บท 336: Camping on the misty mountains

"This is focking delicious," Kevin said, taking a spoonful of the dense orange soup.

"Watch your language, Kevin, and what's with the accent?" Maria replied sternly, though she was also enjoying the soup. The rest of the family sat together at the table, sharing the meal.

The restaurant wasn't luxurious and had only about 15 tables, but all of them were filled with guests enjoying their meals.

Kevin and the others had decided to order a nine-course meal, which meant they would be there for at least another two hours. They had already been there for half an hour, and Kevin seemed to be getting drunk, evident from the redness on his cheeks and the empty wine bottle on the table.

As he emptied his glass, he ordered another bottle, prompting Maria to worry. "Don't drink too much, son," she said.

Kevin, taking a sip and savoring the new bottle, smiled at her and squeezed her thigh. "Don't worry, Mom, I can handle it," he reassured her.