My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1808

"Killing Magre? That sounds pretty cheesy. I wonder how it tastes." Jefferson smiled and gave in. "Since it's your signature drink and I'm here, why not give it a try? Give me two cups of Killing Magre."

The waiter quickly answered, "Sir, I'm sorry! One person is only allowed to order one a day. You can also choose other drinks to try. Although they're not as delicious as Killing Magre, they have their own uniqueness as well."

Jefferson tapped on the table with his fingers and asked, "What if I insist on drinking two?"

"Sir, it's our restaurant's rule that only one Killing Magre is allowed per customer each day. Please don't make things difficult for me.

"Make things difficult for you? What do you mean?" Jefferson raised his eyebrows slightly and mocked with a faint smile, "I want two glasses of the drink but you insist on only selling one to me. Do you think you're the one who's making things difficult for me, or am I the one who is making things difficult for you?"

"Sir..." In the service industry, especially in a bar, numerous customers made trouble every day. The bar waiters were usually able to handle them, and if they couldn't, they would hand matters over to security.

However, Jefferson was different. He wasn't just another impolite customer, his aura was one of which the waiter knew he could not provoke. The waiter had planned to call security guards to drive him away, but he did not dare to do so anymore.

Jefferson raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Is there a problem?"

"Sir, this is the rule of our bar. I am just a waiter who follows orders. I don't have the authority to serve you two glasses." The waiter looked up at the opposite side and there was some panic in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash. "Unless I want to get fired, I can't serve you two cups of Killing Magre."

"Who in your shop can give me two cups of Killing Magre then? Your boss? If so, tell your boss to come over and talk to me," Jefferson argued.

Hearing the word 'boss', the waiter subconsciously glanced at the corner on the left and immediately responded, "Sir, this is our store's rule. No one can break it, including the boss."

"Since you said that, not only do I want to drink it, but I also want to meet your boss. I want to see what kind of person doesn't want to earn money." Jefferson also glanced to the left corner from the corner of his eyes. There was a young woman in a red dress sitting there.

The woman alone took up a table that could seat a large group. She held a wine glass in her hand, which contained light-yellow wine... Jefferson wasn't sure what was in her cup, but it was definitely some light- yellow substance... "Do you guys serve any other drinks here?"

Jefferson changed the topic too quickly, and the waiter was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. "Sir, in our bar, we only have purified water besides wine, we don't sell any other drinks."

"Oh... Then give me one cup of Killing Magre." Jefferson had no interest in their signature drink, he was just trying to pry out some information.

This was a pretty common sales tactic on the market. One reason was to create hype, while another reason was that sales were too good, and they didn't have enough supply... Jefferson didn't feel like either reason applied to this bar.

As for why this bar had chosen to do so, Jefferson already guessed in his mind from what he gathered from his earlier conversation. Currently, he just needed more time to confirm his guess.

"Okay, I'll get Magre to prepare your drink for you. Please wait for two minutes." As soon as the waiter turned around, Jefferson noticed he was very obviously relieved.

Usually, when waiters were met with unreasonable customers, they just had to deal with them politely and professionally. There was no reason to be that scared... This bar really was something.

Not only was the waiter acting weird, but Jefferson also noticed other odd things as well.

In the two bars where he had gone before, the CCTVs were always installed in similar places. He glanced around and could immediately determine how many cameras there were. The purpose was to deter those who wanted to commit crimes. However, this store was different.

Apart from a few cameras that a few customers could see at a glance, there were also many other secret cameras in the store. Ordinary people would not be able to discover them at all. The fact that Jefferson was able to discover them was closely related to his extraordinary capability and professional

knowledge.

"Why are there so many secret cameras?" Jefferson wondered.

Were they monitoring the staff or the guests who were here for a drink?

Or were they monitoring both parties at the same time?

For the time being, Jefferson did not know what was going on.

The waiter quickly handed a glass of lightyellow liquid to Jefferson and informed him, "Sir, this is Magre's personal concoction, Killing Magre. I hope you like it."

"Thanks." Jefferson nodded his head, took the glass, and shook it gently. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

A pale yellow liquid?

He looked up again at the woman in the corner on the left. The woman was also looking at him. The two pairs of eyes met with each other. With a smile on his face, he picked up his glass and walked toward the woman.

He sat on the opposite side of her. "Miss, is there anyone sitting here?"

The woman smiled. "Yes."

"I was wondering how such a beautiful woman could be drinking alone in a bar

without an escort," flirted Jefferson with a smile. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

When Jefferson was about to leave, the woman's voice rang, "If you leave now, then that seat won't belong to anyone."

It turned out that she was referring to him.

"I'm honored to meet such a beautiful lady among thousands of people and have a chance to drink with you," Jefferson teased as he shrugged his shoulders and sat down.

"I heard that the drink in your hand is called Killing Magre. Once you drink it, you will get addicted to it forever. Do you dare to take such a drink?" The woman gently shook the glass in her hand. The yellow liquid became almost transparent with the shaking of the glass, giving it an unspeakable charm.

"The only two addictives I know are drugs and beautiful women... Is this drink addictive too?" Jefferson fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, gently shook the glass, and took a sip.

The smell of the wine was very light, but it tasted strongly. Jefferson was a regular drinker but he could still taste the alcohol in it, so he could only imagine how strong it would be for the average person.

"What do you think? Does it taste weird?" The woman leaned against the table with one of

her eyebrows raised. "This drink is like a person, don't get confused by its first impression... If you take a few more sips, you might find a special surprise."

"Is that so?" Jefferson chuckled. Under the gaze of the woman, he raised his glass and took another sip.

"It's so odd!" he thought.

The drink was so funky!

The second sip was completely different from the first one.

With the first taste, it had a strong pungent smell.

For the second sip, the taste of the alcohol was very light, and there was an indescribable aromatic aftertaste that lingered in the mouth.