Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

That chaotic nature ingrained in her very being meant that she could never gain Morty's complete trust.

This is why Morty defines her as a lover.

Just focus on dating, don't mess around with other things.

"So, I can only be your Morty family's little wife?"

Tzeentch, noticing this from certain details about Morty and Quinn, gradually frowned, because she felt that Morty was growing too fast, and because of the fusion of two souls.

Even Morty himself sometimes struggles to distinguish whether his own thoughts are truly his own.

You are indeed a time traveler, but you did not devour the original Morty's soul; instead, you merged directly with him.

This means that all your decisions are influenced by Morty's subjective will.

So, you and Quinn are very close, just as close to each other, but you maintain a certain uncrossable boundary. Are you sure this is really okay?

"I think it might be because you're a product of my subconscious, I always... um..."

As Morty was about to explain how complicated his feelings for Tzeentch were, and how he felt they should always maintain a more respectful relationship, the pink-haired girl brought her face close to his and kissed him with her thin, warm lips.

Morty, who had already driven dozens of cars, blushed from his cheeks all the way to his ears.

The three people next door, who had gone from eavesdropping to spying, silently put down their... professional spy devices.

FUCK! We're here to watch the drama unfold, not to witness their lovey-dovey moments!

What kind of incredible luck did that bastard Morty have?!

That was clearly the prelude to a breakup. All that was missing was a line like, "I'm not your pet, I'm a modern woman with an independent personality," and the two of them would have completely broken up.

And then she actually kissed him?!

What's going on?!

What's so great about that little rascal?!

Chapter 544 The Story of Grandpa and Bear Wine

The sun was shining brightly overhead.

An elderly man in white with an afro walked aimlessly along the sidewalk. The aroma of alcohol wafted from the countless hotels lining the street, almost squeezing out all the oxygen molecules from the air.

But when he was in this kingdom of wine, all Grandpa could think about was his beloved wine!

But after making numerous inquiries, I learned that the other party had simply gone to another universe to prepare some new brewing equipment for an upgrade...

Couldn't he have kept some stock for himself?!

They know I consume a lot of energy when I drink!

When is that chubby boss coming back?!

Grandpa, who didn't want to go back to the C167 universe and suffer in agony, could only wander aimlessly down this street, letting the aroma of alcohol satisfy his cravings.

As for going for a drink?

hell no!

He must stand firm and not let those seductive and cheap women outside tempt him to give up his deep love for that fat, two-meter-tall boss!

So he walked on, smelling only the fragrance of the flowers, without stopping.

But among the thousands of flowers, there must be one that looks similar, making a lonely and empty-hearted man stand alone on a bustling street to stop for her.

In front of a cat hotel, a pure white cat-like creature with heterochromia and short fur walks upright, pouring 200ml of strong liquor from a bottle of new customer experience liquor placed at the entrance into a goblet on its body.

The clear amber liquid, as it sank to the bottom of the cup, seemed to be striking Grandpa's heart.

Glug...

Noticing Rick watching her, the well-informed Meow Meow boss, who had originally intended to down her drink, could only elegantly raise her glass, give her grandfather a light smile, and take a small sip.

Glug...thump...

After scrutinizing Grandpa for a few seconds, I realized that he was already itching to make a move. How could a cat like me miss out on a customer like Rick?

Although Rick and his friends have a mixed reputation in the universe, as long as you don't become their enemy but rather their friend, there's a chance you'll receive some unexpected benefits.

However, some Ricks like to get things for free, which makes this heterochromatic cat-like creature with a sea-blue left eye and a reddish-gold right eye hesitant to approach Grandpa and instead quietly wait for his decision.

And this, unintentionally, captured the psychology of Grandpa, or rather, most Ricks.

Are you trying to sell to me?

What do you take me for?

I, Rick, have hands and feet, can't I brew a bottle of wine that I'm completely satisfied with?

But the other party didn't try to sell; instead, they looked at Grandpa with those big, meow-like eyes that were incredibly alluring to almost all higher primates.

Grandpa, who wasn't a monster like Cthulhu, was naturally captivated by those big eyes.

Maybe I should just drink a glass because the proprietress glanced at me...

Just one cup...

Satisfy my craving...

Why did the chubby boss not even send me a message before running off to upgrade his brewing techniques without a word, and without leaving me any stock, leaving me with no wine to drink?

Morty: "Yes, it was I who emptied the entire wine cellar in advance."

Under the combined stimulation of the big eyes and the familiar aroma of wine, Grandpa walked with great difficulty to the hotel entrance and accepted the wine glass handed to him by the cat-like person.

Looking at the amber liquid in the glass, he gulped it down one last time, then raised his proud head, facing the blazing sun in the sky, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

Two tears slid down the corners of her eyes...

That was his guilt towards the chubby boss, his hatred for not being persistent enough, and his shame when facing his past stance.

I'm sorry, Fatty Boss, I, Rick Sanchez, am so sorry. In my most painful time, it was the wine you brewed that kept me company through one difficult night after another, allowing me to fall asleep peacefully instead of watching the sun set and the moon rise again in every long night...

As these words flashed through his mind, Grandpa suddenly remembered his first encounter with the chubby boss, back when he hadn't yet become obsessed with fine wine.

It was 9:10 p.m. that night.

As he walked down the street, he saw a burly, bear-headed man being chased away by people as he was trying to sell his wine for the thousandth time.

Not only was he not appreciated by those high-end restaurants, but even that shabby restaurant rejected him.

This is a dream that someone born into the world of fine wine, who aspired from a young age to judge the heights of winemaking and stand shoulder to shoulder with the great figures of history, has never had the chance to achieve!

Humbly begging, losing face by clinging to someone's leg, kowtowing in hopes that the other party will taste one's fine wine.

What he got in return was... all that fine wine, into which he had poured his life's blood, was poured out like sewage from a sewer, spilled directly onto the ground, onto his face, and onto the bleeding wound in his heart.

Two heartbroken men met.

He longed for a moment of peace for his agitated mind.

He longed for his fine wine to find someone who appreciated it.

An unexpected encounter might lead to a fleeting moment, but sometimes it can bind the fates of two people who were previously unconnected together.

That night!

Grandpa found solace!

The chubby boss's years of painstaking brewing of fine wine has finally found someone who appreciates him!

Since then, Fatty Boss not only has his own shop, but also a happy family, a long-term loyal customer, and a big golden leg to hug.

But today.

This relationship has faced unprecedented challenges.

The challenge lasted less than ten minutes before Grandpa betrayed him! He drank someone else's wine!

Grandpa, tears streaming down his face, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp and then smashed the glass on the ground.

Then he took out some cash from his pocket, threw it to the cat-man, and was about to turn and leave...

This meow-like person, with a pleasant voice and a keen business sense, reached out to Grandpa and shouted with unwavering determination, "Although I don't know why you drank so sadly and shed so many tears, I believe that on this planet, you once had a brewer who was exclusively yours!"

"You're moved to tears by the sight of this place! Why not stay with me! Let our Meow Meow Wine redeem your soul that desperately yearns for peace!!!"

“Redemption…” Grandpa turned around blankly.

But instead of the white, heterochromatic-eyed Meow Meow, he was greeted with a special Meow Meow wine glass filled with Meow Meow wine, which was then brought to his lips.

The aroma of the liquor, somewhat pungent, wild, and powerful, allowed Grandpa's tongue to once again taste the flavor he had savored just seconds before, a flavor created by the unique smoking method.

"Come on, Rick, it's time for a drink!"

Chapter 545 You made me lose Fatty, didn't you?

Satisfaction, unprecedented satisfaction.

The feeling of his parched soul being nourished, and the heartfelt guilt he felt towards the chubby boss, left Grandpa feeling lost and regretful, regretful and lost again.

He drank until late at night before staggering out of the Meow Meow Hotel, his body reeking of alcohol at a Rick-level concentration.

Facing the still bustling street, and looking up at the starry night sky, Grandpa felt a pang of guilt and shame for himself.

As it turns out, I wasn't determined enough.

Unable to maintain that level of focus.

Grandpa, who had been drinking there until late at night, was getting a little hungry. So, while checking on his phone about the situation at home, he randomly picked a convenience store on this planet where 90% of the shops are hotels.

Just as he was torn between "Fly Leg Spicy Instant Noodles" and "Gulu Gulu Alien Spicy Durian Wide Noodles," a burly man with a bear's head... appeared...

As he went to the freezer to get a batch of drinks, he caught a glimpse of a gaunt old man out of the corner of his eye.

That was... a Rick?

The moment the chubby boss turned his bear head, Grandpa was so startled that he turned his back guiltily, afraid of being seen by the other party.

But the idea that turning your back would prevent the other party from noticing is obviously a ridiculous notion that is highly unlikely.

"Rick? P850?"

In the brief second that Grandpa hesitated, the chubby boss's big, round eyes narrowed, and his long nose twitched as if he had caught a whiff of something in the air.