Chapter 1562: Borrowing Wine to Drown Sorrows

Europe, Britain, at Newton's home.

The arrogant Britain, wary that Hu Xi'er and Mo Cheng were Longyan, only dared to keep them under house arrest in Britain, restricting them from leaving.

"Actually, staying here is quite nice," Newton kindly advised.

Hu Xi'er glared at him, saying nothing.

Newton did not understand why this woman wanted to glare at him; he helplessly explained, "This way, Mo Cheng and I can continue our research."

"As for daily life, there is absolutely no need to worry. Recently, I discovered a strange thing; perhaps the Lord has manifested, as there are always fragrant meals at every mealtime."

Newton looked worshipful; he drew a cross on his chest to express his piety toward the Lord.

Hu Xi'er's resentment deepened; she glanced at Newton—she had been the one cooking for the past few days.

If it weren't for the fear of letting her Mo Cheng go hungry, Hu Xi'er wouldn't bother cooking.

"What Lord's manifestation? That's the food I cooked," Hu Xi'er retorted.

Newton said, "Oh."

There was no disappointment on his face; instead, he looked even more pious. He looked at Hu Xi'er and said, "Then you must be the person sent by the Lord to cook."

"..." Hu Xi'er.

"I am not," Hu Xi'er replied expressionlessly.

Newton felt dejected because she was not someone sent by the Lord.

Hu Xi'er chuckled and leaned toward Mo Cheng: "I am the person sent by the Lord to cook for Mo Cheng."

Mo Cheng looked at Hu Xi'er, who was snuggling up to him, without the slightest expression.

Newton, however, had a fervent expression: "Mo Cheng, you are the one who has received the Lord's favor."

Mo Cheng was taken aback; looking at Newton's extremely worshipful expression, his face was full of awkwardness.

"Brother Newton, there is no need for this."

"Regarding the research on 'force', we must continue," Mo Cheng changed the subject.

As soon as this was mentioned, Newton became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "Good, yesterday I discovered that a small stone will bounce when it falls on the ground, but it won't when it falls on cotton."

"I have been pondering this question."

Mo Cheng's eyes lit up; casting aside Hu Xi'er, who was snuggling up to him, the two of them couldn't wait to go do research.

"Hey, it's almost time to eat; Mo Cheng, eat before you go," Hu Xi'er urged.

Mo Cheng glanced at her and said indifferently: "Not eating, we'll talk about it later."

Hu Xi'er said indignantly: "Newton, didn't you say I was sent by the Lord? Then why are you hindering my Mo Cheng from eating?"

Newton looked innocent; he glanced at Mo Cheng and advised: "Why don't you eat first? After all, this is the Lord's gift."

Mo Cheng looked at Newton and asked in confusion: "How can eating be more important than research?"

Newton's eyes lit up: "Newton, you are right."

The two reached a consensus, left Hu Xi'er aside, and went into the Laboratory.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing, which shook the heart, came from upstairs; Hu Xi'er looked completely disheveled.

Sigh, forget it.

Hateful straight man!

... M..

Hu Xi'er borrowed wine to drown her sorrows. Although she was under house arrest in Britain, she could still move around in the town; she just wasn't allowed to leave Britain.

In the tavern, she ordered a glass of whiskey.

She took a big gulp; the taste could only be described as far inferior to the Yinzhou Drunk of Longyan.

"Boss, do you have Yinzhou Drunk!" Hu Xi'er shouted.

The boss looked at this girl with a foreign face; she had drunk at least four glasses of whiskey here. Even the fiercest man couldn't hold up after two glasses of whiskey. He was very worried that this foreign woman would have an accident in his tavern.

Longyan's Yinzhou Drunk was a stronger liquor than whiskey. The boss frowned slightly: "I have it, but can you still drink?"

"Don't you worry about it," Hu Xi'er said drunkenly.

Hu Xi'er slapped the table,

tilted her head to look at the boss, and said loudly: "I can drink a thousand cups of this wine without getting drunk!"

This sentence immediately attracted the attention of others in the tavern.

One of them looked at Hu Xi'er's face; it was flawless. Perhaps because of the alcohol, her flushed face under the candlelight had a bit more moving beauty.

That man gave a wicked smile; she was his target for tonight.

The boss was helpless and placed a glass of Yinzhou Drunk in front of Hu Xi'er.

He reminded her again: "Miss, this is Longyan's Yinzhou Drunk, the strongest liquor in the tavern. Even the fiercest man gets drunk after one glass. I still advise you not to drink it."

Hu Xi'er snorted with laughter.

"You British men, how are you not even as good as a woman."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The British men drinking in the tavern stared coldly at Hu Xi'er with unfriendly gazes.

"Little girl, watch what you're saying."

"If you want to try, I can make you cry for your father and mother in bed!"

Hu Xi'er was not afraid of these rough British men at all; she looked at them with disdain and sneered: "If you're capable, come drink with me."

"One glass for you, one glass for me, let's see who gets drunk first!"

"I'll pay for the drinks!"

The veins on the others in the tavern instantly bulged; the powder keg was ignited in an instant.

"Come if you want, tonight I will definitely let you little girl know how formidable I am!"

"Hah!"

Hu Xi'er chuckled and looked at the tavern owner, saying, "Bring wine."

The owner looked at Hu Xi'er with an unkind gaze, slammed a cup of Yinzhou Drunk onto the bar counter, and seeing the passing British man, he did not want to dissuade him.

The British man who had been clamoring the loudest glanced at Hu Xi'er; this foreigner dared to be so arrogant in a British tavern, he would definitely make her look good.

"A mere Yinzhou Drunk, I'll go first!"

"Fine, you go first." Hu Xi'er watched him with great interest.

Gulp, gulp, gulp—a large cup of Yinzhou Drunk was drained in one go.

Just after finishing it, this British man still felt it was a bit spicy, but the intensity of the liquor was extremely satisfying!

"Good wine!"

After saying this sentence, the British man's vision went black, his head felt dizzy, and within a few seconds, he plunged headfirst to the ground, his snoring shaking the heavens.

"Heh, is that it?" Hu Xi'er said, full of mockery.

The others' expressions turned cold; this person was the best drinker among them, yet he had been taken down by a single cup of Yinzhou Drunk.

"Then you drink!" someone said, unconvinced.

Hu Xi'er glanced at him with disdain and said indifferently, "Drink it is."

Hu Xi'er picked up the wine cup and drained it under the exaggerated expressions of the crowd; the cup was turned upside down, and not a single drop of wine flowed out from inside.

The crowd was stunned; could this foreign woman really drink that much?

Hu Xi'er looked down upon the crowd, swept a glance over them, and said indifferently, "Who else?"

Those clamoring people in the tavern did not say a word, and did not even dare to meet Hu Xi'er's eyes.

Hu Xi'er sneered, "A bunch of sissies."

The crowd did not answer, pretending to drink their wine as if nothing had happened.

Hu Xi'er rolled her eyes, glanced at the owner, and said indifferently, "Bring wine."

The owner swallowed his saliva, still in a daze.

Hu Xi'er tapped the table, and only then did he snap out of it and bring a cup of wine.

Hu Xi'er picked up the wine cup, and just at this moment, a hand suddenly pressed down on the cup; Hu Xi'er frowned and looked over coldly, her gaze flickering with confusion.

"Miss, let me join you for a drink." A smile appeared on that man's face.