Because He Wasn't Perverted Enough, He Didn't Fit In

"It really is delicious. I thought it would have some kind of stinky-foot taste, but it doesn't." Bobobo Wei Qi looked at Richard and recommended it. "Richard, do you want to try some?"

Richard was scooping up a spoonful of milk mushroom soup and swallowing it in one gulp. He then looked at Bobobo Wei Qi, shook his head, and declined meaningfully.

"Suit yourself." Bobobo Wei Qi took another sip, suddenly thought of something, and turned to the tavern owner, who had not yet made it out the door. He asked curiously, "By the way, Boss, I want to ask you something. Why is this wine called Toe Rum?

"Compared with ordinary rum, it's refreshing and not unpleasant at all. It doesn't have any strange stinky-foot flavor either, so why give it the name Toe Rum?"

"Uh..." The tavern owner, who had been about to leave, stopped and turned around somewhat stiffly. Under Bobobo Wei Qi's curious gaze, he forced a smile and tried his best to speak in a gentle, non-provocative tone. "Sir, because it is steeped with toes."

"What?" Bobobo Wei Qi blinked as if he had not understood, then asked again. However, the wineglass he was about to raise to his lips came to an abrupt halt in midair.

"Well..." The tavern owner answered with difficulty, "Sir, this wine is indeed steeped with toes. That is why it is called Toe Rum."

"Toes? Toes!" Bobobo Wei Qi's eyes gradually widened, and a faint retching sound came from deep in his throat. His expression twisted somewhat, but he still wanted to struggle a little. "Animal toes, right? Tiger toes? Lion toes?"

"No, sir. Human toes," said the tavern owner.

"I don't believe it!" The veins at Bobobo Wei Qi's temples bulged slightly.

"Sir, the toe is at the