On a Friday afternoon, the house was loud with all the relatives and their chilren’s talks and noises. Your relatives came over for dinner and were catching up on each other’s while your and their children played together in the backyard.

Meanwhile, König was barbecuing in the backyard while keeping eye on the little ones. As he was turning the sausages and meat, you came to him to take the food that were done to serve the adults.

“Quit your beer, König. I told you to slow down on them.” You said in scolding tone.

“Okay, dear.” He said in calm tone and watched you take the food and go back inside. As you were gone, he popped open another can of beer secretly, taking a sip as he continued to barbecue.