Being a prisoner of delicious food started from becoming a nanny

"You really don't want to go and see?"

Before leaving the association, Henry was still a little unwilling to give up. The security guards seemed to have moved closer. Now he really wants to know what happened over there, and he is itching.

"Okay, that kind of thing is not as important as eating. Have you had breakfast?"

"Just got off the plane, what do you think?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really hard for a busy person."

"It's not as comfortable as you. You can lie down for more than half a year after completing a task. Ah, no, the more I think about it, the angrier I am. You can treat me to this meal later. I want to make a big dog like you poor."

"Okay, if you are poor, I think you are great."

The two of them put their arms around each other, got in the car, and arrived at the hot pot restaurant where Shirley took Cole to last time. Looking at the huge hot pot on the sign of the hot pot restaurant, Henry's mouth twitched.

"No, it's so early in the morning. You bring me here to eat this?"

"no?"

"It's not impossible...what a ghost! Who is such a good person to get up early in the morning and eat hot pot! Change it to another one."

Henry pushed Cole and walked aside. This street was full of food, so why bother with the hotpot?

Soon, Henry found a breakfast shop, and he sat down with Cole with satisfaction.

"This is what you should eat for breakfast, boss, bring me a drawer of steamed buns!"

It was time to go to work, and the two of them waited for a long time before finding a place to share a table. Henry was not polite and opened his mouth to share a drawer.

Then he saw Cole and smiled apologetically at him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about you, boss, here's another drawer!"

"Give me a bowl of sweet soy milk."

"Two more bowls of sweet soy milk!"

"Okay, wait a moment."

This shop was doing very well, and the boss and his wife were so busy that they couldn't keep their feet on the floor. After waiting for a while, everyone who shared the table had left, and Cole's buns and soy milk were served.

"Sorry, there are a lot of people in the morning."

Two drawers of hot big buns were steaming in front of him. Henry couldn't help it, picked up one and took a bite, and then made a nasal sound of satisfaction.

"It's okay, boss, your buns taste good."

"That's not."

The boss took a moment while he was busy, smiled and pointed to a wall in the store, where a group photo hung.

"Even the Four Heavenly Kings Aru said my steamed buns are delicious."

"Oh?"

Cole smiled and glanced at the photo of the boss and the laughing Aru.

"It is our honor to eat steamed buns that are praised by the Four Heavenly Kings."

"Hahahahaha, little brother, what you say is really interesting."

"Boss, check out here."

"I'm coming."

The boss wiped his hands on his apron and went to work again.

In the short time that Cole was talking, half of the buns had already entered Henry's stomach.

"Hey! Leave some for me, kid."

"Huh? You skipped your meal and went to chat with people. It's my fault."

"Asshole, let me show you my speed!"

"I fear you?"

With Cole's help, the restaurant closed several o'clock in advance before breakfast. The boss and others did not expect Cole to be so good at eating, and they wiped out a lot of his inventory for tomorrow.

"Hahahaha, little brother, you are very good."

When paying, the boss laughed and patted Cole on the back. In the era of gourmet food, eating is a blessing.

"Well, boss, come and visit us again next time."

"Don't worry, I promise to be more prepared next time you come."

"That would be troublesome."

Saying goodbye to the boss, Cole came to the side of Henry who was full.

"How's it going? Can you still leave?"

"Of course, you think I'm... ugh, who are you?"

The man said that he could not hold anything in, and Henry covered his mouth. He felt that he would not touch the bun again during this period of time.

"Okay, let's take you home. Let's wait until we have time next time to drink."

"Huh... let's call it a draw this time."

"...good."

With this inexplicable desire to win, after sending Henry home, Cole thought that it was almost time for those at home to wake up. When he was about to go back, the phone rang.

"Hello, who is it?"

Cole, who was driving, didn't look at the number and connected directly.

"Is it Hunter Cole?"

came an unfamiliar male voice.

"I am the president of the Hunters Association, Reginald Harry. You can just call me Harry."

Before Cole could reply, the person on the other end continued talking on his own.

"Uh... President Harry, I have long admired your name. May I ask if you have any business with me?"

Cole's long-term working experience tells him that when a leader calls you and tries to get close to you right away, nothing good will happen.

"Hahahaha, Hunter Cole is really straightforward."

Cole remained silent and didn't speak.

The person on the other side laughed for a while, and then got down to business as if nothing had happened.

"It's like this. I want to arrange the assessment for Hunter Cole to be promoted to A-level. What time is convenient for you recently?"

"A-level assessment?"

Cole frowned slightly, feeling increasingly uneasy.

"President Harry, if I remember correctly, I became a D-level hunter not long ago. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to jump to level 3 at this time?"

"Hunter Cole, I won't beat around the bush. I want to assign you to perform a mission. Promotion to A-level is just a matter of convenience."

"..."

A task directly entrusted by the president? Cole could imagine how dangerous it was with his toes, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Isn't it appropriate for me to perform this kind of task?"

"The A-level and S-level hunters in the association are either on other missions, or they are too far away to come back. I have no choice but to find you, Hunter Cole."

Harry's tone was very serious, as if Cole didn't answer, the world would be destroyed because of him.

But who is Cole? For a man who has experienced CPU all year round, this little trick cannot scare him at all.

"Sorry, I still want to refuse."

"..."

"What if I say the reward is a billion?"

“I think it’s me who has to contribute to the association.”

Cole braked and stopped the car on the side of the road. He wanted to hear what this billion-dollar mission was about!

"Cough cough..."

Harry coughed twice in embarrassment. I told you earlier that you would do this. Why did I talk so much nonsense to you before?

"It's to hunt down a gourmet criminal. He once massacred a three-star restaurant because he didn't pay for the meal. No one was spared from top to bottom."

Harry's tone was serious, but Cole felt a little confused.

"You mean, the other party killed an entire restaurant just to run an order?"

"..."

"Yes."

wdf? !

Has the world become this crazy?

"We have news that the other party has just entered the food city. The police have locked his location, but there is no high-end station, and they dare not act rashly, so we need you, Cole Hunter."

"No problem, President. If you had said that you would catch the criminal, I wouldn't have talked to you so much here. Please send me your mobile phone location and I will go there now."

"..."

"Ok."

Harry looked at the hung up phone. It was clear that the matter was done, but why did he feel so unhappy?