Chapter 2927: Leisure Time (8)

Tim stuck out his tongue. It wasn't that he wanted to be so high-profile, but all his clothes were prepared by his mother and aunt. The school bags, computer bags, and the like were also basically big brands. The cheapest one cost more than a thousand dollars. His identity as a rich man was basically on top of his head.

The two put down their bags, and the bearded man invited them to the dining table. There was a map on it. Tim knew this bearded man was the landlord, but he didn't expect him to introduce the surrounding attractions to them personally. It seems Shiler would have to spend cigarettes again.

Sure enough, when the bearded man was dry-mouthed, Shiler handed him a pack of cigarettes. His eyes also lit up, but he looked at Tim who was young, only took the cigarettes, and didn't smoke.

Then he introduced more enthusiastically, saying all the recommended restaurants and attractions, and even the trails where you could ride a bike. Tim now understands why this house has such a high rating on Airbnb. It seems Shiler would have to spend cigarettes again.

After the landlord left, he found that the high rating of this house was not just because the landlord was enthusiastic, but this cabin was indeed well managed.

The whole cabin is a stone structure, but the furniture is all high-quality solid wood, mainly on one side of the house, the first floor and the second floor are a whole large window connected together. Because the terrain is high enough, it can indeed see most of Los Angeles.

The leather sofa on the first floor is covered with animal fur, and the carpet is also made of animal skin. However, Tim touched it and knew it was not real fur, but imitation decorative furniture. The walls next to the sofa and every corner were stuffed with green plants.

The kitchen is opposite the living room, and there is also a large window here. There are several beech trees on the hillside outside, and some deciduous plants, which look very beautiful.

On the left side of the living room, opposite the bathroom door is the stairs. After going up, there are two bedrooms on the left and right. The windows of the bedrooms are not small. The fireplace on the second floor is right at the stairs, next to the small reception area.

And very unsurprisingly, this is a real fireplace, which means you have to burn firewood.

Tim walked through the living room, walked out of the kitchen door, and there was a small courtyard behind, with a barbecue grill and chairs, but no wood or charcoal. He found an axe in the tool room. It seems they really have to chop wood themselves.

And the worse news is that this kind of house with large windows is only suitable for cities with heat island effects, and this cabin in the woods where birds don't shit can't keep warm by these large windows.

As soon as Tim walked into the bedroom on the second floor, he felt a chill. He found that when there was a fireplace in the bedroom, he knew that the moisture in the house's good reviews should be some.

He pushed open the door of the other room and found that there was a larger fireplace inside. It seems that the moisture in the good reviews is not small.

At this moment, these fireplaces were not burned, the whole house was cold, and not long after, Tim felt cold.

Just as he was visiting the house, Shiler had already hugged a lot of wood, Tim asked with some surprise: "Where did you get it?"

"Of course I went to the town to buy it. Don't worry about how I went." Shiler took off the Sling Ring on his hand and said: "You take these to your bedroom to burn first. I will go to get more later to burn in the living room. It will be warm after burning for a night."

"So you knew it would be very cold here?"

Shiler looked at the silly boy and said: "Is there any house in this kind of big forest that is not cold? You wouldn't expect there to be central air conditioning here, right?"

Tim shrank his neck. He knew he was a flower in a greenhouse in name. He went to Wei En Manor when he went out, went to Drake Manor when he went home, and the maximum range of activities was to go to Wei En Group and Drake Group. He had never lived alone away from home and lacked some common sense of life.

Sometimes he felt that he was not bad like this, because Dick and Jason did all the work, and until now he felt that it was better to be with his brothers and sisters.

However, he still went down to hug the wood back to his room, lit the fireplace, and he saw that the door crack outside was also lit up. Sure enough, the fireplace at the entrance of the second floor was also lit by Shiler.

He smiled at Shiler on the bed in the room, Shiler walked over and patted his head, and the two went downstairs together to light all the fireplaces on the first floor.

California is a mild Mediterranean climate after all. It will be a bit cool in autumn, but it won't be very cold. As soon as the fireplace is lit, Tim immediately feels warm.

Shiler brought back some food from the town. He stewed a bowl of soup with tomatoes, beef, and onions, and then sat on the threshold of the house, looking at the thousands of lights in Los Angeles and the endless night sky above.

Tim walked over, pushed him aside, and squeezed onto the threshold that was not spacious.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Tim asked.

"Don't you smoke?"

"I want to try, just smoke one."

Shiler turned out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said: "I hope you are not in a rebellious period as soon as you arrive at my place. This thing is not good to smoke."

Tim smiled very brightly. The lights on the road down the mountain shone his hair into pink gold, and every turn of his expression was written with carefree.

Shiler picked up the lighter. Tim seemed to not know what to do with the cigarette. Shiler said: "You have to take a puff, and the cigarette can be lit. Put your hand next to it to protect the fire."

Tim followed what he said and took a deep breath. The moment the sparks were lit, he felt a smoke rushing straight into his nasal cavity along the palate, which was a completely different taste from inhaling secondhand smoke.

Tim took the cigarette away, exhaled a puff of smoke, Shiler asked him with a smile: "Is it good to smoke?"

Tim turned to look at him, shook his head, but took another puff, and also looked up at the night sky above his head and said: "Thank you, I don't think Bruce will teach me to smoke."

"You're welcome, your performance is better than Peter's. When he smoked for the first time, I hadn't got Chinese cigarettes yet, and he was choked and coughed for two minutes."

Tim hugged his legs with his arms and laughed lowly, seemingly able to imagine the embarrassment of a teenager about his age.

"I have always encouraged young people to try more. You will never know how choking this thing is until you take a puff." Shiler put the pack of cigarettes away and said: "However, it's better to forget about further steps. I always feel that marijuana has the smell of vomit, what about you?"

Tim remembered some bad memories and said: "Jason often visited his brothers and sisters some time ago. I didn't mean to say it, but every time he came back, I was smoked to death by the smell of vomit on him."

Tim supported his chin with his hand and said: "I have never been to that kind of street, sometimes I suspect that my nose has a problem, thank you for telling me it's not."

"Have you discussed this problem with him?"

"He can see it, so he changes his clothes every time he goes home. Occasionally he mentioned a few words. Many times it's not that he doesn't want to persuade, but he has no way, I can fully understand him."

When the cigarette was about to burn out, Tim took the last puff, very hard, and could clearly feel that he was choked, but he still exhaled the smoke and yawned and said: "I really don't feel that this thing is refreshing, coffee is better to use."

Shiler stood up and said: "Go back, we will go to the town to drink coffee early tomorrow morning."

The two stood up, Shiler served Tim hot soup, and after they finished dinner, they locked the doors and windows.

The fireplace burned hot all night, and Tim was thirsty when he woke up the next morning.

He woke up very early, the morning dew in the forest hung on the glass, and the dew was sliding down with the rise of temperature. Tim came to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water, poured it down with a gulp, and felt that he was alive again.

But some unfortunate thing was that his too delicate throat was dumb because of the cigarette he smoked yesterday. Shiler, who got up later, checked him with a flashlight and saw that the tonsils were not inflamed, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Shiler poured him some hot water. Tim's hands and elbows were supported on the island table, holding the cup and asking: "Why not hot milk?"

"Milk is a hair-trigger..." Shiler didn't know how to express this concept, so he said: "Excessive protein intake at this time is not a good thing, I am a doctor, listen to me."

Tim didn't care either. After he drank the hot water, he sweated and felt much more comfortable, and then expressed his refusal to Shiler's hint of shaking the cigarette in front of him.

After the two packed up, they called the black guy who was called Little Black Dog yesterday. It was obvious that he was still in a dream, so his uncle drove over to pick up the two and went to the town.

His uncle was obviously more experienced. He introduced all the surrounding attractions along the way. The car stopped in front of a coffee shop. Shiler gave the tip and led Tim off the car.

They saw a car rental shop on the road and were prepared to ask when they had time, but they entered the coffee shop first.

The decoration of this coffee shop was unbelievably good. As soon as the menu was taken up, Shiler understood. This should be the internet celebrity shop that exploded on the short video software. This price is a bit too amazing, almost catching up to half of New York.

Tim urgently needed caffeine, and he didn't feel expensive either. He ordered two or three hundred dollars of things in total, and generously gave a 20-dollar tip. The waiter's face was happy like a flower.

"Travel is to enjoy." Tim said: "My mother often tells me this, if you don't have money, stay at home honestly, going out to play is to spend money happily, this is the meaning of making money."

"This is a small amount of money for you, young master." Shiler said with a smile.

"What are we going to do next?" Tim asked: "Pamela estimates that she will arrive tonight. I guess she will be more willing to live in the town."

"Why?"

"I just saw several beautiful anchors."

Shiler rolled his eyes slightly and said: "It won't be more than her follow list. She said she hasn't tried Latina beauties yet."

Tim started to popularize Pamela's absurd behavior to Shiler, saying that she talked to two girlfriends at the same time at Gotham University, and then one of the girlfriends had two partners, a man and a woman. The male partner among these two partners and Pamela's other female partner got together, and then the first female partner fought with the second one.

Soon, butter croissants were sent over, and hot coffee was placed on the table. The two spent a morning in a gossiping atmosphere. Shiler found that Tim was really quite fond of gossip. At least if you go to ask Jason and Dick about this problem, they might not have heard of it.

And Tim said that this is the sensitivity to information. Besides, the complete version of this gossip was told to him by Bruce.

"I am curious, didn't they hit Pamela?" Shiler felt that he was also quite gossiping.

"They both wanted to find Pamela's trouble at the same time, but Pamela has more sensitivity in this regard. She hid in the laboratory and didn't come out."

"Don't they go in?"

"Her laboratory is full of man-eating cabbages, who dares to go in?"

"I bet she also has this consideration in researching man-eating vegetables."

"It is mainly this consideration."

The two touched cups with coffee gently. When they left, the waiter came to settle the bill for them. The enthusiastic Latino guy asked curiously: "Are you father and son?"

"Of course not, I am a doctor, he is my nephew, I came here for vacation, and brought him along by the way."

"Yes, uncle." Tim shouted sarcastically.

Then they started strolling in the town, went to the car rental shop to rent a red car, and drove slowly into the city of Los Angeles. ===== CHAPTER 2928 =====