A Cappuccino for Aunt Theresa

Listening to Theresa recount her fond memories of Kiana's mother, Cecilia, Mo Yi finally understood how the Late Night Diner collected other people's stories.

It turns out that eating something triggers memories, causing one to involuntarily recount past events that were brought back by the food.

Very good and powerful!

Mo Yi was initially worried about how he, a hardworking and promising young man who wasn't good at talking, would get the other party to pay him—by telling stories.

Does that mean that if the other party is unwilling to talk after the meal, you should use force to make them understand that not paying for the meal will result in being blown up by a fireball?

Listening to Theresa's beautiful stories, Mo Yi's strongest feeling was that the lesbian relationship was boundless... no, it was that the Kaslana bloodline contained the genes of lesbianism. (Although Theresa shared the surname Apocalypse with Lord Green Otto, her bloodline came from Kallen Kaslana.)

Therefore, Kiana fell in love with Mei not because she was a pervert, but because of the issue of bloodline inheritance!

All of this begins with that wicked woman— Kallen Kaslana —and even all the tragedies that followed are inseparable from her.

P. S.: The author thinks that Illya, who backstabbed Mage's Church Father with "I'm not tired of rubbing it" during Magical Girl Carnival, was the World's Number One Cutie at that moment.

Theresa has also made her appearance, and the other two starter Pokémon need to hurry up and make their appearances as well.

Chapter 65: A Cappuccino for Auntie Theresa

I don't know what Xiao Huo added to the bitter melon juice, or if these bitter melons that know how to escape are different from those soulless bitter melons. Theresa's face turned red after drinking only half a cup of bitter melon juice, as if she had drunk fake alcohol.

He shook his head, laughing and crying as he recounted everything he remembered about his mother-in-law Cecilia.

After recounting how she saw Cecilia's remaining child and named her 'Kiana,' Theresa finally realized that the bitter melon juice in her glass was already finished.

"Boss, another drink, please!"

Theresa turned the glass upside down, looked at it for a moment, and then exclaimed, "I can drink ten more glasses!"

Mo Yi: "..."

Theresa had already eaten a huge bitter melon burger, and now she's drunk a huge glass of bitter melon juice. Even an adult like Mo Yi would be stuffed to the point of bursting.

The other person is so small, their stomach is naturally not big, how could they hold so much stuff?

Thinking of this, Mo Yi couldn't help but look down at Theresa's face, all the way to her stomach, which was only slightly bulging.

"What are you looking at—"

A drunk Theresa, clutching her stomach, shouted:

"Believe it or not, I'll smash you to Judas with you, Judas!"

Mo Yi: "..."

We can't afford to mess with them, we really can't afford to mess with them.

At this moment, Xiao Huo kept looking at Mo Yi for a few seconds before saying:

"Father, would you like another cup for the guest, or ten cups?"

Because Theresa called out "boss," Xiao Huo assumed she was calling out to Mo Yi. Naturally, he would ask for Mo Yi's opinion. Moreover, the other party's words were ambiguous, sometimes saying "one more cup" and sometimes "ten more cups."

Being young, Xiao Huo, who is full of rational logic but lacks emotional logic, naturally cannot understand the current situation.

"Just give her one."

"Um--"

Xiao Huo in a Miko Outfit, floated lightly into the kitchen. A minute later, she brought out a glass of bitter melon juice that was glowing green and crystal clear under the light.

Looking at this cup of bitter melon juice, Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh, wondering how many bitter melon brothers had sacrificed themselves.

"Thanks--"

A little more sober, Theresa picked up the bitter melon juice and drank it, then fell into a drunken state again and began a new round of veteran memoirs.

However, this time the story isn't about Cecilia, but about some trivial things that happened to her when she was the headmistress of the St. Freya Academy.

Do you know St. Freya Academy?

Before Mo Yi could reply with "I know, I don't need any recommendations," Theresa continued talking to herself as if in a dream.

"That's the only academy in the world that trains Valkyrie, the one others call the Honkai Messenger. I personally founded that academy, isn't that amazing? I'm the headmaster!"

"..."

"Every time I go for a walk, I always get fed by those strangers. It's really annoying."

"The worst one is Himeko. The school courtyard is my private space. It's so hard for me to find a place where I can calm down and read comics. Do you know how difficult that is?"

"Always pulling documents out of his pocket, that's blatant mockery!"

"One day I'll make that Himeko understand what the headmaster's authority is all about!"

Once again, Theresa, drunk, complained with a smile about all the troubles in her life.

Listening to the other person's complaints, Mo Yi became more and more energetic. He lay there with great interest, listening to Theresa talk in her sleep, and naturally sketched out the stories and scenes in her words in his mind.

It was quite interesting.

"Ding-dong—"

Just then, the Little World Game sent a message reminding Mo Yi that there were 15 minutes left before the Late Night Diner, and it was time to send the guests away.

Seeing that Theresa had already drunk four or five glasses of bitter melon juice and was swaying unsteadily, seemingly about to collapse at any moment Theresa, Mo Yi said to his Daughter Xiao Huo, "Xiao Huo, get Auntie Theresa a cappuccino to help her sober up."

Theresa, who had drunk fake alcohol, couldn't tell that Mo Yi had really tricked her.

"Yes, Father—"

Then, the all-powerful Xiao Huo took out a cappuccino and replaced the bitter melon juice on Theresa's table.

Theresa, who had drunk the fake alcohol, naturally didn't notice that the bright green bitter melon juice in front of her had been replaced with a strange milky white liquid, which she then took a sip of.

"The bitter melon juice is so sweet!"

"Belch--"

Then came a hiccup, a shiver ran through him, and then he miraculously came to his senses. Looking at the cappuccino in his hand, he said, "This isn't bitter melon juice!"

Mo Yi complained listlessly: