Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

As soon as the fish soup was served, Ferguson wrinkled his nose: "What's the taste?"

He turned his head while sniffing, and saw the earthen pot brought by Parton.

The blue-haired boy covered his face with his hands, and said in disgust, "Paton, why did you bring the trash to the table?"

Parton said respectfully, "Master Locke, this is fish soup."

"Is this the fish soup you're talking about?" The blue-haired boy named Locke widened his eyes.

Klein quickly explained: "This fish soup smells a bit fishy, ​​but it tastes good." After speaking, he opened the crock pot for everyone to taste.

"Huh?" Locke looked at the smelly earthen jar and stopped Klein: "Stop! Don't open the lid, don't pollute the surrounding air, it's disgusting! Patton, take this thing down!"

As he spoke, he turned his head in disbelief and asked Sweet: "Sweet, since when did you like to eat this kind of swill-like thing?"

"Will this be poisonous?" Ferguson asked seriously.

Wenger also bent his eyes and said: "The smell is indeed a bit unflattering."

Locke urged Parton: "Why don't you take it down and put it here? Are you deliberately using this kind of thing to poison our sense of smell?"

Locke made no secret of his disdain for Klein and Fish Soup in his words, every sentence was aimed at Klein.

Klein was full of joy and wanted to share it with everyone, but in the middle of getting up, Locke poured a basin of ice water on his head.

The hand holding the lid of the earthen jar froze, feeling ashamed, annoyed, and somewhat at a loss. He explained, "No, my grandfather made it himself. The raw material is fresh fish, which is not poisonous."

"I don't care what you do, it's disgusting." Parton didn't get any instructions from Sweet, and Locke said that he was about to throw the fish soup out with his own hands.

At this time, Sweet, who had been eating slowly, put down the knife and fork, and said, "Okay."

Locke immediately said: "Sweet, you tell Patton to take this away, I can't eat with this trash can!"

Klein was humiliated by Locke. At this moment, when Sweet spoke, he seemed to have grasped at straws and said eagerly, "Sweet, haven't you drank this fish soup before? It's not poisonous, right?"

Sweet looked across the long table and met Klein's earnest gaze. After a while, he turned his head and told Patton, "Help me a bowl."

"Sweet, do you really want to drink this?" Locke was shocked.

Patton nodded, and quickly walked over to take out a bowl of fish soup in the crock and bring it to Sweet.

When passing by Locke, Locke held his nose and almost gagged.

Sweet picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of soup with fish shreds floating in it, took a sip, and then scooped up another spoonful with a normal expression.

After drinking a few spoonfuls of soup, Sweet looked over the crowd as if nothing had happened, and said, "Didn't you say you were hungry just now? What are you looking at me for? Don't you eat?"

Locke's expression suddenly seemed to eat shit.

Wenger smiled and said, "Paton, serve me a bowl too."

Ferguson said hesitantly, "Then give me a bowl too."

Klein's tense body relaxed, and he said, "I'll do it."

Wenger took a sip of the fish soup and said to Klein, "It really doesn't smell that strange. I haven't eaten anything like this. It's quite fresh to eat once in a while."

Before Klein could be happy, Ferguson put down the spoon and smacked it, and asked Sweet in bewilderment: "This soup is indeed edible, but the taste is too bad, and the cooking method is very rough. Do you really like this?"

Sweet said coolly: "Can't you stop your mouth if you eat it?"

Wenger quickly forked a piece of meat from his plate and stuffed it into Ferguson's mouth.

"What are you doing—" Ferguson chewed the meat in his mouth, and said while chewing: "Sweet, you have become so strange when you come here, the flower bed is also a fish pond, and the taste has deteriorated a lot..."

The matter of the fish soup was exposed, and Wenger raised a few more topics. At first, Locke kept a dark face and said nothing, but then he was hooked and made a few comments, and the atmosphere on the table eased a little.

It was rare to be able to eat with Sweet, but Klein couldn't taste it.

He was considered an outsider to everyone present, and the topic naturally revolved around him.

Locke has been satirizing him overtly and secretly, and Sweet usually doesn't speak, and only stops him when Locke goes too far, causing Locke to keep staring at Klein across the dining table.

Ferguson was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. When he learned that Klein's house often had to patch the floor, he asked sincerely, "Why do you need to patch it? Why don't you just replace it with a new one?"

His taking it for granted, or "ignorance", shows that they live in different worlds, and Sweet is obviously on Ferguson's side.

The whole room, no matter whether it is the decoration or the food on the dining table and the people sitting at the dining table, is gorgeous. Klein and the fish soup in the crock are as abrupt as two mud spots that fell in it out of season , so out of place.

Fortunately, Wenger occasionally tempered a few words, which made Klein not so embarrassed.

After lunch, Wenger invited Klein to play chess upstairs.

Sweet had already climbed the stairs, stopped and said to Wenger: "You talk a lot today."

Wenger said innocently: "What's the matter, I just want to communicate with Klein."

Klein quickly said, "No, no need, I don't know how to play chess, and I have something to do at home, so I have to go back."

Wenger said with some regret: "Are you really not coming?"

Klein said firmly: "Really. You guys had fun."

Ferguson had already reached the second floor and leaned over to look down: "Wenger, what are you dawdling about?"

"Alright then." Wenger shrugged and went upstairs.

The stairs were like a dividing line, separating Klein from the others. After Sweet and the others left, Klein's hanging heart fell back to its original position, and every time it beat, it elicited a sense of sourness.

Patton stepped forward and said, "Master Klein, wait a moment, I will clean the earthen jar right away."

There was still more than half of the fish soup on the table. Before that, every time he came to pick up the crock pot and heat preservation box, it was empty, so he thought Sweet liked it very much.

"Before..." Klein felt bitter in his heart, and it took him a long time to ask, "Sweet doesn't like it, does she?"

Butler Patton said: "Master rarely likes things, but Master is really grateful for your help."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Klein understood.

Ferguson's words kept playing back in his ears, and Klein tightened his hand on the back of the chair—when he helped Sweet build flower beds and fish ponds, he was full of joy for helping Sweet. He hurt Sweet and was laughed at by his friends.

Patton said worriedly, "Master Klein."

Klein shook his head with a forced smile, and said, "I'm fine. I... the flower beds and fish ponds can be rebuilt. Don't worry about me. I do have some problems at home. I'll come get the crockpot another day, and I'll go back today."

Klein almost escaped from Sweet's house, and he didn't go to the big house next door for several days.

He had nowhere to go, afraid that his grandpa would be worried, so he went to the town to buy medicine for his grandpa, and met Dick at Lisa's boiled seafood shop.

Dick turned his head as soon as he saw him, pretending not to see him.

Lisa came out from the counter and greeted Klein: "What have you been up to lately? It's been a long time." She said "Hey", "Why are you and Dick sitting at two tables?"

Dick didn't answer, so Klein could only say, "We didn't come together."

"That's right, I'm not worthy to sit at the same table with Master Klein." Dick said with a strange tone.

Klein: "..."

"Oh." Lisa glanced at Dick, ignored him, and asked Klein again: "Where's the blond friend who came with you last time? He gave ten extra copper coins when he checked out last time. You can return it for me." Him."

Lisa found ten copper coins from her pocket and gave them to Klein.

In the past, Klein would have been happy to have an excuse to see Sweet, but now he felt blocked and took the copper coin without saying a word.

Dick snorted coldly and said, "Master Sweet doesn't like ten copper coins at all, does he?"

Lisa: "Whether he likes it or not is none of my business. Anyway, we do business with integrity, and we will never overcharge him."

She said strangely, "What's the matter with you and Klein? Why are you talking with guns and sticks? Did you quarrel?"

"I'm not qualified to quarrel with Master Klein. When he has new friends, he abandons all old friends." Dick was still sneering.

"..."

Klein got up and left.

By the time Lisa turned her head, he had already gone a long way, and kicked Dick angrily: "What are you doing! Just talk about what you have to say, and who will you show your weird voice to? Klein is even mad at you gone!"

Klein has always had a good temper and never got angry with his friends. Dick didn't expect that Klein would be pissed off by him, so he murmured, "I didn't mean it on purpose. Who knows where he got angry."

The author has something to say:

Hurry up, it's almost time for Klein to wake up!