Louis was somewhat speechless; no matter how he heard it, this sentence sounded strange, but he still raised his glass, "Then let's toast to the family first."
"To the boss!" Yorn echoed loudly, his voice drowning out the fireplace.
The two of them raised their glasses, the firelight flickering in their cups.
Laughter, firelight, and the smell of wine mixed together, and the temperature in the hall gradually rose.
Yorn patted his chest, laughing heartily, like a young man who never tires.
But as Louis watched him, he felt that this cold Northern Territory also had some life in it.
......
Winter was approaching, and the streets of Red Tide were covered with a thin frost from the first snow.
The streets were bustling with activity.
Vendors were hawking hot wine, leather boots, and cured meat, while children dragged wooden boxes and ran in the snow, lanterns in their hands swinging to and fro.
