I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 211 The bistro at home
Xia Qingdai, who had two sets of exquisitely made retro silk summer clothes, and had been imagined by her mistress to suffer a lot, was sitting on a high bar stool, leisurely holding a plate of ice cream, and swinging two snow-white skirts. Calf, while eating a delicious cold drink, looking up at Owen mixing drinks at the bar.

London now has the most bistros and cafes.

Although British people prefer to drink tea, morning tea, afternoon tea and tea parties are all available. But London is a city of coffee, with many more coffeehouses than teahouses.

Maybe it's because tea is more expensive than coffee, and the customer base of these street restaurants is mainly middle class.

As for the tavern, it goes without saying that both noble and common men love to drink.

Gentlemen are willing to have a drink before and after meals, and workers are accustomed to gathering in the tavern to drink and chat after work, and exchange experiences of the day.

If a servant who has served the nobles also drinks in the tavern, the topic he brings will definitely make him the center of the tavern.

Like later generations, people are most interested in the affairs of the luxurious upper class.

Owen was a standard gentleman of the eighteenth century. He did not have boring work to consume him day after day, so he could devote his limited time to unlimited eating, drinking and having fun.

With his intelligence, he can easily become proficient at anything, including bartending.

With him, anywhere in your home can become a tavern.

Beautiful cocktails paired with ice-cold ice cream, it’s so enjoyable to cool off while tipsy.

If she wasn't chatting, playing the piano, or reading books with Jane, Xia Qingdai would be with Owen.

These two were her favorite people in the eighteenth century. They resonated with her thoughts and were full of fun to communicate with.

Even though a musical genius like Mozart has a great reputation, Xia Qingdai cannot share the same frequency with him.

The most important use for Xia Qingdai of the elegant music that he pursued passionately was to show off. How could two people have something in common if their understanding of music is so completely different?

What's more, there is another thing about Mozart that Xia Qingdai finds difficult to accept, that is, his private life is really messy.

After he recovered from the illness, everyone attended various dances in London's upper class. He soon developed a mistress, and even the slow Xia Qingdai felt it.

In order to make it easier to hang out with the noble lady, Mozart left Xia Qingdai's home after his body was completely nursed back to health by Xia Qingdai, and returned to the garden house rented by Count Walstein.

This incident obviously made Xia Qingdai's filter of Mozart completely shattered, but looking through the history books, Mozart was indeed a musician with rich love stories in history!
As for one of the causes of his death, there are rumors that he was killed for love.

Fortunately, even if she and Mozart could not become good friends and talk about everything, Xia Qingdai could still pretend to be a little fan girl and flatter Mozart.

She wants him to help her write songs in a light and happy mood!
However, before December, Xia Qingdai did not intend to urge him to compose music for her.

After he returns to Vienna, completes all the remaining works in history, and survives his death, and then writes unpublished music that can sell Xia Qingdai to the modern era, she will not be guilty. feel.

When Xia Qingdai finished a plate of ice cream and drank two glasses of cocktails made by Owen, with a hint of drunken rosiness on her face, Jane also came out of the room. Xia Qingdai's keen hearing heard the sound of her leather shoes hitting the floor. She turned her head and shouted to Jane in the corridor: "Jane, I'm here!"

Although Jane hasn't been seen yet, Xia Qingdai can recognize her just by the sound of footsteps. This is the ability gained after the five senses and six consciousnesses are strengthened.

If Xia Qingdai knew about the situation of Eucommia ulmoides, the senior from Jiang University Medical School whom she met yesterday, she would be glad that her senses have not evolved to a level that is dozens of times better than that of ordinary humans.

Her five senses and six senses are just stronger than those of ordinary people, but they are still within the normal range and have not reached extraordinary levels. She cannot be considered clairvoyant or clairvoyant.

If Eucommia ulmoides concentrates its attention, it can even hear the sound of ants crawling on the ground, see the bugs chewing leaves on the leaves thousands of meters away, and smell the suffocating smell of the sewers deep underground.

Although this ability is powerful, it is also very painful.

His super-sensitivity allows him to construct three-dimensional images based on sound; he can use his vision to perfect various suture methods in textbooks, including sutures under a microscope; it also allows him to identify the ingredients of medicines just by smell. .

But these also affected his physical and mental health, leaving his brain in a state of high load all year round and making his whole person somewhat sub-healthy. His face was sickly pale, which was the same skin tone that European nobles pursued tirelessly.

All in all, he lived a very tired and painful life.

Compared with Xia Qingdai, who only enjoyed the benefits of hearing and seeing without any side effects, Eucommia ulmoides seemed very pitiful.

Jane walked into the renovated music room, saluted the two of them first, and was surprised to see Xia Qingdai's slightly tipsy appearance: "Oh, Xia, have you drank wine this morning?"

Xia Qingdai didn't even want to get up and return the gift, but waved to her lazily: "It's delicious, fragrant, spicy, and has a little bit of sweetness. You can have a drink too."

At this time, Owen had just mixed a new cocktail, poured it into the glass, and inserted a flavored lemon slice on the rim of the glass.

Jane stepped forward, thanked Owen, took the goblet and took a sip. It tasted really good.

Xia Qingdai lay on the bar, tilted her head to look at Jane, and joked directly through her drunkenness: "It's already this time today, and your Irish boy Thomas hasn't come to report yet!"

Jian's face turned red when she heard this. She raised her eyes and glanced at Owen. Seeing that he had already walked to the piano and was about to play, she looked at Xia Qingdai and whispered, "I don't think he will come today."

"Why?" Xia Qingdai was curious, doesn't that person come every day?
How can two people who are in love be separated?
Jane sighed: "He is going to pack his things and go back to Ireland to go to school."

Xia Qingdai understood and asked again: "Did he propose to you?"

One of the ways that the British in the 18th century made a lifelong commitment was to propose marriage. Sometimes when the feeling of love came, they could propose impulsively after only meeting a few times. The efficiency was amazing.

This is an era where love at first sight is particularly common, but there is a prerequisite - both parties are well-matched, otherwise the probability of being beaten is very high.

Jane shook her head at this time: "There were several times when I felt that he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing."

Xia Qingdai understood that unless she announced now that she would sponsor Jane's 10,000-pound dowry, Thomas, a poor Irish young man with an unfree marriage, would probably not be able to muster the courage to go against the wishes of his uncle who funded his life and study.