1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 205 Dreams come true!

Joy and laughter filled Lourmarin throughout mid-September.

There was no rain in early September, which meant that everyone had safely passed through the short but troublesome rainy season.

It also means that farmers can rest assured and let the grapes mature for a while longer.

Pierre predicts that the alcohol content of the grapes picked now can reach about 12 degrees, but if we wait a little longer until the end of September, the alcohol concentration of these crystal clear little things can reach 9 degrees. These 12.5 degrees can make this batch of grapes several francs more expensive per kilogram.

There is no doubt that this year will be a bumper year!

The rainy season is over, and the farmers are temporarily relieved from their state of being ready to go to war and can enjoy drinking.

Pierre's anxiety completely disappeared, and he drank in the old tavern for several days as if in revenge, repeating the same thing to everyone he met:
"No storms, no cold snaps, no insect infestations, no forest fires. Good luck on making it another successful year, folks!"

Henry, holding a cigarette in his mouth, shouted sharply:
"It's great that the bombardment from Asia and Africa didn't reach Europe!"

Theo taunted Henry while shaking his hips to the music:
"Handicrafts also depend on the weather and international situation? Henry, are you mistaken?"

"Get out! Damn Theo, I wouldn't be polite to you even if Mr. Ronan was here!" Henry said with bared teeth.

Ronan waved his hand, signaling the two guys to stop arguing. He looked up and asked Pierre who was drinking heavily:
“So when do we harvest the grapes?”

Pierre wiped the beer foam from his beard:

“The last week of September.”

Theo hugged Ronan's neck from behind and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Ronan. You don't have to be so tense for the next half month. Come and dance with me! The old tavern is finally our territory again!"

Henry raised his glass to Ronan:
"Happy harvest, Mr. Ronan!"

"I'm sure we'll make a lot of money this time. After selling the grapes, I'm going to buy a new tractor. The one we have now is older than my dad."

"I'm going to Apt to buy new clothes and shoes for my wife and daughter. Winter is coming, so I'll buy a new quilt."

"I want to renovate my house and make it as beautiful as Mr. Ronan's!"

Ronan smiled as he listened to everyone talk about their wishes for a good harvest, thinking:
How should I reward myself for a year of hard work?
One day, Ronan went to Zoe's house for lunch. As soon as he entered the door, Leah whispered to him:
"Zoe moved clay and glass from the yard to the studio today. I heard the sound of powdering in the morning. I guess she's going to start making tableware."

Ronan gave Leah an 'OK' gesture and said gratefully:

"Thank you."

Ronan goes to Zoe's house for lunch half of the week, then takes a nap in Vieri's room, eats the desserts made by Leah, and then returns to the restaurant to continue working.

But today Ronan left after lunch, saying he was going home to sleep.

Zoe thought Ronan had something to talk to his parents about, so she took a short nap and got up to work. She was surprised to find Ronan sitting in her workshop:
"Why are you here again?"

Zoe had already changed into overalls for doing the 'dirty work', and Ronan was even more certain at one look that she was going to start making tableware today.

"Your tone sounds like Huhu, don't you welcome me?" he said pretending to be angry.

Zoe neatly put her hair up, revealing her slender, white neck:
"Tell me, why are you back again?"

Ronan pointed to the clay in the room and said:
"Make tableware with you."

Zoe thought for a moment, and suddenly shouted outside:

"Mom, did Ronan bribe you?"

Leah's ethereal voice came from a distance:

"What's wrong, honey? The apple pie will be ready soon, just wait a moment!"

Zoe turned around and looked at Ronan helplessly for a few seconds, then explained:
"I'm only doing shaping today, not carving. If you want to see the pattern, go to my desk and look at it. The manuscript is there."

Ronan said with a bright smile:

"Don't worry about the pattern, let's do the shaping together first. I swear I won't mess with you."

Zoe was always unable to resist Ronan's smile. Even though she knew this was outrageous, she still smiled and said:
"Go get a chair."

Zoe put the plastic clay on the turntable and turned on the switch:
"Feel it first."

Ronan obediently placed his hands on the clay, only to find that it was really difficult to make any shape out of it. If he applied a little force, it would dent to one side, and it would be difficult to adjust it.

Zoe made an 'I knew it would be like this' expression and turned to look for something:
"I'll get another turntable, and you can play with it by yourself."

"Wait!" Ronan gave up his chair, "Show it to me first."

Zoe sat down and quickly shaped the piece of clay that Ronan had played with:

"Baby, I don't want to discourage you, but pottery is much more difficult than weaving. I think you—"

Zoe's voice suddenly stopped, and a warm body came up from behind, along with another hand made of clay.

Ronan's voice appeared a few centimeters away from her ear, with an obvious smile:

"You know, I've been fantasizing about this for months."

Ever since Ronan put Zoe into his future, he began to fantasize that one day they could do pottery like the classic scene in the famous movie "Ghost".

This was his favorite movie in his previous life.

Having a girlfriend who makes pottery, how can I not pay tribute to the classics four years in advance?

It was a dream come true, and Ronan was so happy.

The process of realizing dreams one by one is so exciting.

Zoe in Ronan's arms did not feel any joy of 'a dream coming true', she just felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Zoe, who had not seen the movie yet, just felt that they were too close and too ambiguous.

It's daytime now, and my mother likes to 'peek and eavesdrop' so much. What if she can't control herself and does something impulsive?
Zoe patted Ronan's hand a few times, saying something she meant:
"I want this furnace to be perfect, please don't mess it up."

"I'm not causing any trouble." Ronan's breath blew into Zoe's ears, "I'm shaping."

"Go over there and take a look at the pattern, okay?" Zoe's breath began to quicken and her eyes began to wander. Ronan chuckled twice in Zoe's ear:

"I also designed a pattern. Would you like to take a look at what I drew first?"

Zoe turned around and looked closely into Ronan's smiling eyes:
“You designed it too?”

Ronan rinsed his hands in the bucket on the ground and took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket:

“This is the logo I designed for the restaurant.”

Ronan's painting skills were already good, and he had been promoted a while ago. Zoe knew what he was drawing at a glance - it was the silhouette of a man and a woman cuddling together, surrounded by five dogs and a sheep.

"You want to use this as your logo?" Zoe couldn't describe her feelings at the moment.

Unexpected events, surprises, joy, and touching moments. Ronan really planned everything for her in his future.

Ronan hugged Zoe from behind again, put his face close to hers and said:
"These days I have consulted many restaurant veterans, including Mr. Jacques who opened a Michelin restaurant, the family restaurant at the entrance of Bonnieux village, Jules in Lourmarin, Mrs. Chels whom you like, and even Comman whose business is not doing well. Guess what I found?"

Zoe looked down at the manuscript and asked excitedly:
"what?"

Ronan kissed Zoe on the cheek:
"I've found that every restaurant owner has a happy marriage. This is my beautiful vision. I hope we can be sweet and happy in the future, just like this logo, and always 'snuggle' together. Of course, we will have our favorite pets to accompany us!"

The Miphal Guide describes Jacques as a lucky guy who is humble in appearance, extremely fragile and sensitive in heart, and has a harmonious relationship with his wife.

While getting along with Mr. Jacques, Ronan could also feel that Mr. Jacques had sincere feelings for his wife.

The location of the restaurant was chosen based on his wife's preferences. This guy, who usually doesn't have any mood swings, becomes extremely shy whenever he mentions his significant other.

The elderly couple who opened a family restaurant in Berniejo have supported each other all their lives. Now in their 70s, the couple still hold hands and say sweet words to each other.

Although Olivier is a profiteer, he cares very much about his wife, Mrs. Mitchell, and his wife's will is above all else.

Koeman's restaurant is decorated like a refugee camp because he doesn't want to forget what it was like when he married his wife.
Ronan hopes that one day when his restaurant is listed in the Mifal Guide, it will have a similar description at the end:

The food is unique and the decoration is surprising, but what is most talked about is the sweet love between the owner and his artist wife.

Ronan said happily:
"Take a quick look at these and see if they're suitable for your plates and cups? Should we make a few with this logo and put them in the restaurant, or use them ourselves?"

Zoe seemed to be wrapped in countless pink bubbles, and her love for Ronan hit her like a tsunami, pushing her to do things that were "not suitable" to do at home.

She took a few deep breaths and suppressed the surging love in her heart:
"I must be the happiest person in the world."

But we can't keep this up any longer!

Zoe pretended to get up:

"I'll get you another turntable. You can get familiar with it. Then we can design this logo on the tableware. It will look really nice."

Ronan pushed Zoe down again:

"No, let's do it together."

I still haven’t had enough of “Ghost”!

Zoe was so aroused by this posture that she said randomly:
"Then get up. I can't make clay like this."

Being "disdained" once again, Ronan didn't even think twice and upgraded [Pottery Making] to level 3 in one go.

There was no time to check what abilities the skill brought. He said while shaping:

"Look, am I doing okay? I really won't mess things up for you."

After Zoe's fierce resistance failed several times, she only felt more itchy.

She tilted her head back and asked Ronan:

"Are you going to go?"

Ronan shook his head:

"Don't go."

I've spent 600 points of [Happiness], and now you want me to leave?!

Zoe kissed him without thinking, and just as their lips touched, a door appeared at the door:
"Bah."

Huhu walked in with a gait that showed he didn't care about anyone.

"Why is it happening again!" Ronan roared, gritting his teeth.

This guy has ruined his good deeds so many times!
I even drew you on the logo, bah!

Just as I was about to yell at it, Zoe came up to me softly, holding down Huhu's head with one hand:

"Ignore it."

[Increase happiness by 60 points when having intimate physical contact with the opposite sex]

[Increase happiness by 65 points when having intimate physical contact with the opposite sex]

[Increase happiness by 70 points when having intimate physical contact with the opposite sex]

Ronan had only one thought in his mind:
These 600 points are totally worth it!

The two separated briefly to take a deep breath, and Ronan asked:

"Did I mess you up?"

Zoe firmly hugged Ronan's neck and kissed him again:
"You can do more of this kind of 'troublemaking' in the future."

Immediately, a few more palm prints appeared on Huhu's face.

Ten minutes later.

Leah looked at Huhu, who was covered in clay, strolling out of Zoe's workshop and muttered softly:
"These two people in there were mopping the floor with Huhu? How did it get so dirty?"

(End of this chapter)