At Jade Springfield's question, Altair Mo felt that his pride as a man was being challenged.
"No," he said with the utmost confidence. "But I can learn". Altair Mo took out a fish from the plastic bucket. "Would you teach me?"
Jade Springfield frowned. Honestly, it was a pain. In any case, this man was Bun's father after all. I would treat this as a favor to Bun.
"Sure."
The corner of Altair Mo's lip curled and he got to work.
Step 1, knock out the fish.
Perfectly done.
Steps 2 and 3 were also executed beautifully.
After Altair Mo cleaned all the fish, he began to regret it. This was not the time to flaunt his photographic memory. He should have downplayed it a bit.
Just when Altair Mo was thinking about this, Jade Springfield stood up. "This cube is yours."
Altair Mo looked into the bucket, it was completely full, there were at least 20 of them in there.
"So many? Can we finish it?"
"We'll pickle the extra. Those taste good too."
That night, the dishes served were all normal everyday dishes, but they all tasted amazing.
Jade Springfield pulled out an ice cold beer that she had put in the refrigerator beforehand. "Guys, do you want some?
"Yes, I want one!" Lucien Goldstein looked at Jade Springfield as he raised his hand and walked over to help her with the drinks.
"Are there any beer openers?" Just when Lucien Goldstein said this, Jade Springfield already had an opener in one hand and a beer in the other. She put them together and, with a light tap, opened the bottle.
Lucien Goldstein immediately shot her a thumbs up.
"You do not drink?" Jade Springfield asked as she looked at Altair Mo, who was sitting next to her.
"He can't. He will get drunk from a drop," said Lucien Goldstein.
Jade Springfield cast a glance at Altair Mo, her eyes showing disdain. Once again, Altair Mo felt his manly pride being challenged.
"The beer is fine." Altair Mo saw it just now, the bottle of Suntory beer in Jade Springfield's hand had an alcohol level of 3.6%. There should be no problem.
"Really?" Jade Springfield asked.
Lucien Goldstein pursed his lips. "What man could handle it when the woman he loves asks him a question like that?"
" Really." Altair Mo took the beer from Jade Springfield's hands, poured himself a full glass, then leaned his head back and drank it.
Jade Springfield saw that Altair Mo's face did not turn red, nor did he have any reaction. She reasoned with herself: 'The alcohol content is so low, no matter how low the tolerance is, there is no way.'
Altair Mo had fallen on the table.
There was silence. The living room was extremely quiet.
"Ahem…" Lucien Goldstein cleared his throat. "You guys should continue. I'll take Mr. Mo back inside."
Dante Westwood also stood up. The two of them flanked Altair Mo's left and right as they carried him back to the house.
Jade Springfield turned her gaze and took a piece of chicken for Bun. She then sighed sadly. "I wonder if you will inherit your father's genes and fall in one fell swoop?"
"No!" Bun shook his head.
Lucien Goldstein overheard Jade Springfield and Bun's conversation the moment he returned. It was a good thing that Mr. Mo was drunk and unconscious. Otherwise, if he heard this conversation about him not impressing them, he would be left evaluating his life options.
The next day, Monte Miller had left the city district early to return home. When he returned, he didn't go home first. Instead, he headed to Jade Springfield's house. In his hand were some lychees and bananas that he had bought at a fruit stand in the city district.
Jade Springfield took Bun to the garden to weed. Today it was Altair Mo's turn to stay behind while Dante Westwood and Lucien Goldstein left to investigate.
Jade Springfield patted her pockets and frowned.
"Did something fall?" Altair Mo guessed.
Yes "My phone" Jade Springfield nodded.