pure love tyrant

Ordinary after school.

After getting off the school bus, Hui didn't go home directly, but strolled nearby.

His eyes swept across the streets and shops, trying to find that familiar figure among the crowd.

However, he was disappointed.

Hui pursed his lips.

The expression could not be described as lost.

Take out the key and open the door.

Then--

The person he was looking for was standing in the small kitchen of the rental house.

"Searching?"

Why are you here?

"Good afternoon, Kei. I'm interrupting again!"

The woman who was shaking the pot turned her head and smiled at the little boy, then turned her gaze back to the food.

"It's ok."

The little boy replied, with a lightness in his tone that he didn't even notice.

"I don't have a kitchen in my rented house. Mr. Shier agreed to let me borrow it, on the condition that I make your share."

Xun explained why he was here.

"Mr. Shi Er is very concerned about Hui, he just ordered a takeaway."

Hui glanced at the smelly father with some surprise, and saw that the black-haired man leaning on the sofa was staring intently at the galloping horse on the TV, without even giving his son half a look.

"..."

No, he just thought it was easy.

Hui, who knows the virtues of the stinky dad very well, complained silently.

"What did you do? Search."

Hui put down her schoolbag, moved closer to the stove, and looked into the pot.

The aroma in the air made the little boy a little greedy.

"Ginger burn! I remember Kei said she likes it, right?"

"No! This is it!"

Hui's tone suddenly became excited.

good!Can!like! !

Hiroshi who was so heartbroken by the super cute little boy, decided to make delicious food that would make Hui feel happy!

Otherwise, I'm so sorry for this cuteness!

Looking at the inexplicably burning Xun, a question mark slowly rose above Hui's head.

?

What's wrong?

"Awaited--"

The sumptuous food was put on the table, three dishes and one soup, meat, eggs and vegetables, with balanced nutrition.

Hui restrained himself and didn't show any eagerness, but the longing in his wide-open eyes almost showed what the little boy was thinking at the moment.

I want to eat!

Xun handed Hui a pair of chopsticks: "I've made a lot, go and eat."

Then he picked up a bento box and walked towards the entrance.

"Xun, don't you want to eat together?"

"I'm just borrowing the kitchen..."

Seeing the little boy's pleading gaze, Hiroshi surrendered.

"Alright alright."

Putting the bento box on the table, Xun sat next to Hui, and put a chopstick of meat in his bowl: "Eat, I will accompany you."

"Ok!"

Only then did the little boy lift up the small spoon and buried himself in the meal.

The man who finished watching Marseilles turned off the TV and looked at the table.

"It looks fine."

He unceremoniously picked up a large piece of meat covered in sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, it's alright."

Then, pick up the second piece.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

"Hungry again."

"..."

Why can the smelly dad be so shameless?

Shi Er ate quickly, chopstick after chopstick.

Seeing that her favorite ginger roast was about to bottom out, Hui had no other ideas, and quickly scooped up two pieces of meat for herself with a small spoon.

"Mr. Shier, would you like a bowl of rice?"

As Xun asked, he actually got up to serve the meal.

"And miso."

The black-haired man commanded without hesitation.

"Hey, I got it."

The man who opened his mouth to eat wiped out all the food on the table in the blink of an eye, leaving only two pieces of meat in Hui's bowl.

Hui pursed his mouth aggrievedly, stared hard at his stinky dad, and complained silently——

That's my meal my meal my meal my meal! ! !

"Who told you to eat slowly."

"...!!!"

The little boy with the head of a sea urchin almost cried in anger.

"oops."

He looked at the empty plate, and then at the father and son who were fighting each other through the air.

Mainly Hui, Mr. Shi Er didn't respond at all.

Mr. Shier really likes teasing...

Let's appease the kids first.

"Hui, don't be angry. I still have the materials, so I'll just do some more. Wait a little longer, is that okay?"

"……Um."

Xun looked at the dark-haired adult disapprovingly.

"Mr. Shier wants to eat and say it, why do you have to grab the favor?"

"what."

The man looking at the phone uttered an unintelligible monotone.

He looked like he didn't know if he listened or not.

"Humph!"

A cold snort was the boy's greatest protest to his father.

It's a pity that this is not painful or itchy for Shier.

"Little devil."

Out of anger, Hui ran to Xun's side, tugged at the hem of Xun's clothes, motioned her to bend down, and whispered in her ear what she didn't want her stinky dad to know.

"Look for me to tell you..."

While cooking, the woman leaned her waist halfway, listening to the child's words, and nodding her head in agreement from time to time.

The halo of warm colors in the kitchen makes everything hazy and unreal.

There used to be such a woman standing in the kitchen, talking about something while cooking.

"Shir..."

"Mr. Shir!"

A plate of delicious stir-fried beef was placed in front of the dazed man.

Xun smiled brightly: "Please use——"

Shi'er looked up at her, his expressionless expression full of oppression.

Unaffected at all, Xun frowned in confusion: "Mr. Shier doesn't like beef? Then I'll change it to pork..."

"No need."

Shi Er lowered his eyes, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The fresh and delicious food entered the mouth, and the man's movements became visibly quicker.

Just the same expressionless face.

Xun blinked, not sure what was going on with Mr. Shi Er at this time, so he poked Hui who was buried in cooking beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"Hui, look—"

Your dad looks weird!

"?"

In Hui's eyes, the current stinky dad is no different from the usual stinky dad.

It's all that stinky face with the corners of the mouth down.

Different.

Xun rejected Hui's judgment in his heart.

Mr. Scheer's beautiful green eyes are empty, like—

The self after knowing the news of Qiu's death.

Find that feeling.

Her throat was filled with a taste that was more bitter than herbs, and tears kept gushing from her eyes, no matter how much she rubbed it, it didn't work.

What did she think at that time?

——What wish do you have?

—I want to see him again.

! !

Find a spirit.

Got it!

After searching for a long time in the messenger bag I carried with me, I found a lemon yellow balloon.

The balloon is deflated, and magically puffs up as soon as it leaves the messenger bag.

Tie the balloon to the leg of the table, and secretly told Hui: "Don't untie it until tomorrow morning, okay?"

Hui's eyeballs rolled, and his eyes lit up: "Is it magic again? Magic balloon?"

Xun smiled and nodded.

"It's a magic balloon that makes people happy."