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Chapter 163 The Phoenix Bar
It was far from a sumptuous dinner, but it was definitely enough to satisfy the guests and hosts of Pavin's mansion.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually became scattered and sparse, but the temperature, which had finally improved a bit, was actually smashed to the ground.Even in the room, Han Yi and the three could feel a chill.

And the cool rainy night in early summer undoubtedly made the two pots of steaming stew more delicious and heart-warming.

If Han Yi and Barbara Pavon were the only ones having dinner together, it was not difficult to foresee that within half an hour, they would have to eat the sauce on each other.The two youthful bodies who eat marrow and taste will never let go of any opportunity to be closely connected.

Therefore, the presence of Feamu Derwig not only did not make the meal awkward, but made the atmosphere in the living room a little more warm and cozy.

Han Yi and Barbara are like a newlywed couple who have just taken root in London and imagined a bright future, while Fei Yamu is a loving uncle who came all the way from Tirana to give them blessings.

Half of the supermodel's extremely high work intensity comes from their busy schedule of flying all over the world.Every two or three days, Barbara has to take a thirteen to four-hour flight to any country that pays for her pretty face, to run shows, shoot, and catch commercial announcements.

From 2006 to the present, 10 years have passed quietly among the rows of landing gears that are retracted and lowered.

Barbara would go back to Budapest to spend time with her family as long as there was a break together, but this kind of opportunity has become less and less as the number of her fans, popularity and commercial value have increased.

As for Han Yi, because he is not humane, he will not be able to get too close to his family for a long time in the future.The exponential increase in wealth requires distance and time to increase credibility and security.

As for Feamu Derwig, he is the best one among the three in this respect.The whole family lives happily in Los Angeles. The only thing to worry about is whether the two daughters will fall in love early or not, and whether they can get A's and other trivial matters.

But after all, his job was private security, and he had to follow his employer wherever he went.It has been almost three weeks since this trip to Europe, and Fei Yamu's longing for his wife and daughter can be easily discovered without meticulous observation.

Therefore, the three people sitting around the coffee table cherish this opportunity to have a family dinner.No one talks about work, and certainly not about the state of the world.The topic of a spoonful of stew is the daily dining table of most families in the world.

Barbara shared with them the video of herself running around chasing cows with a washbasin every morning when she went to the countryside to visit her grandmother and great-grandmother.Han Yi showed Barbara the photos of those under-month-old giant panda babies in the giant panda breeding base in his hometown, and pink bubbles burst into the eyes of the Hungarian girl who loves pandas.

The anecdote of Fei Yamu is hard-core, and it is all about his marching and fighting in the special operations battalion. However, Han Yi really likes this kind of first-hand history that someone has personally experienced, and Barbara is also a person who is not afraid of anything. tomboy character.Therefore, no matter how many bloody elements in the story are not suitable for children, both of them held their chins and listened with relish.

Of course, the three people from China, Hungary and Albania also have a common hobby, which is football. In mid-June 2016, the new European Cup was in full swing on the land of France. Thanks to UEFA's European Cup expansion policy, Hungary and Albania, two European underdogs that had been difficult to enter the finals, were unprecedented. Won a place in the group stage.

This is the first time the Hungarian national team has advanced to the main match in 44 years, and for Albania, it is the first time in history.

With similar circumstances but not in the same group, it is not difficult to imagine how intense the discussions between Barbara and Feyamu were.

On this side, Barbara brags about Sholoy's goal scoring ability, which means that she is the third player after Melo.On the other end, Feyamu slapped the table and scolded Carlos Velasco-Caballo who sent off Rorik Cana with a red card, claiming that if it hadn’t been for the black whistle, Albania should have won the first place four days ago Euro Cup points.

In the passionate football atmosphere, only Huaguo Han Yi seemed a little lonely. He silently sipped Coke, trying to recall what the Huaguo national team was doing in 2016.
Oh, I remembered.

While losing, while waiting for Lippi.

"I remember there were a lot of Albanian players in Switzerland, right?" Barbara frowned and thought. "Shaqiri, and Behrami?"

"It's more than just the two of them! Bralim, Admiral, Granit, Shani... are all Albanians! Imagine how strong we would be if they all chose to join the Albanian national team instead of Switzerland !"

The way Feyamu sighed, making it impossible to see that there are actually six Balkan descendants born in Switzerland in the Albanian national team.

"But it doesn't matter, the lads have their own choice. And even without them, Albania will definitely be in the knockout round."

"Who will you fight next?" Han Yi asked vaguely while chewing on the soft rotten beef cooked by Barbara.

"France." Feyamu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "If we can win this round, we will be able to qualify."

"When?"

"There are... ten and six minutes."

Fei Yamu pointed to the LCD TV that was playing the ITV channel behind Han Yi. The strong emotions of excitement and anxiety were intertwined, and he could hardly restrain it.

"Wow, then you can't miss this game!" Barbara clapped her hands excitedly, as if her home team was about to play, "Stay here and watch it before leaving? Otherwise, you will definitely miss the first half on the way a big part."

"Ah, this, I don't think so..."

Feamu Derwig purposely spoke slower than the sloth in "Zootopia", and sneaked a hopeful look at the boss.

"As if I would ask you to take a taxi back to the hotel with me now, Uncle Dervish!"

Han Yi glanced at Fei Yamu angrily and amusedly.

"As long as Barbara doesn't mind, we can watch it before leaving."

"Hooray!"

Barbara Parvin raised her arms above her head and cheered happily.Anyone can see that the Hungarian girl is a person who likes to be lively.

There is football, there is beer, and the Chinese food is becoming more and more delicious and addictive. What else is there to complain about?
and many more……

beer.

"There seems to be no beer in the house."

Barbara made a special trip to the kitchen to confirm it, and said in a regretful tone.

"It's okay, do you still eat it? If you don't eat it, I'll wash it first, and then I'll go out and buy some for you."

Han Yi patted his thigh, stood up, and began to pack the dinner plate in front of him.

A billionaire who looks exactly to his liking, works well in bed, is gentle and considerate, cooks delicious food, and even washes the dishes on his own initiative?

I'll be damned!

Feeling that she had picked up a treasure, Barbara cheerfully joined Han Yi's cleanup.In this case, Fei Yamu would definitely not just sit there.With the concerted efforts of the three people, soon, the remaining stew was wrapped in plastic wrap and put in the refrigerator, and several plates were polished and put in the dishwasher.

"The supermarket is two blocks away and should be closing soon."

Pressing the start button of the dishwasher, Barbara rolled her eyes and suggested happily.

"Hey, there's a bar around the corner, why don't we go to the game?"

“The more people, the better the atmosphere!”

The rowhouse Barbara rents is in an alley called Woodfall Street, located in the core area of ​​Chelsea, only a 10-minute walk from the Thames River in the south.You can enjoy the prosperity of the city along the King's Road, but it is hidden between the quiet green park and the ancient houses.

Connecting Woodfall Street with the outside world is a small road from north to south called Smith Street.There are no two-way lanes, and the commuter vehicles of nearby residents are densely parked on both sides, making it a challenge to meet cars here.

A traditional English gastro pub, The Phoenix sits at this intersection of loudness and tranquility.

Every bar in the UK looks pretty much the same.Brown stone brick exterior wall, black solid wood frame, golden metal signboard.Outside is an outdoor square table that no one will sit on unless the weather is abnormal and the sun is bright, while the indoor room full of people is composed of a bar table full of high chairs in front, a few scattered tables, and the corner table. It consists of two decks.

Of course, there are LCD TVs hanging at both ends of the bar.In order to welcome the arrival of the European Cup, Phoenix Bar added two more TVs, which were placed at the entrance and in the corner.

If you have watched "Football Coach", even if you have never visited the British Isles, you will not be unfamiliar with the decoration and display here.

However, when the three of Han and Yi opened the door, Greyhound fans wearing AFC Richmond red and blue jerseys were not what greeted them. Naturally, there would not be Ted Russo and his assistant coach Willis sitting by the window. Beard.Even the Chelsea fans who turned this place into a blue ocean on an ordinary match day were nowhere to be found.

In the overcrowded bar, where it is difficult to turn around, there is only one color—dark red.

Belongs to the Albanian fans who represent the glory of the double-headed eagle.

According to official records, there are only 21000 Albanian nationals living in the UK, but there are at least 10 British nationals registered as Albanians.The most important thing, this data does not include those Albanians who pretended to be Kosovars and got refugee visas, as well as anonymous people who entered the country through various illegal means.

Some people say that the total number of Albanians in the UK is about 20. Others even think that this number is far lower than the actual size of the British Albanian community.

Among the Albanians who came to the UK through various channels, a small number lived in Birmingham, and the vast majority lived in London.Barking and Leightonstone in East London, Woodgreen and Palmers Green in the north, and the administrative areas of various surrounding boroughs, have become active Albanian settlements.

Very few Albanians who have crossed the ocean can afford the high housing prices in Chelsea, but don’t forget that the basic service industry in the central city, whether it is express delivery companies, supermarkets or coffee shops, is supported by these immigrants .

For the game at [-] o'clock in the evening, the Albanians who had no time to go home after get off work called their friends and friends to occupy Chelsea's gastropub, which was a very normal thing.

Therefore, although France is on the other side of the strait, the current Phoenix Bar is no different from its counterparts in Tirana in the Balkans.

At [-]:[-], the game has just started, the double-headed eagle fans held the national flag in front of the TV, sang "Himni I Flamurit", cheered for every touch of Sadiku, and tried again in Martial Deafening booing when passing.

This rare multicultural experience made Han Yi and Barbara sitting in the corner feel very fresh.

As for Feyamu?As soon as he opened the door, he was recognized by his compatriots, and now he is surrounded by fans in the phalanx, leading everyone to sing.

"I thought you said no to drinking just to avoid those too crazy occasions."

Taking a sip of the barrel-aged beer that had more hops than liquor, Barbara glanced at Han Yi's Sprite with a slice of lemon on the rim of the glass, and was even more surprised by Han Yi's unusual living habits point.

He drank Coke until he got tired and replaced it with Sprite, but he still didn't want to drink a drop of wine.

"I really don't drink at all."

Han Yi looked out the window at the night rain that was gradually subsiding, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since I was a child, I have never tasted the taste of alcohol... No, it can't be said that I have never tasted it at all."

Thinking of this, Han Yi couldn't help laughing.

"When I was young, the place where my family lived was the same as now. There was a bar on the corner of the street. My mother and uncle often talked in the bar. There was no age limit for bars in Huaguo, and I was too young at that time , only a little over three years old, no one will care about me... After all, how can a three-year-old like to drink?"

"No way." Barbara covered her mouth and stared wide-eyed, "Then your mother let you try it?"

"No, my mother is crazy enough, but not that crazy." Han Yi waved his hand, "She ordered a glass of red wine for herself, and then began to talk about business seriously. Sitting by the side, I thought her glass was Coke .”

"No——" Barbara had already anticipated the next development of the story.

"Yeah, and it's the kind of coke that adults don't let children drink." Han Yi tried hard to keep his smile from spreading uncontrollably, dimples of memories appeared on his cheeks, "While they are not paying attention , I tasted the first sip and found that although there is no bubble, it seems to be quite delicious. Then..."

"By the time they came to their senses, I had already drank the whole glass. In Huaguo in 1997, many places used this kind of glass instead of a goblet to drink red wine."

Han Yi tapped the Sprite on the table lightly with his fingertips.

"Not surprisingly, I lay at home all day."

"Is there no fragment?"

"Of course it was broken. They told me about it later. It is said that even after three days, my hiccups still smelled of alcohol. Moreover, on the way to carry me home, I kept kicking my uncle with my feet. The whole world announced loudly that I am Monkey King...you have seen "Dragon Ball", you should know who Monkey King is."

"Of course, Wukong." Barbara Pavin couldn't help laughing at the unusual childhood story, "Since he was addicted to alcohol at the age of three, he should be one of the most experienced connoisseurs in the world now, right? ?”

"It is because I know that the gene of an alcoholic may flow in my veins, so I choose not to touch it."

Han Yi was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

The sentence was very vague, but Barbara was keenly aware of all the superficial differences of Han Yi. As long as he asked one more question, he should be able to find the truth hidden behind it.

But Barbara didn't choose to do that.

She likes the face sitting across the table, likes his oriental restraint and modesty, and also likes his domineering way of clamping herself under him so that he can't move.

But anyway, it's just like it.

To like is to enjoy everything the other party has to offer in the most wanton way.

No need to understand.

Love requires understanding.

For Barbara Pavon now, love is not a topic she wants to touch.

Not willing to mention, more afraid to mention.

So, after blinking her eyes for a few times, Barbara chose to use another question that she was quite curious about but could clearly draw a line between the two of them, so that the gap between herself and Han Yi could be broken. The broken inner world is separated by a distance.

"Tell me about the girls around you?"

Barbara buried her face in the wine glass, and after a while, she brought out a hop mustache hanging around her mouth, and showed an extremely cute and bright smile.

"I'd love to hear how a self-absorbed gentleman who never drank alcohol managed to attract so many girls."

(End of this chapter)