Chapter 226 Praise, Ourselves

But Evander clearly saw what his eyes meant——

"I can drink better than you. ♦♦ ♦♦"

"You're quite proud."

Evander went to the cabinet nearby and took out a red wine bottle with gilt letters engraved on the surface and threw it directly to Riya through the air, not worrying about the bottle being smashed.

Riya casually stretched out her hand to secure it firmly, and watched Evander find some more fruits and spices.

"I've heard that some places have the practice of boiling red wine. White sugar, cut fruits, spices and red wine are heated together. It can be used to warm up the body in winter."

"But it's not winter now."

"That doesn't stop us from trying to make this thing. To be honest, I'm already looking forward to this sumptuous meal."

As he spoke, he began to look for tableware for boiling red wine. After Riya helped for a while, he went to the nearby jungle to practice his marksmanship, and then successfully hunted a pheasant and two large rats.

He returned to the office and was told that rats can be eaten, but everyone generally does not eat rats. In desperation, Riya could only stuff the rat into a hat and hide it, and together with everyone dealt with the colorful pheasant.

In the evening, the aroma of the food is completely stimulated with the addition of spices. The golden barbecue on the barbecue grill makes people's index fingers excited, and they want to pounce on the meat right now and eat it up.

The boiled red wine was bubbling, and as the alcohol evaporated, a fruity aroma filled the air.

Empty plates, steel forks, knives, spoons and other tableware were placed on the table, and everyone gathered around happily waiting for the meal to begin. Of course, before eating, it is customary for everyone to praise the sun.

But none of these people believed in the sun except Riya. Riya was not very religious in the first place. Now she has lost her memory and cannot remember these things.

But Evander still suggested that everyone should be grateful to any god. If you can't find it, just be grateful to yourself and wish yourself better and better in the future.

“In my opinion, it’s better to believe in yourself than to believe in anyone else, right?”

Kallivan smiled softly: "In fact, logically speaking, we should praise order, but this seems to be just a concept. After all, no one has said whether there is a god of order... So today's drink is a tribute to order and all of us."

"Here's to the Order and all of us!" The other investigators raised their glasses, and Riya also raised her glass, which contained a layer of original red wine.

The alcohol used to cook the red wine had evaporated completely, and it had no alcohol content at all. It was also distributed directly to the children.

Little Shival held up the cup in front of him with his tentacles and imitated them in toasting together. The three children, Rabbit, Octopus and Bear, also eagerly raised the glass filled with boiled red wine.

Riya: "Praise be to us all."

Cullivan and investigators: "Praise be to us all."

Three children: "Praise to us all."

Little Swale: "Ouch."

Evander curled his eyes: "You're right, praise all of us. Each of us is an object worthy of praise. After all, no one in this world lives for himself."

"But we don't have to live only for ourselves."

After the words fell, several people said in unison: "Cheers!!!"

"Bang!"

Everyone's glasses clinked together, the red wine was put into their throats, and their stomachs became warm.

"How about today's barbecue?"

"tasty!"

“Try the freshly cut fruit salads and fruit pies.”

“This is delicious too!”

"You guys eat more, there won't be enough left here."

"Yes, children, you should eat more, you are...well, growing."

"And that owl-like creature that I forgot to call, please stop chewing on the plate, and you can't chew on the table either!"

"This is an angel!"

"The angel is like this!?"

"Why have you turned into a bunch of tentacles? Change back quickly, we are eating!"

"Goo!"

Riya supported her head with one hand and squinted her eyes, while holding a wine glass with the other hand and pouring wine into her mouth from time to time. The sound in her ears was very noisy, quite close to him, but also seemed quite far away.

Little Shival ran up to him and wrapped a large piece of barbecue for him with his tentacles. Riya patted its soft body like a pile of tumorous iron worms and thought it was very well-behaved and sensible, and a good child.

"You've grown up." Riya began to talk nonsense. She didn't know what she was talking about. She only remembered that the air was full of the smell of alcohol, fruit and charcoal that day, and people's faces were full of sincere smiles.

There is no deception or intrigue. This may be a normal day. For many people, it is just a common dinner party. But for Riya, even if he has lost his memory, he can still feel the preciousness of time now.

"I said I won't get drunk, but for me, a person who can't see anything, just treat me as drunk."

Riya closed her eyes and everyone joked: "Are you composing a poem?"

"I'm a poet, even if my poetry isn't very good, I'm still a poet."

"What's not good about it? Look how energetic Swale applauds. Art is judged by others. If someone is willing to appreciate it, then that is the most perfect art."

Everyone started talking and laughing. They talked a lot, and Riya listened quietly a lot, adding in her own opinions from time to time.

The three children soon became sleepy and went back to the room Evander had packed to sleep.

Little Shivall was lying on the table, blinking his eyes as he listened to what others were saying, not sure if he could understand.

Riya put the hat on it, and it used its tentacles to lift the edge of the hat and looked at everyone. People praised it for being "pretty pleasing to the eye after a long time".

Evander put down his glass and continued to smoke his cigarette.

Kaliwen advised: "Don't smoke, smoking is harmful to your health. My grandfather died of illness because of smoking too much."

"Why do you care so much? I can wait until you die. It's not easy for me to smoke a cigarette?"

Evander took a big puff angrily, and then exhaled white smoke. He raised the pipe and knocked it on Kaliwen's head. Kaliwen said "ouch", covered his head and patted off the ashes, feeling very wronged.

Little Shival blinked and looked there, but inexplicably looked at Evander and found that the man was staring at him.

But soon, Evander looked away again, pretending that he had never seen it.

"Johnson, you seem drunk."

"No."

Riya shook his head. He was sober and this little bit of wine couldn't make him drunk.

"We are gathered together today. What would others think if they saw us?"

"No matter what they think, can those old-timers influence the behavior of the younger generation? Their era will eventually end, and the future belongs to you."

Evander flicked the ashes of his cigarette, but Leah said, "That doesn't sound like something you should say."