Marvel's Psyker

For some reason, since Tony left at noon, there have been no customers in the tavern all day.

Lynch, who was bored, fell asleep on the bar counter, and slept through the night.

Lynch woke up from his sleep until the sound of knocking on the table sounded in his ears.He yawned for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure.

"Bud, are you done?"

"Well, almost."

Bud nodded, took off the coat he was wearing and put it on the table, sat in front of the bar, rubbing his eyes and cheeks with his hands.

Lynch felt a deep sense of exhaustion in Bud.

"Bud, are you... all right?"

Bud raised his head and glanced at Lynch.

Lynch showed concern and said, "Dude, you look a little tired."

Bud paused, then nodded slowly, "Maybe a little bit, Lynch, can you pour me a glass of wine? It's better to be stronger."

Lynch turned to look at the wine cabinet behind him, "Whiskey?"

"Thank you."

After taking the wine glass from Lynch, Bud raised his head and drank it down.

Seeing Bud's actions, Lynch sighed.

"Although I understand that people who are in a bad mood will drink hard alcohol, hoping to use alcohol to numb their bodies and minds."

"But as a friend, I still have to say something. Drink slowly! Man, such rough drinking not only does not taste the taste of wine, but also is not good for the body."

Bud lay on the bar and laughed out loud.

"But how can physical health be a concern to someone who is grieving?"

"They just want to escape the sadness, even though they know it's temporary and illusory. After waking up, the sad things still exist, the sad emotions still have to be faced, and nothing changes."

"But even so, haven't human beings always pursued this short-lived and illusory escape? Because they never thought of a real escape from the very beginning! Temporarily paralyzing themselves is just before launching a counterattack against the hell life. Just a nap!"

"That's right."

Listening to Bud's sound words, Lynch nodded, lifted the bottle, and refilled a glass for Bud.

Bud raised his head and took another sip, and then Lynch poured him another drink.

For some reason, there were still no customers in the tavern at night.

An old man and a young man sat on both sides of the bar, one holding a wine glass and the other holding a wine bottle.The old man drinks, and after drinking, the boy will pour the wine for the old man.

The tavern was very quiet, only the sound of wine flowing in the glass.It was a very soft, very charming voice, gently echoing in the tavern.

The two of them kept acting like this without saying a word.No change, like a wound machine.

This glass of wine seems to last forever until the end of time...

The glass for drinking whiskey is generally not big, and when pouring the wine, only a small half glass of wine that barely covers the bottom of the glass is poured.

But even so, Bud was finally drunk when Lynch raised his hand and the bottle couldn't pour another drop.

He lay down on the bar counter and fell asleep.After a while, there was a small snoring sound. When Lynch first heard it, he thought it was Bud crying in a low voice.

Lynch carried Bud on his back, took his coat, and carried him up to the second floor above the tavern, which is Bud's home.

After finding the bedroom, putting Bud on the bed, undressing him, and covering him with the quilt, Lynch exited the bedroom and quietly closed the door.

He could see that Bud must have encountered a serious event.

You know, this old man who likes to laugh and can cook delicious food is by no means a person who will be beaten by life so casually that he needs to drink to drown his sorrows.

"Hey, life!"

Because he was worried, Lynch made do with it all night on the sofa outside the living room.Although it was cold at night, Lynch had spiritual powers to strengthen his body, so he didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

Bud's rhythmic snoring was vaguely heard in his ears.In this regular sound, spend the night.

Bud sniffled amidst crisp bird calls and woke up.

Originally, Bud wanted to turn over and continue to sleep for a while, but he was suddenly surprised to find a good smell in his nose, which made his stomach keep rumbling, and he no longer had the desire to sleep.

Getting up from the bed, Bud simply took a handful of water and rubbed his face.The cold water hit his face, which made Bud wake up a lot.

Following the scent, Bud went down the stairs and stood at the kitchen door.

In front of the stove, Lynch was busy wearing an apron, and there was a pot on the fire that Bud had never seen before.

"you're awake?"

Lynch sensed that there was someone behind him, and without turning his head, he continued to be busy with the matter at hand.

"Well, are you?"

"I'm making breakfast! I'll let you try Chinese breakfast, lobster and seafood porridge!"

Lynch tapped the side wall of the casserole with the spoon in his hand, making a dull sound.

"It's great that there is a big supermarket nearby. When I go out in the morning, I'm worried that I won't be able to buy a casserole."

As he spoke, Lynch added finely chopped ginger and scallion to the casserole, and added a teaspoon of salt.

After scooping up a small spoonful of rice porridge and tasting it, Lynch smacked his lips with a satisfied expression.

Using gloves to pad the casserole to the table outside, Lynch took two small bowls and filled a bowl of rice porridge for the two of them.

"Why don't you sit down and have a taste?"

After Lynch took a sip of the porridge, seeing Bud standing beside him without moving, he raised his head and asked.

Bud, who was in a daze, was awakened, "Oh! Okay, here we come."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Bud scooped up a spoonful of porridge in a bowl and looked at it in front of his eyes, his eyes were filled with unstoppable joy.

Different from the kind of raw rice sandwiched in the common Spanish paella in the West, the Chinese seafood porridge obviously boils the rice grains to be extra soft.

In the light red rice soup, the pink and tender shrimp meat, shell meat, and light yellow shredded ginger and emerald green scallions are dotted in it, which makes people feel appetizing when they look at it.

Smelling the scent of rice and blowing gently, Bud put the spoon into his mouth.

The dense rice grains melt in the mouth with a sip, and the soft and elastic shrimp meat echoes between the teeth and tongue.With a slight movement of the throat, the melted rice porridge slipped into the stomach with the rich seafood fragrance, and the warm feeling spread from the stomach, and it spread in a few strokes, warming the whole body.

Bud exhaled lightly and praised: "This is really the best bowl of porridge I've ever had in my life!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Lynch laughed, "It seems that my craftsmanship is not enough to ruin your brand~"

"You still remember this."

Bud rubbed his head, thinking about what he said to Lynch when he went out yesterday, he blushed a little.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Bud hurriedly scooped up another spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth, took a few sips and swallowed it, once again experiencing the feeling of the warm seafood aroma spreading in his body.

Just like that, the two stopped talking, and both began to concentrate on drinking porridge.