Chapter 1049?? Even if You Eat a Bite of Fried Pork Skin, You Won't Be so Drunk...

"Your grandfather's marriage is just like mine. Time has proven the correctness of this secret." Owen tapped his fingers on the table, "Albert, now apologize to me."

"What?" Albert looked dull, "Why should I apologize?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Owen said with a serious face, "Apologize to me."

"I'm sorry, father." Albert complied, but couldn't help but ask, "But why?"

"Husbands and wives are like tongues and teeth. They will inevitably touch each other. There is no couple in this world who doesn't quarrel... But, before you refute your wife..." Owen pressed his hands down and drew out his magic Minister's persuasive, "Before that, take your time... Take a step back and ask yourself two questions - do you want to win an argument, or do you want to have a good time?"

"My father taught me similar words..." Mr. Delacour nodded in agreement, "My father-in-law... Apolline's father obviously didn't know this well... You may have heard Fleur say that Apolline's Every now and then my mother would get so mad that she would transform into a horrible bird-like creature with the head of a bird with a sharp beak and a pair of scaled wings growing from her shoulders... and then my mother-in-law was like a Sprinted at my father-in-law like a fireball...and threw a real fireball at him...."

Albert swallowed silently, glanced at Mr. Delacour, who was sipping his wine glass one after another, and looked at Alan with some fear: "Alan...how about Fleur Animagus Things are still slow?"

On the contrary, Lun, who took notes carefully, responded positively like a good student answering a professor's question in class: "But you don't have to win the debate to be happy. If I win at that time, won't I convince the other party?"

"Len... This is not your usual trial... Alas, Alan and Albert and even Emily have nothing to worry about, but you and Daisy are so disturbing..." Owen patted helplessly He looked at the second son's head, his eyes were full of worry, "I also said at the time that I wanted to win, but after your grandpa heard my answer, he fell down and sobbed in front of me..."

At this moment, they were interrupted with a clatter. Mr. Delacour, who was next to him, fell drunk on the table and knocked down his wine glass. The wine spilled onto the dish, and some light yellow bubbles appeared. Albert waved his hand hastily, and the wandless used Clean Up to clean up the dining table and Mr. Delacour, who was wet with wine.

"At that time, I didn't quite understand what he meant." Owen recalled that his father was a little sad, but in an instant he pointed to his sons confidently and said, "But I can explain this to you after so many years. I am a happy man. Very happy man."

"I understand...I understand..." Mr. Delacour's well-combed mustache seemed to be drooping, "Having such a beautiful and gentle wife, you know, she is half Veela, so I am very, very A very happy man."

"Then you will definitely not quarrel." Albert thought that his attempt to prevent Furong from transforming into Veela was a slip of the tongue in front of his father-in-law, and complimented him.

"My child, don't get me wrong, we also quarrel, husband and wife always quarrel... If you keep holding your breath, anger will accumulate over time, and it will erode your brain..." Della Mr. Kuhl narrowed his eyes and said weakly, "But since the day I got married, I have never had the right to speak..."

"Albert, you have to learn how to 'communicate', that's the word-communication." Owen leaned back on the chair, hung one hand on his in-law, and said with a slanted arm, "You have to understand,

The way the other half speaks... but it takes time to practice, men and women speak differently. "

"Why is it different?" Lun quickly wrote down Owen's keyword on the paper.

"For the sake of my wife Ravenclaw..." Allen couldn't help but speak to Lun, "Len, don't talk about men and women, just think back to Daisy and Emily, what they said Are the ways different?... You don't usually talk to pure-blood families, I remember saying it very well... You just talk to them as if you are negotiating, and you have to use all your ingenuity on it..."

"I don't really understand..." Albert couldn't understand, and scratched the back of his head in confusion, "I think I have been communicating well with Fu Rong."

"Emily told me that before Fleur praised you for looking good in the Auror uniform, you kept wearing it..." Allen Zhang said, "But she just told you recently that no matter how good-looking you are, you can't stand wearing it all the time, right?"

"I didn't realize it until three years after I got married..." Owen tilted his head and approved of Alan's sarcasm, "Your mother never stated her purpose clearly, you know what happened at that time, our families on both sides Lost her own house-elf, so if she wanted me to work, she'd ask me a question, and everything was hidden in the question..."

Albert was at a loss for words, but Lun continued, "But Alan, don't you wear your clothes every day...Why don't they have any objections?"

Allen shook his head: "...After you have mastered the basics first, then consider these issues"

"Like when Morgan Le Fay and I were just married and I was going out the door with my Quidditch stick slung over my shoulder and my broomcornflower in my hand... Well, my boys, all of you Everyone should have heard your mother ask me this question - where are you going?" Owen was recalled by Mr. Delacour's words, he paused and waved his hands, "But we were only married for a few short days at that time. Months, how could I know so much, I just stupidly raised the broom and made a bit of an ironic joke, and said to her that she couldn't tell that I was going to sweep the floor..."

Albert and Lun couldn't help grinning based on their understanding of their mother, while Mr. Delacour couldn't help taking a breath, shaking his head and looking at his in-laws sympathetically, Allen thought gloatingly Let my father describe the consequences in more detail, so that he can say it accurately when he uses it to amuse others-but he is forced to be in the presence of M. Delacour, which makes him somewhat hesitant to ask the question.

"What are you laughing at? If you can't learn it, you will cry... But now I have learned something," Owen meaningfully glanced at Albert and Lun who were listening carefully, "If I recite The brooms go out to warm up with some old folks and your mother asks me where I'm going and I'll just answer - I just want to put 'em out in the sun baby and then come back and do the garden. Nothing I'm just practicing how to go out with a Quidditch stick and a broomstick..."

"But father, isn't the cornflower a kind of broomstick designed for home use?" Allen knew the model of the broomstick well, "I remember seeing an advertisement according to their series during the World Cup...it has "Safe" and "reliable", this broomstick has a built-in anti-theft buzzer."

"Albert wasn't even born at the time, so it would be nice if I could participate in Quidditch." Owen didn't say much on this issue, but the Harrises all knew the meaning of his father's words-at that time, as the last of the younger generations in the family Man, he has to ensure his own safety.

"Fleur also has this kind of blood..." Mr. Delacour, as a fat French man, doesn't like Quidditch very much. He waited for the Harrises to finish speaking, and drew a few circles on the table with his hands, and then Pointing to his own brain again, "Albert, son-in-law, my child, you have to get used to it...I can only crack Apollin's secret code by myself and find what she wants me to do, for example : For example, I lost a pair of panties on the bedroom floor, which can make her feel cold, which is what she often says angrily—it’s really chilling.”

"Well... Morgan Le Fay often complains like this." Owen echoed. He leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head sideways, and looked at Mr. Delacour as if he had found a confidant.

"If I hadn't chilled her, I'd have driven her to the wall, and that's another one of her angry words... Fleur came home from Beauxbatons and asked, 'Where's Mommy?', and all I could say was,' She's got frost on the wall', that's all I know..." Monsieur Delacour recalled those days, sighing, "You can't even guess how she was forced on the wall, the murderer was on the bedroom floor. A pair of underpants, 'in front of your eyes is the most lethal piece of cotton in the world'. That pair of underpants was thrown on the bedroom floor. If she walked up to me and said 'pick it up', it would be A few words."

"Then why didn't she just say it directly?" Albert was so confused that he couldn't understand it at all.

"Of course Apolline wouldn't have said that, otherwise it would have been too simple and straight to the point. At that moment, we had to communicate with the highest level of wizarding language, which is the ability Merlin gave us to talk around..." Delacour Mr. pushed his empty wine glass in front of Albert and asked him to refill it, "She just looked at me like this, then at my panties and asked, 'Is this yours?' I lowered my head in surprise , Confirmed again and again, this must be mine..."

"Uh...Actually, if it's not Mr. Delacour's own, I think it's your turn to ask questions..." Allen found that things gradually developed beyond his cognitive domain-in fact, the general The situation was that he was complaining about Luna's littering of underwear, "Albert, this matter should be divided into different people, you can't copy it."

"Isn't it! 'What do you want me to do?' That's the only question a husband wants to ask his wife," Mr. Delacour patted his leg. "It's like taking ancient runes, except that they all Each has its own version of the runes... so son-in-law, you are on your own to decipher the codes in their language and behavior."

"Uh...Father, Mr. Delacour...I have a question I would like to ask..." Alan, who was considered by everyone to be fine in this regard, asked unexpectedly, "If the other party helps you find other partners, which of them What's the password?"

"Alan, don't just drink butter beer..." Mr. Delacour seemed to have forgotten that Alan's drink doesn't contain alcohol, he shook his head, "Eating a bite of fried pork skin won't make you so drunk..."