"Could it be hidden inside some stinky shoe?"
All the people: "!!!"
"Auntie’s life will be laughed away sooner or later because of you."
"Just how small is Mr. Wiggy, that he even hides inside shoes?"
"You probably don’t even need to look for him; Mr. Wiggy must have been fumigated to death by now."
"Daughter, be more reliable! Be more reliable!" Wu Zichun decided to set an example. He couldn’t let his daughter continue with such wild guesses.
"Let’s first determine what kind of coffee Mr. Wiggy drank?"
To judge a character, you need to start from certain aspects, right?
"This is good! This is good!" Little Sweetie immediately stood up and ran over, looking into the cup. Then she made an exaggerated face-palming gesture.
"It’s awful! Mommy! There’s poison inside!"
"Pfft!" Everyone burst into laughter again.
"Poisoned! Poisoned! Hahaha!"
"Mr. Wiggy: I really should thank you."
"I’m missing, not dead."
"Child, that’s black coffee."
Even Wu Zichun was stunned. The waiter standing by twitched his mouth.
Luo Jinxun couldn’t hold back either, pointing patiently at the cup to explain to his daughter, "This is black coffee."
"Oh..." Little Sweetie immediately understood, "Coffee that turns you black after drinking it!"
"I can’t take it anymore, family, I really can’t!"
"This is the first time I’ve heard of coffee that turns you black after you drink it."
"If coffee were a living person, it would probably have died from anger right at this moment!"
"I might not only turn black. I might turn green as well."
"Hahaha!" Wu Zichun couldn’t stop laughing, the kind he couldn’t contain.
"Then how about letting your daddy drink a cup, too, okay?"
"No," Little Sweetie shook her head seriously. "I don’t like little black people! I like little yellow people!"
"Haha! Little yellow people too!"
"Luo Champion must be questioning his life right now."
"So, let’s have a cup of yellow coffee!"
Watching his daughter, Luo Jinxun was also at a loss whether to cry or laugh. "Alright, alright, how about daddy turns into a little yellow person for you to see, okay?"
"Yeah! Good! A little yellow person with a green hat!"
Yellow, he could handle, but he wasn’t ready for green.
"Let me see what kind of coffee this is." Luo Jinxun picked it up and took a sniff.
"How is it?" Wu Zichun looked at him, eager to hear what he’d say.
Luo Jinxun usually drank coffee because it enhanced his reaction speed and mental state.
He certainly knew quite a bit about it.
"It’s a high-concentration coffee," Luo Jinxun said after a brief glance, then put it back down on the table.
In the eyes of a straight man like him, one who spent all day only practicing boxing,
Even with a hundred different coffees laid out in front of him, the result would be the same.
They all tasted pretty much identical.
He definitely wouldn’t be able to name them on the spot.
"Honey, you might as well have said it was poisoned,"
That way they would have something to investigate.
"Haha!" Everyone in the live stream broke their defenses.
Indeed, saying something or not was the same.
Luo Jinxun: "...He also likes to smoke. I recognize this cigarette."
He glanced at the name on it. There were two letters.
They represented a name.
It seemed he had smoked it before.
After thinking for a long time, Luo Jinxun couldn’t remember, since he’d quit smoking for Wu Zichun many years ago and hadn’t paid attention to these things.