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As a shop assistant, she knew very well.
Aoba needs to meet the basic needs of his customers; the more drinks and food he sells, the more money he can make.
However, this time, when she reached out to accept the cup with a smile, Aoba stopped her.
"Let me do it."
"Eh?!" Thor looked at Aoba as if he had made a mistake. "Manager, I can do it."
Aoba took the two wine glasses, looked at Thor who seemed a little lost, and smiled:
"I know Thor is very capable, but they've already had too much to drink, so don't pour them any more."
After saying that, he took the wine glass and went to the kitchen.
He took off his soaking wet coat and put his apron back on. "Thor is a very competent shop assistant, but..."
"Good shop assistants sometimes make their own judgments based on the customer's situation and cannot blindly satisfy the customer's unreasonable demands."
Unreasonable demands?
Thor looked thoughtfully at the two mature women who were already slumped over the table, seemingly having matured a little in that instant.
"Drinking this much is already an unreasonable demand. In the future, Thor will also encounter guests who make excessive requests. At that time, he can just refuse them directly."
Aoba lifted the curtain and went to the back kitchen, placing a beer glass next to the stove.
Light the fire, pour in water, and add some hawthorn and barley.
After simmering briefly, pour it out and use the freezer function to cool it down to a temperature that is safe to drink.
This is the simplest hangover remedy.
Aoba glanced at Thor, who was watching her expectantly from behind, and chuckled:
"Hangover soup is actually very easy to make. If Thor learns how, he can make it for his friends and family in the future."
"It will be very effective on drunk people."
Thor blinked his admiring little eyes and nodded repeatedly.
Although she has never experienced being drunk, and dragons don't seem to get drunk either, right?
However, it cannot be ruled out that human magic could produce similar effects.
This kind of dish, which removes specific effects, would be considered a special potion even in Thor's world.
Aoba poured the hangover soup into beer glasses, lifted the curtain, walked to the front hall, and placed two glasses of hangover soup, which were about the same color as the beer, on the table.
"Gentlemen, the drinks are here."
"Hehe~ Little Qingye, why are you so handsome?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was lying on the table, looked like a drunken woman harassing a respectable man. She propped herself up on the table and hung half of her body on Aoba.
"Seriously, the more I look at that face, the angrier I get!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka gently tugged at Aoba's cheeks, making strange faces.
He's clearly very handsome, but why...
Why be so fickle!
And my mother and her family, why do they insist on forcing me to go on blind dates?!
After getting drunk, Hiratsuka Shizuka seems to be unleashing the little wild beast within her.
She was never the obedient daughter of a traditional high-ranking official's family.
Whether it was when I was a child or now...
They simply embraced ideas like "making it a fait accompli" or "marrying because of pregnancy."
Hiratsuka Shizuka gave a lukewarm hum.
Right in front of Aoba, she took off her white sweater, revealing a white shirt underneath.
She looked down at her short skirt and stockings, then at Aoba, before kicking off her high heels and hugging Aoba's chest.
This. . .
Watching Hiratsuka Shizuka's bold actions, and the high heels that were thrown into Yukari's arms across the way.
It wasn't just Aoba who was stunned.
Even Kanna, who had been standing blankly at the door, caught the high heels that fell from the sky and glared at us angrily.
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Yukino Fuyuki looked at the impudent woman clinging to her commander-in-chief, her tone teasing, but her narrowed eyes were frightening:
"Lord Aoba, should I freeze her into an ice sculpture?"
Hey ~
As soon as these words came out.
Reiko, standing nearby, widened her eyes and quickly stopped her, saying, "Sister Yuki-onna, isn't that a bit too harsh?"
Aoba rubbed his head, looking troubled.
He had drunk with Hiratsuka Shizuka quite a few times before, so why did he suddenly change like this this time?
"Do you need any help, manager?" Seeing that Aoba was really in a difficult position, Reiko kindly asked.
After all, being entangled by a drunk girl would probably be a hassle for the shop manager.
"Not for now..." Aoba simply picked up the already dazed Hiratsuka Shizuka.
Looking apologetically at Kanna by the door:
"Kanna-chan, could you please hand over this older sister's clothes and shoes?"
Kanna, with her chubby little hands, picked up the scattered shoes and clothes, looking at Hiratsuka Shizuka in Aoba's arms:
"Lord Aoba, is she a bad woman?"
Children's questions can be very straightforward.
Aoba couldn't help but laugh and said, "She's not quite there yet, she's just a drunkard at best."
"Lord Kotor said that humans who like to litter are bad people."
"Not everyone who likes to throw things is a bad person. Kanna will meet a lot of people in the future. They may have some bad habits, but they are not bad people."
"Kanna~ Got it!"
The little girl put her finger to her lips, "Anyway, Lord Aoba is a good person!"
Aoba gave Kanna a brief explanation of her philosophy of life.
After dressing Hiratsuka Shizuka in her clothes and shoes, he stood up and looked towards the kitchen, where Tohru was experimenting with the hangover soup:
"Thor, I'll take them back. Thank you for watching over the shop these past few days."
"No problem, don't worry, manager!"
The girl poked out her dragon horns, her bright eyes sparkling with joy.
The heavy rain is still falling.
Aoba tied Hiratsuka Shizuka behind his back with an apron, and then sank one hand directly into the soft flesh behind him.
In front of him, the already delirious Yukari was clinging to Aoba's neck, being led away by him in a daze.
It is very difficult for a drunk person to control their direction.
Unlike Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was fast asleep behind her.
Aoba could clearly feel that Yukino-sensei was subtly helping him conserve his energy.
"Teacher Yukino?"
"Hmm~hmm~"
At his shout, her delicate body trembled violently, but she quickly pretended to be confused and rubbed heavily against Qingye.
At first, Aoba only had doubts.
But this is enough to confirm it directly.
"Teacher Yukino, you're not drunk at all, are you?"
"I can't help it," Aoba said helplessly.
"I'd forgotten, you used to love drinking, and your office drawer was always full of beer..."
"How could you possibly get drunk from just this little bit of alcohol?"
Aoba's tone was sarcastic.
Bai Xiangli, who was standing in front of her, remained silent, but tightened her grip on Qingye's arm.
With her head bowed and her face hidden by her hair, her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the raindrops scattering at her toes.
"Passion Fruit?"
Seeing that Yukino Yukari remained silent, Aoba no longer hesitated.
Whether she's drunk or not, I can still carry her back on my shoulder!
Chapter 136 Aoba: Yukino-sensei, your academic background is quite sensitive~
I still took a taxi.
Amidst the taxi driver's surprised gaze, Aoba dragged the two women into the back seat.
The driver, who had been thinking of asking if they needed help, suddenly fell silent when he saw Aoba's unbelievably beautiful face.
He turned away with a stern face and focused on driving.
I initially thought it would be a fellow swindler picking up a dead woman, but it turns out he's a gigolo kept by a rich woman.
The driver remained silent throughout the journey.