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Chapter 728: An Eye for the Queers
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
There were two world renowned products in Germany: one was cars, and the other was beer. Cars were somewhat controversial, but Germany was, no doubt, the king of beer––not necessarily because of the quality of beer, but more so the culture and tradition that surrounded the beer. According to traffic laws in Germany, drinking a small amount of beer was not considered to impair one's driving––a law that was near impossible to find in other countries.
The beer that Zhang Zian was drinking was not the best that he had ever tasted; however, he was in an atmosphere where everyone was drinking and watching a game, so even the mediocre beer tasted good.
He took a big sip of beer and the smiles on the customers around him suddenly seemed friendlier. It was as if they were treating him as one of their own.
”After your beer, you've gotta try the pork knuckle roast. You won't be disappointed!” a brandy-nosed customer laughed heartily.
Zhang Zian saw the roasted pork knuckle and was slightly startled. In order for people to serve themselves, the knuckle came with a knife. The knife was not laid flat on the table like it would be with a regular meal, but was instead stuck in the middle of the pork knuckle and was standing upright. It reminded him of the bold ways the outlaws in Water Marsh ate and drank.
Apart from a thin layer of juice on the plate, there was only a piece of pork knuckle with its bone, about the size of a grown man's fist, and two round balls of mashed potato. There was also a small cup of sauce for seasoning.
After slicing the pork knuckle with the knife, the aroma of hot pork made Zhang Zian's mouth water involuntarily. He put a piece of meat into his mouth with a fork. It was so tender and delicious and it almost melted in his mouth right away. His earlier concern that the meat might be too greasy turned out to be unnecessary.
With one mouthful of roasted pork knuckle, one big sip of beer, and one taste of the chewy, mashed potato, Zhang Zian understood why this restaurant was able to attract so many customers with such simple dishes. The pork knuckle was its so-called specialty.
”Have another glass!” the brandy-nosed customer urged him after Zhang Zian finished his beer.
”No, no. Not this time,” Zhang Zian declined firmly. Although the German laws on drinking and driving were not that strict, he was not a German who could drink beer as a soft drink. He would not be able to drive if he had one more drink.
Zhang Zian usually ate a lot. This portion of roasted pork knuckle didn't look that big, but it was impossible to finish. The beer was also quite filling, so he was already very full.
He ordered a few other things for take out for the elfins.
He proceeded to check out, and the brandy-nosed customer was paying at the same time. They left the restaurant one after the other.
”Son, we haven't had enough to drink here. Would you like some more drink at my place?” the brandy-nosed customer asked, longing for more.
”No, thanks. I have other things to do,” Zhang Zian declined him politely.
”Come on, be my guest.” The brandy-nosed customer held onto Zhang Zian's shoulder as if he knew him well.
Zhang Zian wondered silently, Are all Germans so hospitable? This man is old… Could he be a homosexual? Maybe he will get me drunk, and I'll wake up tomorrow morning with an aching butt…
After he had this thought, he was suddenly on high alert. It was as if Richard had gotten into his mind and everybody seemed gay to him…
”No, I really have things to do. I'm here to look for someone…” he said, trying to escape from the man.
”Looking for someone?” The brandy-nosed man sniffed his nose and spoke with a half-serious smile, ”Aren't you the one that Reina wanted to introduce me to––the man looking for the aquarium? If so, you don't need to look any further.” ”