Chapter: 358

He then added another sentence: "It's good if it works."

The bartender didn't talk any more, and asked, "What do you need?"

"A glass of Gouxiang absinthe." Lumian tapped the bar with his fingers, expressing that he was thinking, "What do you eat here?"

"How about Duval broth? Three ricks and a tablespoon," the bartender suggested. 3 Rick is 15 Cope, 0.15 Felkin. Lumian showed an attitude of great interest: "What is Duval broth?"

The bartender explained casually: "The owner of a restaurant, Dival, invented it. He put meat, sauerkraut, turnip, etc. together to make a thick soup, and finally sprinkled cheese and bread crumbs. Just one serving can make you full. And it tastes pretty good, so Duval is rich now and moved to the Opera district.

The Candide Market area where Lumian is currently located, also known as the market area, is located on the south bank of the Salem Left River, with a large number of poor streets, while the Opera House area is on the north bank of the Salem Left River, close to the boulevard, one of the core of the Republic district.

There are twenty districts within the walls of Trier.

"Sounds like a good amount." Lumian smiled and nodded, "Then have one." Although he can recover his physical condition by six o'clock in the morning, he doesn't have to worry about hunger, but eating is one of the few things that makes him feel One of the things about being alive.

The bartender nodded, and then asked, "Xiao Mu Naiyin or somersault?"

"What?" Lumian didn't hide his bewilderment.

"This is Trier slang for pubs, cafés, and beer." "Xiao Mu Nai Yin" refers to a small portion of herbaceous vermouth, somersault is a double portion, and "red tomato" is absinthe with pomegranate Juice, with mint is "parrot, there are many like it" friends, in Trier, you still have a lot to learn.

"Then Xiao Mu Naiyin." Lumian could feel the bartender's hidden discrimination against foreigners, but he didn't care.

"Seven Ricks." The bartender quoted the price while opening the small goblet.

This is more expensive than the absinthe in the old tavern in the village of Cordu, but where there is an entrance tax, it is very good.

Not long after, Lumian had a glass of light green absinthe with a psychedelic brilliance. He picked it up, took a sip, and felt the faint but timeless bitterness in the refreshing taste permeating into his brain.

While waiting for the waitress to bring Duval broth, Lumian looked around and found glass jars, hoses, valves, gears and other objects piled up on the side of the bar.

"This is?" He looked at the bartender questioningly.

While wiping the cup, the bartender replied casually: "It was left by a previous tenant, he is a believer in the "God of Steam and Mechanics", and he always felt that he had a talent for mechanics, so he saved a lot of similar things.

"What about him now?" Although Lumian guessed that the ending would not be happy, he still asked quite cooperatively.

The bartender was silent for two seconds and said: Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and looked sideways at the pile of semi-assembled parts. After a few seconds of thinking, he left the high stool, squatted on the side of the bar and started to fiddle with the pile of things.

The bartender glanced at him and didn't stop him, but just reminded him when Duval broth was brought from the kitchen.

After being busy for a while, Lumian sat back on the high stool and tasted the thick soup with a spoon. The rich aroma of meat, the taste of cheese, the refreshingness of sauerkraut, and the sweetness of turnip combine together to form an unforgettable delicious taste, and the juicy bread eyebrows are the most precious jewel in the crown of this food .

What Lumian didn't expect was that there were several pieces of meat in a plate of thick soup for 3 ricks, which could really fill an adult.

When the dinner plate was clean, Lumian took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth and squatted back next to the pile of semi-assembled parts, continuing the busy work just now.

Ten minutes later, he placed a machine on the bar.

The top of this machine is a glass jar, and the bottom is complicated parts, connected with two rubber soft camps.

Lumian immediately asked for a glass of water, poured the remaining Yinxiang wine into it, and dyed the transparent colorless liquid a pale green.

Finally, he inserted one of the rubber hoses into the cup. The bartender with a ponytail and a very artistic temperament read it carefully, and asked doubtfully, "What's the day?

"This is my invention." Lumian drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest, "I am also a believer in the god of steam and machinery, and have made many achievements in the field of machinery."

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his left palm wearing a black glove, and pointed to the machine: "It is an epoch-making machine, and its function is beyond your imagination!"