Buti stood up, drank all the fruit wine in the cup, gently put the cup on the table, and said deeply to Moji.

"I am already fifty-two, and more than half of my life has passed. How many fifty-twos can I have? None! There is only one! I have been waiting for you for more than thirty years! For more than thirty years, from my youthful years to

I'm old and yellow now, how many more years can I wait for you? Donna is gone, why can't you let her go?"

Moji's tone became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he actually said the name in Buti's heart that he had planned to keep in mind.

"What are you doing now? Are you so obsessed with this? Is it for your heart or just for your competitiveness?"

Upon hearing Donna's name, Buti's expression immediately turned cold and he scolded his former partner.

After saying that, he seemed to be upset, picked up a bottle of wine from the trolley on the ground, used his palm as a knife, directly split the cap of the bottle and drank half of the bottle, then slammed it on the table, causing it to splash.

All the wine that came out was scattered on the dishes.

Everyone who was still chatting and laughing suddenly became quiet and looked at him.

"You guys eat slowly, I'm leaving. Moji, I advise you to think about it again, I'm not worth it."

Buti looked at the somewhat lost Moji and sighed, walked to her and patted her shoulder, his tone became much more soothing.

"Everyone, I'm full. Please eat slowly. I'll leave first."

At this time, Lake didn't know that the sutra had opened up, and he actually helped Buti say what he wanted to say.

After Lake left quickly, Buti also bowed to the silent crowd and left, leaving behind a group of spectators who didn't know what to say and Moji who was in an indescribable mood.

"Dad."

On the way upstairs, Lake wanted to say something, but Buti just shook his head, said "I'm tired" and went back to his room and locked the door.

"But, I just want to ask, are you still going to my grandparents' place tomorrow?"
Chapter completed!