[JOJO] Cream Risotto

Sometimes Italian companies are quite efficient in handling affairs. For example, when I sent an email at night, a worker came to the door early the next morning and rang my doorbell with the door lock I reserved.

The credibility of this company is still guaranteed. I don’t have to worry about any staff member coming to my house in the middle of the night after changing the locks, but his workers are like most taxi drivers in Naples. They just want to see me as a foreigner. Earn some extra money—but this time, it was obviously not the same batch of workers as last time, but after entering my house, they changed their attitude at the beginning, and finished the work respectfully and quickly, without asking for a penny of tips, and paying the bill just left.

...Could it be that a senior warned them in advance that I am a beautiful girl who can tear down walls with bare hands and can't be bullied?

I looked at their backs and tilted my head in doubt, feeling that life had lost some fun.

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Great, the taxi driver lived up to my painstaking efforts to take a taxi to the restaurant, and charged me five times the price at the time of checkout. I was so happy that I smashed his steering wheel and dashboard.

Then he cried and begged me to let him go and not smash him like a dashboard.

Ah——I am in a good mood, as refreshed as if I put on a new pantyhose for the New Year——

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The kid who came to look for Bugarati yesterday is sitting at the same table with him, and Fugo is also there. I carefully sat at the farthest seat from him and looked through the menu.Considering that so many people were there, I decided to give up the squid ink risotto, which would ruin my image, for a mushroom cream risotto.

"I met you last week, are you on the team too?" the new boy asked me with interest.

"No, I'm Bugarati's friend and the new owner of this restaurant." I held out my hand to him, "My name is Kujo Kuma, it seems that you have successfully joined the team of Bugarati, congratulations .”

"Thank you!"

After chatting for a while, I found out that this boy named Naranja was only 15 years old, but for some reason he didn't finish primary school, so Bugarati asked Fugo to teach him.

"It's really hard." I avoided Fuge's sight, raised my hand and scratched my head, "Fuge, don't look at me like that, I don't hate you, I really just... can't help it."

The corner of Bugarati's mouth twitched: "Mu Zhen, this word can't be used like this."

"That's involuntary, uncontrollable, conditioned reflex, in short, I didn't mean it."

Bugarati, who always loves all kinds of worries, sighed, looked at Fuge and then at me: "Well, don't you want to find some books? Let Fuge take you to the bookstore and spend more time with him You might not be reflexive anymore."

I swallowed a mouthful of rice with difficulty, and suddenly felt that the delicious creamy risotto in my mouth had lost its taste.

"Okay, okay."

I lowered my head aggrievedly.

"Buggarati, whatever you say is what you say."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Nalanja winking at Fuge crazily, but Fuge didn't seem to understand, so Nalanja covered his mouth and whispered: "Why does it feel like Bugarati is forcing her to marry you?"

Cranky Fogo rolled his eyes.

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What kind of experience is it like to walk side by side with Fuge on the street?

It's just horrible!As long as I approach him at a safe distance of more than half a meter, I feel my ribs ache.I also felt this kind of pain on the night when my brother fought against a hundred-year-old vampire. It can be regarded as a brother and sister who are half a world away.And now, I experience this kind of feeling that makes me invincible only feel creepy.

I don’t know if my brother from far away will feel the same way with me...well, I don’t think it’s possible.

"Miss Kongtiao... If you really can't get along, don't force yourself." Fuge distanced himself from me with a subtle expression.

I immediately got goose bumps all over my body, and smiled miserably at him: "I'm sorry."

"...It's okay, it just means that the enemy has had too much influence on you." Fugo pointed to the shop beside him, "I'll wait for you right here."

I nodded and quickly entered the store. After asking the store owner where the computer-related imported books were, I picked out a stack of helpful books as quickly as possible, and asked the boss to send them to my home after payment. Go, and then go back half a meter away from Fugo.

To be honest, Fuge's ripped suit...is somewhat similar to the net shirt I got yesterday?I don't know if buying a net shirt of the same style as a gift to Fuge can be regarded as an apology for all kinds of rudeness during this period.

"Any other plans?" Fugo, who was entrusted by Bugarati to lead me the way, asked intimately.

"...Actually, I still want to buy some wine to go back." I glanced at him carefully, "You can just send me to the door of the store, you are still a minor after all."

This time Fuge shook his head: "If you want wine, I'll buy it for you."

"Eh?"

"Although I still found it incredible when I heard Bugarati talking about it yesterday, I think it would be better for Miss Kongtiao to know more about it. After all, I will live in Naples for four years." Fugo looked at Naranja. Looking at me lovingly, "This country is different from Japan. There is a gang outside the law enforcement agencies that controls the entire country."

I nodded in a daze.

So... what does this have to do with him buying alcohol for me as a minor?

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As a result, Fuge bought the wine I wanted very smoothly.

He didn't say much, so I didn't ask too much. After all, everyone has their own little secret... Maybe the boss of the wine seller was shocked by the hollowed-out suit, and couldn't tell Fuge's age for a while?

How about I wear a net suit tomorrow and try it on the street?

Hiss—I'm afraid it wasn't my brother who wanted to find me along the network cable and hit me.

But maybe Risout likes it?

Tsk, sure enough, try it, the net clothes at home smell like laundry detergent, so they should be clean.The robber seemed to be about the same age as me, and he seemed to be about the same size as me. I could probably wear his clothes.

...What the hell is this young and beautiful girl thinking about.

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I was carrying two bags of wine and counting alcohol, and walked home like I was carrying a suitcase last night.

I didn't let Fugo take me home. It was my limit to go back to the restaurant with him. To be honest, I was almost exhausted.Although I feel that spending the afternoon alone with him has made me a little less conditioned to him, at least I can talk to him eye to eye now, but I still get goosebumps and tense muscles unconsciously.

It's really good if you don't fight.

In the end, someone really approached me to provoke trouble when I couldn't suppress my inner burst.

At first glance, I thought it was Risut’s roommate Melon. After all, that person felt like a pervert when he licked his lips, but after thinking about it, Melon was a little taller than me. My height of 1.7 meters is zero even in Italy. Not to mention short.But this white-purple-haired man with his hands on my shoulders, who looked like he had drunk too much in the evening, was much taller than me.

He must be 1.8 meters five, or even taller.

But I didn't knock him down the first time.

Because he put his hands on my shoulders not to insult me ​​or invite me to some strange place, but simply put his hands on my shoulders with his eyes covered.

He is crying.

The author has something to say:

·You thought it was Meloni, but it was actually me Apache x

Fuge thought that the hint was in place, but Sister Cream didn't think about that at all hahh

·Code [-] characters a day, I might be scrapping [Soul spits out]