[JOJO] Cream Risotto

"Hey - isn't that blond guy here today?"

After entering the restaurant, I looked around for a while, and after confirming that Fugo was not there, I sat down at the table where they often sat, opened the menu and prepared to order.

Bugarati's expression was indescribable: "Is he really so similar to your so-what, the enemy who killed your great-grandfather?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen that guy in person, but only a few photos. Grandpa said that guy did all kinds of crimes by burning, killing and looting. He not only burned all his great-grandfather's property, killed him on the boat, but also blew up the boat. I insisted on being buried underwater with him—but that guy was actually a vampire who survived underwater for 100 years and merged himself with my great-great-grandfather’s corpse, in turn cursing our family for being ashamed of Him." I curled my lips in disgust, "As a result, my mother had a high fever for several days, and it wasn't until my brother and grandpa found him and blew his head off that the grievances were settled."

"Really, when you like my great-great-grandfather at the beginning, don't be so arrogant and say you hate him. You don't jump out until he gets married and his wife is pregnant and say that he has failed you and wants to die with him. This is not so much arrogance. It's better to say it's sick."

Bugarati didn't comment on this, and I didn't want to hear what he said, just complaining. After all, these things can't be said to family members. The last brother Dianming who heard me say this was stunned. My seriously injured body threw me out of the window of the third-floor ward.

You know, I was only seven years old that year.

...Although I have been invincible since I was a child, I can't fall and get injured.

"Have you decided what to eat?"

I nodded, looked at the waiter who was called by Bugarati, and ordered in a comfortable mood: "Seafood cream risotto."

Every time I say the word cream risotto, I can't help but my heart beats faster. Although this is just the name of the dish, it always reminds me of a very erotic picture——

"I've been eating creamy risotto recently," Bugarati casually mentioned, "Mu really likes this kind of food."

"Yes, I like it very much."

Because of this kind of cuisine, it happens that I and that person's name can be integrated into one.

This can be regarded as a little bit of fun as a crush, right?

·

While waiting for the food to arrive on the table, I finally remembered that I didn't want to find Bucciarati to complain about some blonde vampire, but because of today's bad experience.Except for the taxi driver who was inexplicably frightened by me, being robbed of my mobile phone early in the morning or almost stealing my wallet in the afternoon is nothing to be happy about.

"You remember what I told you. In April, my brother and I went to see our little uncle. That kid is two years younger than me, but I have to be inferior."

I sighed brightly and sadly.

Although I really want to say it, I still like that kid Dongsuke Jousuke, especially his Q bomb hairstyle.People are also very sweet and innocent, and they will blow up if you tease them a little bit.Now I still keep his contact information and call him at least once a week. I can talk to him about some things that I can’t tell my brother, such as my short crush experience.

"Just now, I was surprised to find that I may have a little uncle who is a few years younger than me!"

Although it's just a birthmark, it doesn't mean anything, but with the face similar to my brother's and the operation of stealing my wallet, it's definitely another illegitimate child of my grandfather!

Bugarati's expression was very colorful for a moment. From his face, I could clearly see the words "I don't understand you rich people very well", but soon, he adjusted his expression and tried to comfort me: " It is understandable for the founder of the consortium to leave a few more heirs, didn't you say that your brother didn't want to inherit your family's property, maybe it was for..."

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes: "Then it doesn't mean that my grandfather doesn't know about it? My two little uncles have stolen money from their own family. What kind of life is this? When I think of my Owning an island at the age of ten, owning three resorts at the age of 14, and getting 20.00% of the company's shares, I can't help being mad at the kid who stole money from me."

Not being able to be angry is the thing that annoys me the most!

Bugarati: "...Oh."

"So I want to ask you something."

I seriously put my hands on Bugarati's shoulders, I could feel his muscles tense suddenly, but soon he relaxed, and turned to look at me tenderly and helplessly.

"Do you want to find your little uncle?"

"Don't call him little uncle, he's only twelve or thirteen years old / But I really want to find him, as soon as possible, preferably today."

Bugarati frowned: "Are you in such a hurry? Could it be your home—"

"...because he took my house key."

Bugarati: "...Oh."

·

The delicious creamy risotto was delivered quickly, and I ordered another tiramisu as dessert, picked up the spoon and said "I'm starting" out of habit.

Buccarati didn't order, probably because it wasn't time for dinner, but I was so hungry that I was in the hospital all day, so I ate half of the meal in a few bites, and then looked up at the always-looking man. Buccarati looking at his daughter's expression.

"Speaking of which, what is your job, Bugarati? Is it the house of masters?"

He froze for a moment, and asked very puzzled, "Don't you know?"

I tilted my head blankly: "Huh?"

Why would I know, obviously he never said it...

I reflected on what had happened in the month since I'd known him, and it dawned on me.

"I understand," I clenched my right fist and tapped the palm of my left hand, "Bugalati, you are doing social assistance, right?"

Bugarati:?

"Why do you show such a puzzled expression? Last week, that kid said that you paid for his eyes to be healed, and he also said that he would join you... Isn't it?"

Just as I was talking, the kid I mentioned just now appeared at the door of the restaurant. He quickly locked on Bugarati and walked towards us.

·

I think my perception of Italy may be a little biased.

In other words, my perception of Buccarati may have some deviations.

After the kid whose name I don't know yet entered the restaurant, Fugo walked in right after him.I'm really...not afraid or disgusted with Fugo, but just getting closer to him makes me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly finished the risotto and dessert, and prepared to run away first.

Let’s talk about the key or not. Bugarati said that he would help me keep an eye on the Asian-faced children. I believe what he said very much, but I guess I can only find a hotel for the night today.

After all, the spare keys of the properties under my name are also kept in my house, and everything that cannot be entered into the house is too big.

Then when I went to pay the bill, I saw Buccarati's rare angry expression from a distance. Although he didn't speak loudly, that expression looked like he was about to violently hit someone, and the target was the child.

"How come?" I muttered softly.

The waiter who collected the money peeked over there, and explained to me in a low voice: "Boss, Mr. Bugarati doesn't want that kid to join."

I couldn't help wondering: "Why? Isn't it a good thing to join?"

"Following Mr. Bugarati is indeed a good thing, but Mr. Bugarati may not think so. After all, this kind of work is dangerous and tiring... Well, the boss gives you change, but you don't have to pay every time , direct bookkeeping is also fine, anyway, this is your store."

"... Keeping the accounts will give me the illusion that I am eating a king's meal." I waved my hand and left the restaurant.

Indeed, work like social assistance is tiring and troublesome, but you shouldn't be so angry because a child wants to join it?