American TV series Detective's Daily Life

Chapter 63 Don’t drink while driving

"Can I participate?"

Rose couldn't help but ask.

"Did you get the message?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"……No."

Ross said unhappily: "But I'm also good at math."

"This kind of game is generally only suitable for math people."

Chuck glanced at him: "You haven't heard the news, which means you are not, so I suggest you don't go there and waste time."

"Can we organize a group to participate?"

Rachel fantasized: "There is strength in numbers."

"It's not allowed in principle."

Chuck shook his head: "But there is no supervision. If you have ideas and have nothing to do, you can form a group to play. This is the first question. Please listen to it."

"..."

A group of old friends became enthusiastic when they heard that they could form a group and made eye contact, but after hearing what Chuck said, they calmed down instantly and looked at each other.

They had never heard of these formulaic terms, let alone combined them. After listening to them, they didn't write anything down and their heads were empty.

"Rose?"

Rachel admitted that she was a loser, and with the last glimmer of hope, she asked them to neutralize the person who was called genius recently.

"I……"

Ross didn't want to slap himself in the face, but facing the expectant gaze of the goddess Rachel, he opened his mouth. He really couldn't say that he couldn't understand the words at all. His eyes flickered: "I'm still thinking, where can such a topic come from? It will be solved in a while."

"I think so too."

As a good friend, Chandler is also a master of self-deprecation and ridicule. He immediately poked his friend's tires: "Ross, can you say the topic again and let me listen to it again."

Ross immediately glared at the good friend who poked his tire.

"Okay, let's eat."

Monica brought the turkey dinner to the table and interrupted: "This is originally a game in the mathematics world. Even for Peggy and Sheldon, every level is very difficult. You even play high-level mathematics in college." I don’t understand, you still want to play with this?”

"Yes, yes, yes, let's eat, let's eat!"

Joey, a little expert at eating, suddenly burst into laughter. As a scumbag who dropped out of high school to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, he was naturally afraid of advanced things like mathematics. When everyone was eager to try it just now, he was actually relying on his acting skills to blend into the atmosphere. In his heart, It's actually very cowardly.

Now, following Monica's words, he can finally stop pretending.

"How is the taste?"

Monica cut a piece of turkey for Chuck and looked at Chuck anxiously.

"not bad."

Chuck took a bite, chewed it thoroughly, nodded and gave an appropriate comment.

"It's just good? I think it's so delicious!"

Joey said vaguely with his mouth full of turkey meat.

"Hey, why is there no wine at Thanksgiving dinner?"

Ross suddenly felt something was wrong.

As soon as these words came out, the two girls and Chandler all showed knowing smiles. The corners of Rachel's mouth were too wide, which again affected the injury, making her unable to help but scream 'oh, oh, oh'.

"Drinking is bad for your health."

Monica lowered her head, not looking at her old friends who were laughing at her.

"That's right, don't drink while driving."

Chandler half-smiled and said, "Ross, didn't you learn to drive when you first learned to drive?"

Ross reacted immediately and glared at Chuck angrily. Now he knew that his sister was determined to practice the popular tradition of three dates tonight.

In the past, he didn't care, and would even encourage his sister to go boldly, but he didn't like Chuck at all, which made him feel very awkward and uncomfortable after knowing this determination and what was likely to happen tonight.

“Have a drink and enjoy yourself!”

Ross tried to make trouble: "Monica, take out the wine, tonight is Thanksgiving, we are not children anymore, what's wrong with a little drink?"

"Drink and indulge. Tonight is Thanksgiving. Give your right hand a holiday."

Chuck ate slowly and said calmly.

"puff!"

When Rachel and the others heard this, they burst out laughing, holding their stomachs and rubbing their hands, shouting: "Oh, oh, you made me laugh so hard."

"I told you, he has a dry sense of humor."

Chandler shrugged and said: "Using the coldest face and saying the most slutty words, don't drink alcohol on Thanksgiving to give your right hand a holiday. This sentence completely brought to life the scene after Ross returned."

Rose blushed, and saw everyone laughing and teasing, but the culprit, Chuck, remained calm as if he had done nothing. He was shaking with anger, stood up suddenly, and pulled the chair to make a loud noise. The sound of mopping the floor.

Chuck immediately frowned and looked over.

He hates noise!

Ross was just about to curse when he met Chuck's frowning gaze. The sweet roar of Barrett's heavy sniper when he first met him instantly sounded in his mind, and the words that came to his mouth immediately changed to: "I... go." Go to the bathroom."

With that said, he went to the bathroom to manage his bladder and calm down his mood.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Chuck continued to eat without being affected, and Joey was the same, but compared to Chuck's careful chewing, Joey was completely gobbling it up, just like a big eater, and he was still competing with others. That kind of thing.

"Hey, Rachel, the injury on your face is much better."

Phoebe suddenly pointed at the injury on Rachel's face and said.

After taking the ointment from Chuck just now, she helped Rachel apply the ointment and massage it. As an unprofessional masseur and a professional street lady, she was well aware of the changes in the injury and could see the effect of Rachel's ointment at a glance. Significantly.

"Now that you say it, it's really much better."

Rachel felt it belatedly: "This medicine is amazing."

"Chuck, do you still have it?"

Phoebe laughed and said, "Where did you buy it? If I had this kind of medicine, I would definitely have a lot of repeat customers giving massages in the future, and my career would be greatly developed."

"The cost is too high to justify, and mass production is impossible."

Chuck shook his head.

The little money Phoebe paid for massages was not even a fraction of the price of the ointment, so the business of buying caskets for pearls could not continue.

There was no way Phoebe could use the ones he had there.

"Is this expensive?"

Rachel felt better immediately, as if there was a trace of cool breath swimming on her face, which was extremely comfortable.

Um.

She knows that it is the blessing power of money, just like luxury brands.

But she just loves this.

"Precious Indian folk specialties."

Chuck nodded.

"Wow!"

Rachel felt a mysterious power covering her face, and she smiled even happier.

"India, I have only heard of holy scriptures. Does everyone know them?"

Joey had something in his mouth, and when he heard this topic, he immediately raised his head and winked.