[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

After thinking about it again and again, in order to show respect to Mr. Nairu, I had no choice but to put down this piece of sweet and sour meat that I had been coveting for a long time and was almost about to be sent into my mouth. I raised my head and looked in the direction of Mr. Nairu, politely He asked calmly: "There is the last piece left, Mr. Naru, do you want to eat?"

I don't know if my sudden interruption interrupted the confrontation between these two people. All in all, the atmosphere at the scene eased a little.Mr. Naru glanced at me, then looked at the last solitary sweet and sour pork on the dinner plate, and the disgust flashed in his eyes.

Yes, that's right, Mr. Naru is exactly the kind of setting that won't leave others.

Sensitively capturing the change in the other person's expression, I seized the opportunity and said, "Ah, in this case, I have no choice but to..."

This trick is really clever to use retreat as an advance.I couldn't help applauding myself in my heart. On the surface, I made a concession in order to take care of Mr. Naru, but in fact, I have a deep understanding of the character of the other party, and I know exactly how he will react—very good, this last piece of grunt Meat is already in my pocket! !

However, at this moment, Mr. Nairu made a move that I didn't expect - he walked up to me, bent down, took the chopsticks from my hand without saying a word, and picked them up skillfully. The last piece of sweet and sour pork was sent into his mouth.

I watched him chew a few times, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.The last piece of sweet and sour pork also completely disappeared.

I:"……"

Failed.

My mood suddenly became inexplicably heavy. I remembered something at this moment, and I reacted belatedly. I stared straight at Mr. Naru who was close at hand, and reminded him: "Sorry, Naru-san, you are using the chopsticks I used just now..."

"Yes, what's the matter?" Mr. Naru nodded and raised his eyebrows at me, "Is there any problem?"

I paused, carefully considered my words, and said slowly: "Maybe it's not a big problem for Mr. Naru, but for me, this..."

It's kind of disgusting, I don't like other people touching my things, and I don't like touching things that other people have used.This is common sense of hygiene that even a three-year-old child knows. After all, many diseases are transmitted through saliva-of course this does not mean that I am sick.

Mr. Naru listened calmly, and then the two chopsticks turned very quickly on Mr. Naru's fingers, drawing a beautiful and dangerous arc.

I immediately shut up.

Careless.If I knew it, I shouldn't have taught Mr. Naru how to use chopsticks.

Mr. Naru looked at me several times with a scrutinizing gaze, with a satisfied look on his face.The indifference on his body, which seemed to be mixed with ice and snow, finally subsided a little—although he still seemed to be repelling people thousands of miles away—he looked back to the wind and said, "I will consider your invitation..."

While dragging his tail, he tapped the edge of the dinner plate lightly with the chopsticks in his hand.With a crisp voice, his next words followed: "But today is not a good time."

Feng didn't speak, and didn't respond. He just looked at me with slightly puzzled eyes—Mr. Nailu spoke too fast, and he couldn't quite understand it.

I had to translate it to him in a low voice.

Mr. Naru looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at a young man who had the guts to collude with outsiders under his nose.

Feng finally came to his senses, and he politely said to Mr. Nailu, "Sorry for disturbing me."

"In that case..." Feng shifted his gentle eyes to me, and then smiled at me, his gaze was like water, and the smile on his face was like running water, slowly trickling into my eyes.He opened his mouth and said to me: "Then I will take my leave first. Goodbye."

I shook my head, and for a brief moment, I thought it was another person smiling at me—but after thinking about it, I realized that this was absolutely impossible.I said slowly, "Oh...bye."

It wasn't until I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Feng left here and his back disappeared at the door, that I took my eyes back leisurely.

...In the blink of an eye, I saw Mr. Naru's cold face.

"I don't like strangers appearing in this place." Mr. Nairu spoke in his usual lukewarm voice, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Didn't your parents teach you that you should be alone?" Don't open the door to strangers when you are at home?"

"Well, that's not true," I thought for a while and replied seriously, "My parents died early."

Mr. Naru: "..."

Mr. Nairu simply changed the subject: "Who is that weird Chinese man?"

While packing up the tableware, I told Mr. Feng's name and origin one by one.After listening, Mr. Naru said casually: "Oh? It seems that you get along very well."

"Yes. Because he treats people as kindly as his son, speaks nicely, and can cook," I blinked, and said subtly and restrainedly, "and the face is also my favorite type."

Mr. Naru sneered, as if he didn't agree with my words: "Is that so? All Asians look alike in my eyes."

"It's such a pity, Mr. Naru," I said with firm eyes and a firm tone, "That's a face that can be a school girl!"

Mr. Naru: "..."

After a lot of busy work, I finally cleaned the dining room and kitchen.Mr. Feng cleaned up the place earlier, and the follow-up work is not too troublesome.I opened the refrigerator, looked at the various ingredients neatly displayed inside, then half-lyed on the edge of the kitchen door, leaned out half of my body, and looked at Mr. Naru who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Mr. Naru, would you like some soup?" I asked.

Mr. Naru turned his head, glanced at me, and said, "Soup?"

I nodded and continued, "If you want to drink, I can do it tomorrow." At this point, I couldn't help but spread my palm, glanced at it, and then tightly grasped it into a fist. With a serious expression, he said: "I think that after this day of tempering, I have successfully awakened the racial talent sleeping in my body. Please witness it with your own eyes, Mr. Naru."

"Okay," Mr. Naru slightly turned his face, meaning to do whatever I want. He has never been very concerned about this kind of thing, and reminded me, "If you don't know how to blow up the kitchen seven times with No.20 If it falls."

"Don't worry, it's impossible," I said confidently, "Mr. Feng taught me personally for a long time today."

Mr. Naru: "..."

"...Thank you, but there's no need," Mr. Naru suddenly changed his words, and his attitude became colder, "I'm not interested in what you make. Don't bother."

I tilted my head: "...?"

Although Mr. Naru's temperament has always been capricious, but today feels particularly strange.

I couldn't help but guess secretly in my heart, is it because of the menstrual period?

This obviously wild guess has a bit or two of truth, because Mr. Naru returned to normal after a while—as if the menstrual period had passed—he prepared a new identity certificate for me, Qin Corleone is my new name.

Immediately afterwards, he used this forged ID to complete the enrollment procedures for me, and threw me into the mafia school like packing up and cleaning up the garbage at home.

"I don't want to raise an illiterate in vain," Mr. Nairu said.

The courses at the mafia school were indeed very difficult for me, a half-ordained monk. The language courses alone were enough to make me feel tricky.I can manage Chinese, English and Russian, but French, Arabic and Spanish have to be learned from scratch-and this is helped by Squalo, who is much younger than me.Dull also enthusiastically helped me find a lot of teaching materials.

In addition, the heirs of the famous families in the mafia school also troubled me.

Since I spent most of my time in mafia school, I spent less time at home.And seeing Mr. Feng again, it was already some time later.

This weekend, I just came back from Tull's tutoring, and I saw Feng in a red Tang suit and another Italian man with a strange appearance standing at the door of the apartment.

It seems that "confrontation" is not an accurate description, it is more like the Italian man is pestering Mr. Feng unilaterally.

I walked over along the way, just as Feng caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye, there was a look of relief on that handsome face.Before he could speak, I asked him knowingly: "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Feng?"

Feng stated it concisely. The general situation was that he saw this Italian man being beaten by some gangsters in the alley, so he helped him out of good intentions, but he didn't want to be entangled all the way here.

"...I don't quite understand what he wants to do." Feng said, his eyes were puzzled and his face was puzzled.

I said "oh" and said briefly: "I probably want to pick you up, Mr. Feng."

wind:"……"

I said sincerely: "There are many homosexuals in Italy. Please protect yourself when a man is walking on the road, Mr. Feng."

"...Okay," Feng couldn't help touching his forehead, as if his conservative world view had suffered some kind of severe cultural shock, "Can you please help me...to reject him?"

Expressionlessly, I rejected this Italian man’s date request for Mr. Feng’s various excuses to repay his kindness. With an expression of "I'm sorry I'm not gay anymore, I can be a pretty girl too".

Me: "No, you can't."

After dismissing the other party with a strong attitude, I saw Mr. Feng looking at me with a helpless expression on his face.He said, "Thank you, it seems that this time I have troubled you again..."

"It's okay." I shook my head and asked by the way, "Are you still not proficient in Italian?"

Hearing this, Mr. Feng gently put his right hand to his mouth, coughed lightly, and the expression on his face became even more helpless: "Well...there will always be various difficulties on the way to study."

I clapped the thick language textbooks on my hands and said, "Then you may need a teacher."

"...That's true," Feng glanced at me and said with a smile, "Is there a tuition fee?"

"Of course." I replied, followed by a hint with my eyes.

"..." Feng understood my hint, the smile on his face deepened, and he guessed, "A sweet and sour pork?"

I shook my head.

"Prices have gone up," I said solemnly, starting to raise the price. "Two copies."

The author has something to say: I went out to eat hot pot with Ji You today

Living on Douban Weibo again and eating melons for a day

When I got home, my younger brother began to code. After making up the update, I felt a little bald again.

After finishing Master Feng, let's go to Furry! ! !Do it! ! ! !

………… As for Naru, who is that? [Hey, thank you for the little angel who voted for me to overlord or irrigate the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: Li Ge, Uncle Jia, Zhiyan, Baji Peter Pan;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

50 bottles of eucalyptus; 10 bottles of tea leaves of eucalyptus, zero, and round square; 6 bottles of Yafeng; 1 bottle of bird in a cage;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!