Evolution Day is here, but honestly, Zell is not ready to welcome it with all his heart.

He got up just after dawn. This was the first time he had been getting up so early.

After washing up, he rinsed his face with cold water, rubbed the dead skin on his face hard, and then shaved the stubble that had just emerged, and his chin was as smooth as new. He looked in front of the mirror until there was no flaw on his face, and Zell put on his shirt with satisfaction.

The last time he paid so much attention to his appearance was still on his first date. Although no girl would notice these details of him at present... she just prepared for the banquet tonight and should not let down this grandeur.

Speaking of which, Zell received a letter from the housekeeper two days ago, and the family gathering unexpectedly evolved into a charity dinner.

As an angel investor of Piltwolf, Giramann sponsored many financially disadvantaged students and often contacted major manufacturers through banquets to raise life-saving equipment and materials to donate them to the hard worker and orphans in Zuan.

Zell knew that this move was to gain reputation through ways other than politics and ensure that the family could remain vital after leaving political activities, and did not really care about the life or death of those gutters.

But no matter how you tell me, this kind of fake charity is better than those who cheat money under the guise of charity.

"The only one in the family who really cares about charity is Sister Kai. I heard that every time she transports supplies, she personally went to Zuan to contact us, because she was afraid that the supplies would be embezzled and deducted. Am I thinking too much? Today is a festive day."

Zell shook his head, putting irrelevant thoughts behind his head, leaving the apartment and heading towards the cafe.

The alchemy street lights of last night are still on, and the jumping fire adds an industrial atmosphere to the slightly cold morning. Zell bought a piece of Shurima sun bread in the breakfast shop and prepared to go to the store with milk.

When he arrived at the cafe, as expected, Roy was already waiting at the door of the store, and waved to Zell from afar, more enthusiastic than the vendors setting up stalls on the street.

"I got up after being exposed to the sun. I couldn't get you earlier." Zel thought he was already very hurrying, but Roy never disappointed him in terms of enthusiasm.

It is obvious that Roy has to take several times as long as he has from Blue Shuang Manor to the border market, and he has not ridden a bicycle. He always walks on two legs. Can she still teleport?

After thinking about it, maybe it was because people didn’t have to work overtime and went to bed early and got up early.

"It's early, the bell of Hinodo Gate is ringing six times. Open the door quickly. If you don't prepare for the event, you will miss the float parade." Roy urged Zell, constantly signaling to the keychain on his waist, even if he had the same one on his body.

"This is your first time on Evolution Day? You can't have seen the parade before, right? You always feel like you're very excited."

"I used to watch it on private airships and I didn't really participate."

Zell had never experienced this when he was on a airship to visit the Evolution Day celebration. After asking casually, he was covered with a look of Fan's face. Zell quickly opened the door and let her in.

While Zel was looking for milk and bread in the kitchen, Roy was about to pour some fresh milk into Polu's food bowl. The two thought of a piece and saw only half a box of milk left, and they humbled each other in front of the cabinet.

"You get it, I'll go to the convenience store across the street to buy a box," said Roy.

"No, I just drink hot water."

With eyes facing each other, Roy seemed to be smiling: "Shopkeeper, have you shaved?"

"There is a charity dinner to attend." Zel touched her chin and looked at her new look: "You are wearing a hat too, so you don't have to change your uniform today."

"I was about to say that."

Both of them laughed at each other, and there was an indescribable tacit understanding.

After breakfast, we should prepare lemon tea immediately. The two of us had a clear division of labor. Zell pulled out a whole box of lemons, cut them into two pieces to squeeze juice and slice them. Roy was responsible for cooking the black tea that we had not finished cooking yesterday, mixing lemon juice and pouring it into a portable paper cup, and then adding a slice of lemon.

It took them three hours to make 500 cups of lemon tea, put them in a box with ice and pulled them to set up a stall under the eaves at the door, which was no different from other street vendors.

They didn't have a small cart, so they placed a folding square table at the door, and placed the lemon tea neatly on the table, and then hung a sign that served free drinks.

Free is the best advertisement, and there is no need to sell it. Someone will come to ask immediately.

“Is it really free?”

The question is a teenage girl with an accent with an impatience underground, which always makes people feel that a few authentic Zuan greetings will pop up in the next moment.

She was wearing a pair of overalls with many pockets sewn, and a delicate set of lock hook buckles were installed on her student jacket. She just needed a quick pull to take off the whole piece of clothing. If it caught fire, this design would be life-saving.

In addition, she was holding an unknown device in her hand, which seemed to be participating in the craftsman assessment of a certain family.

"Happy Evolution Day! I wish you a successful assessment." Zell handed her a drink with a straw and sent her a sincere blessing.

Roy also reminded him: "Drinking tea on an empty stomach will cause stomachache, remember to drink some breakfast together."

The girl caught off guard and said with a blushing face: "Thank you, I hope the haze will not enter your home."

Seeing that the girl really got the drink for free, others also surrounded her enthusiastically.

"Can I ask for a drink?"

"Give me one too!"

"Here here!"

“…”

“Everything is all.”

"Don't worry, line up, each person will have a limited amount of one cup."

As expected by Zell, this scene was taken out of the sound transmission tube prepared in advance and repeated the advertisements with loud volumes.

There are all kinds of people receiving the drinks, including an ordinary family of three in Picheng, as well as a hard worker with pale faces and coughs; there are young people who are determined to become inventors, and there are also artistic craftsmen who have become great.

Zell could not change their origins, all he could do was share the happy holidays with them equally.

The little girl Zuan he helped last time also came.

It was no longer dirty, but changed into clean and plain clothes, wiped off the dust on his face, washed his hair and braided it. He almost didn't recognize it.

She came over and took a drink, then added a late thank you, her voice slightly hoarse.

The traffic of people in the border market is very large, and hundreds of drinks are given away in less than half an hour.

"It's too tiring to do good things. I'm busy for a long time and I don't make any money."

Zell returned to the store and collapsed directly on the sofa, looking at the ceiling with empty eyes, as if his soul had been hollowed out.
Chapter completed!