In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

Because of the drunken adults' orders (acting like a baby) the night before, I woke up early the next day and prepared a rich breakfast.

There was a sound behind me, I turned around, and a messy, wet short orange hair first appeared in my sight.

Below is Master Nakaya's dripping face. The baby fat that could be seen at the age of 15 has faded, and the handsome outline is beginning to emerge.He didn't wipe his hair properly when he saw it, and water droplets kept dripping down the side of his face.

"Chuya-sama's hair... seems to be a little longer than before." I said suddenly.

Chuya-sama moved his eyes from the breakfast to me, probably wondering why I said that suddenly.

In fact, I didn't know it myself, I just blurted it out like that.This is not so normal for me. After all, no matter what I think, I usually carry it out in my heart, and there are very few words that I actually say. It is rare to blurt out like this.

However, for Kamikoya-sama, no matter what the behavior is, it seems that there is a possibility that it is unreasonable.

He lifted a strand of hair on the side of his face, and said, "Oh, it's a bit long... In other words, you've been following me since I entered Hong Kong, right, although it was very inconspicuous at first."

Indeed. At the age of 15, Nakaya-sama just entered Hong Kong and Heroes, and started under Ozaki Momiji's cadre, and I was arranged to be incorporated into Nakaya-sama's personal team there.

Although Mr. Chuya still nominally belongs to the team directly under Hongye cadres, but because of his quasi-cadre qualifications and the recent "Double Black" title, he already has the prototype of his own team directly under him.

Thinking about it this way, there is actually a kind of subtle relief of "my family has a son who has just grown up".

Although the hair has grown a bit, the hairstyle is still the same as before. The hair on the left side is thrown back, revealing a piece of fair skin scattered in the orange hair.

The color of the hair is a very bright and dazzling bright orange, which is very reminiscent of summer oranges, full of juice, cool and thorough.

Perhaps it is this kind of soul that still shines even in the dark, which makes Dazai-san dislike him.

Thinking of Mr. Dazai, who was completely dark both physically and mentally, and who was the same age as Mr. Chuya but was completely unlikable, I curled my lips extremely slightly.

This is already the most disdainful expression that can be shown on my face.

"Hey, you!"

Chuya-sama's shout brought me back to my senses.

"What's the matter, Chuya-sama?"

He was a little helpless, "You still ask me what's wrong... I'm talking to you, you should answer me anyway, you have no expression on your face, and you don't like to talk, but you think too much about it in your mind? Don't be too obvious."

I subconsciously apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Chuya."

"I have followed you since you entered Hong Kong and Hei, and it is indeed inconspicuous. You are right." I added.

Mr. Chuya was not happy on the contrary: "You can refute a little bit!"

I frowned and pondered, "But that's really what I am, isn't it? I have average physical skills, average marksmanship, no supernatural powers, just an ordinary member of Hong Kong gangsters."

Chuya-sama paused for a moment, as if he was persuaded by me.

After a while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It's okay, you won't die, you are already much stronger than others."

I don't think this is consolation, Mr. Chuya.

In fact, I have never cared what other people think of me—because people don’t look at me at all—but finally I have a Nakaya-sama who can get close to me.

Even I am a little bit reconciled.

Work harder next time you practice. I used to use it as a check-in training, so I didn't take it to heart at all.

That's right, with more training, I don't want to be better than Chuya-sama - that's basically impossible, as long as I'm better than most of Chuya-sama's subordinates, I will win.

I secretly made up my mind.

When my eyes shifted to that head of hair again, I suggested: "When you get older, you can try to grow your hair longer, right?"

"why?"

I just said: "I feel that slightly longer hair is more in line with your temperament."

For a petite boy like Nakaya-sama, with a handsome and delicate appearance, is it just right to have medium-length hair?Fashion degree MAX.

Don’t think I’m a big man who combs his hair back every day. Because of Chuya-sama, I have carefully studied the handsome guys in the entertainment industry and men’s fashion magazines—in case you want to refer to my opinion on the choice of clothing and hairstyle, you must always Plan ahead.

When I think of something in Chuya-sama because of me, I feel like I can lift the corner of my mouth by a centimeter.In particular, there is an ancient romantic vow of "hair knotting" in the hair. If it is because I grow it long, it will be worth it in this life. (make a fist)

Breakfast is ready.

Compared to last time when only sandwiches and omelettes were available, this time I prepared a lot more decently.

Freshly steamed meat buns and vegetarian buns with soft taste, one bite size.The same sliced ​​ham and egg rolls, boiled thick millet pumpkin porridge.

Although there are not many tricks, there are enough preparations for adult men over 1.8 meters and underage boys with long bodies.

Mr. Chuya held the bowl and chopsticks obediently, and asked, "Is this breakfast a custom in your family?"

I shook my head: "It's Chinese breakfast. I like this ancient country with 5000 years of culture very much. There is a saying that people depend on food first, which is in line with my life creed, and her people have indeed done this. If they really know how to do it , The breakfasts from all over the world will not be the same for a month. It's a pity that I can only scratch the surface."

Mr. Chuya gave me a dull look, and muttered in a low voice: "I really like to eat... I actually said such a long list."

I heard it, Chuya-sama.

I do take three meals a day seriously though, and I can say a lot about eating.

Before I joined Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, when I was wandering, I once met a female high school student who loved to eat ramen.I love ramen so much that I can eat ramen for three meals a day.

The other party is also a little girl who doesn't talk much, but she can talk eloquently when it comes to ramen.By chance, I met her at several ramen shops and marveled at her love for ramen.

But she still has a different philosophy than mine.

I advocate three meals a day with balanced nutrition and a combination of meat and vegetables. Breakfast is rich but small in quantity. Two dishes, one soup and one staple food are best for lunch. Dinner can be eaten in moderation.Moreover, another point is to try not to repeat it, even if you like to eat, you can't eat it continuously and without restraint.

Mr. Chuya probed: "But it's really rich, obviously the sandwiches like that day are enough, and there are so many more."

"Eating only sandwiches is not nutritionally balanced." I disagree.

Moreover, as expected, the other party forgot everything about being drunk.

I said with a narrow mind: "Yesterday, when I got drunk, Mr. Zhongye acted like a baby and said that he wanted to eat the breakfast I made, so I got up early and prepared more."

"Huh?——huh?!" Sure enough, Mr. Chuya's cheeks were blushed quickly, and he retorted in disbelief: "How is that possible?! What are you acting like, how can I do such a thing!!"

I ruthlessly broke his expectations: "After getting drunk yesterday, Mr. Chuya not only called me Ah Jun, but also said in front of his colleagues that he wanted to eat the breakfast I made. Even I felt a little embarrassed."

"Chuya-sama who is acting like a baby is so cute."

Hey, such a well-read tone does not fully reflect the rich emotions in it.Tsk, at this moment, I am a little annoyed at why I am so emotionless, and it is not convincing to say that I am cute.

But although there are shortcomings, this is enough to deal with the very - easily shy Chuya-sama.

After listening to my words, he fell into a daze, his face was flushed, cobalt blue with over-excited water vapor, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, and he choked out a sentence from embarrassment:

"Subordinates are not allowed to laugh at their bosses!!"

Cute, and the look of being angry and angry is also cute.

I explained seriously: "I didn't mean to laugh at you. Rather, I like the intimacy you express and the way you address me, and I'm even flattered."

Master Chuya was still muttering and repeating: "Impossible, impossible, impossible, how could I do such a thing..."

Hearing my words, he took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down: "Yes, what's so good about it? I'm flattered. As my deputy, isn't it a matter of course that you are trusted by me?"

"Anyway, that's it, let's eat."

Without reminding the other party that we are on the same arm and foot, I put the breakfast on the table and said lovingly: "Indeed, let's eat, Mr. Chuya, it's getting cold."

Facing Mr. Chuya, my mentality can always switch seamlessly between the old father and the old hooligan.

Mr. Chuya still had a shy blush on his face, like a ray of wandering spirit, sitting at the table, and began to chew mechanically again.

I was frustrated, and I forgot again. I shouldn't tease too much before eating, which is not conducive to digestion.