Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 272 Mingmei: Learning is useless
In the early morning, the old housekeeper lay down on the ground at the door, cleaning up the weeds and branches to prevent people from accidentally tripping when they went out.

The morning breeze blew the dew from the leaves and landed on the old housekeeper's head, wetting the white hair that had been styled.

He muttered in dissatisfaction, and carefully looked at his hair in the hand mirror he carried with him, to confirm that his image would not be too rude.

Not far away, a Rolls-Royce with tires covered in wet mud drove over, and the sound of breaking branches continued to sound.

"Master Fu Jiang." The old housekeeper quickly greeted him, wiped off the grass leaves and dirt on his hands with a handkerchief as he walked, and opened the car door for Fu Jiang.

"Well, it's hard work." Fu Jiang glanced at the handkerchief that the old housekeeper hadn't had time to put away.

Living in seclusion in the mountains, or a magical family, they cannot hire a large number of mediocre people like normal wealthy families.

So all the chores are basically handled by the old housekeeper.

Having lived in Hongzi's house for so long, he couldn't even figure out the old man's work and rest time.

It seems that 24 hours a day, he is always performing the duties of housekeeper and servant.

The old housekeeper took a few steps back, "Master Hongzi is still sleeping, Miss Miyano is helping the old servant prepare breakfast."

The old butler said with a smile.

As an old-fashioned old man who has lived in seclusion for centuries, he shouldn't have approved of a mortal who had nothing to do with magic to live in the mansion for a long time.

But Miyano Akemi is too sensible, with a sunny and self-cultivated personality, which not only relieves him of the burden, but also makes up for the same-sex friendship that Hongzi lacks.

So the old butler didn't complain at all.

"Okay, then I'll have breakfast first." Fu Jiang glanced at the grass leaves and wooden branches on the ground, "Shouldn't it be enough for Koizumi to clean up this simple chore with magic?"

For example, the gust of wind or something, directly blows away the weeds by their roots.

"Magic is such a convenient thing." The old butler shook his head helplessly.

Fu Jiang thought for a while, said nothing more, and walked into the mansion in silence.

He will probably never understand this sentence.

The so-called magic, in essence, is to use the right time, place and people, or some unique materials, to cast the ability of gods, ghosts and ghosts through specific spells.

As for Fu Jiang, he himself is one of the gods, ghosts, and ghosts, and he doesn't need it.

When Fu Jiang came to the restaurant, Ming Mei hadn't prepared breakfast yet.

I am busy in the tens of square meters of kitchen.

Fu Jiang poured himself a glass of juice, sat on the high-backed chair and waited for Mingmei to make a move before asking:
"Miss Miyano, are you satisfied with your life here?"

Only then did Mingmei notice Fu Jiang who was sitting at the dining table silently.

"Well, it's a life I never had." Minmei brought breakfast to the table.

"I thought that coming from a big city to a deep mountain would make you uncomfortable."

Fu Jiang put the freshly cooked breakfast into his mouth as if he didn't know hot and cold.

Mingmei stared at the smoking chopsticks in Fu Jiang's hands, and every time Fu Jiang put breakfast into his mouth, he took a breath of air.

It's as if Fu Jiang ate hot vegetables but scalded her.

"Huh?" Fu Jiang raised his eyelids.

Only then did Mingmei come back to her senses and answer Fu Jiang's question.

"Although it is a deep mountain, it is more free than a big city. I still remember that such a big city is surrounded by tall buildings and pedestrians come and go, but I can't breathe, and I can't even take a step." Feel."

Since Fu Jiang is still a member of the organization, she did not bluntly say that the organization puts too much pressure on her.

"Ah."

Fu Jiang seemed to just ask casually, didn't care about the answer, and concentrated on eating breakfast.

"By the way, how is the organization now? Although I have left the organization, um, that's where I used to work anyway."

Seeing that Fu Jiang didn't respond, Ming Mei hurriedly found something to say.

Tomie:?
Fu Jiang, who was hunched over and concentrated on eating, raised his head like a wild animal who suddenly heard the wind and grass.

Mingmei blinked continuously, hinting frantically.

"Shirley, she's doing well." Fu Jiang put the chopsticks on the plate.

"She has now transferred to work under me, and her salary has also changed. She now has no worries about food and clothing, and has someone to take care of her. She has also made some new friends. She is much younger."

Fu Jiang carefully explained the current situation of the employees to the family members of the employees.

"She was very young." The naive Mingmei argued for her sister.

"Yes, but younger now, like a child."

Fu Jiang's expression was blank, and his tone was simply stated.

But Mingmei obviously didn't notice this, she hummed for a while, and asked a little embarrassedly.

"Then, does she have more leisure time every day now?"

She has already started to miss her sister. If it was the past, she could still make a phone call.

But now, she is a dead person.

Calling rashly may not only scare his sister, but also expose the fact that he is not dead, thus implicating Fu Jiang.

"Perhaps because of the change of environment for her, she is more concerned about her work."

Fu Jiang took off his short hat and put it aside, "Recently, she always wants to stay up late to contribute more, and someone has to urge her to rest."

Hongzi, who came downstairs to eat, just rolled his eyes when he heard Fu Jiang's words.

The face is gone.

Fu Jiang's dead face can't fool her, she knows Fu Jiang too well.

As long as it sounds good, it must be false.

This is experience, which she summed up after countless lessons.

But Mingmei obviously doesn't have this experience, and she easily believes in the very trustworthy Fu Jiang.

"That's right, Zhibao is like this. She is willing to give everything for whoever treats her well."

As soon as she mentioned her sister, Mingmei's eyes became very soft, just like a mother looking at a baby.

From a certain point of view, there is really not much difference between Zhibao and her biological daughter.

Her parents are busy, busier than most people, and passively busy.

Because of this, Shirley took care of herself most of the time during her cub period.

"Two people who are willing to give everything for each other?"

Hongzi frowned, shook his head slightly but quickly, "You guys are so strange."

"Is it strange?" Mingmei looked at Hongzi helplessly as if looking at a younger sister, "I don't think it's strange."

"It's strange." Fu Jiang's tone was firm.

"Uh, is there?" Minmei scratched her cheek.

"Yes." Hongzi nodded generously and said, "If I were in your situation, I would leave Fu Jiang there and fend for myself."

She had already learned about her actual experience from Akemi Miyano.

"Heh, fantasies are always beautiful. You are lucky enough to expect that I will understand you and forgive you."

"But I won't." Fu Jiang pulled the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, "I will tell them that if I don't catch you, I won't study medicine until I die."

"Ah, isn't that..." Mingmei wasn't sure if it should be described as harming others, benefiting herself or perishing together, "then you all lost your freedom?"

"Yeah, after thinking about it carefully, I feel that it was a loss." Hongzi shrugged.

"Why don't we work together to see if we can get out." Fu Jiang took the words.

Mingmei was puzzled at first, but then gradually understood, "You two have such a good relationship."

Compared with being safe but being separated in two places and being used as a bargaining chip to control each other, Fu Jiang and Hongzi would rather choose to die for life, or get together to fight together.

They all value themselves more, and no one will be a drag on the other, nor will it hinder mutual trust.

Belongs to the realistic egoist who understands who the other party is.

"A good relationship? No, she's just like me." Fu Jiang reached out and grabbed Hongzi's head, "Who told me that I was her brother, and she only had me as a friend when she was young."

Although he has no memory of the past, his body still has a sense of familiarity. Most importantly, Hongzi has a bad habit of writing a diary, and the lock on the bedroom door is broken.

Hongzi slapped Fu Jiang's hand off, "Aren't you the same? Maybe you are like me."

"No, because I'm more intelligent." Fu Jiang shook his head slowly, "Look, you still keep the books I wrote when I was a child in the basement as treasures."

"How do you know!?" Hongzi almost jumped up from his chair.

"Look." Fu Jiang turned to look at Ming Mei, "This is the gap."

"I see." Mingmei nodded with some understanding.

I've learned it, I've learned it, and I'll go face to face with Shiho another day.

(End of this chapter)