After hearing what Thomas Fisher said, Alice Turner retorted unwillingly. Due to the alcohol, she slurred her words a bit, "What's your head made of? Why do you react so slowly?"
As she spoke, she poked his head with her finger.
"My brain is made of mush."
Even having his head poked, Thomas Fisher wasn't angry. This kind of Alice Turner was a first for him to see. He knew in his heart that it was all because of the alcohol. He removed her hand from poking his head.
When he was about to ask the waiter for water for her, he suddenly heard her say, "So your head is made of mush, no wonder you're so muddled."
Alice Turner said this while raising her right hand in front of Thomas Fisher, holding up three fingers and asked, "How many fingers is this?"
She tilted her head, waiting for his answer.
"Three!"
Thomas Fisher clearly knew that Alice Turner was drunk, but he still answered her very cooperatively. To him, she looked rather cute like this.
"Then how many is this?"
