Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1425 This big sister is amazing
The stew is being cooked in the kitchen, and if this dish is ready, then the menu for that strange white-haired girl is considered complete, and now it is only necessary to keep an eye on the fire, so Mr. Smith directly asked the apprentice to do this work , I came to the alley behind.

After working temporarily, Mr. Smith intends to smoke a cigarette and take a rest.

There are no particularly tall buildings in the town...the sky is not covered by the materials on the earth.

Mr. Smith loves the place - he once attended university here, but chose not to leave after graduation.

Most of the alumni in the same period were puzzled-after all, after graduating from the University of St. Andrews, they ended up working as a chef.

Apparently, Old Smith was very annoyed by Mr. Smith's behavior, so in the past ten years, the father and son had seldom communicated with each other—even this time, Mr. Smith's wife Debra was about to get pregnant for the second time, and only his mother loved her. Mrs. Lula is willing to come from her hometown.

Although both his wife, Debra, and his mother, Mrs. Elura, are trying to restore the relationship between Old Smith and Mr. Smith, but so far there has not been much progress.

I really shouldn't let the relationship between Joe and himself become like his father... Now Smith watched the gradually dissipating incense smoke, thinking slowly.

Thinking about it, he took advantage of this gap to call home, and it was his mother, Mrs. Ai Lula, who answered the phone.

After inquiring about his wife Debra and learning that his wife was taking a nap, Mr. Smith suddenly said to his mother, Mrs. Elura: "Mum, can you stop scaring Joe with horror stories? I think this kid is serious." .”

Mrs. Elura on the other side of the phone was startled, and asked curiously, "Did something happen?"

Mr. Smith had no choice but to briefly explain Joe's situation, "...this kid thinks that the god of death is really going to take him away, and even said he can see the god of death."

"Oh!" Mrs. Elura covered her lips with a frightened look, "This is just a joke, like the legend of the little devil in Halloween."

"He's just a kid."

"I think I really have to reflect on it." Mrs. Elura said angrily, "I will apologize to Joe when he comes back."

Mr. Smith chatted briefly with Mrs. Elura before turning off the phone.

The cigarettes were also exhausted at this time, Mr. Smith extinguished the cigarette butt, and couldn't help shaking his head, how could there be a god of death in the world?
Suddenly there was a gust of cold wind blowing through the alley... as if something was approaching behind him.

Mr. Smith felt a sudden coldness. He turned his head subconsciously, but saw nothing—not that he saw nothing... He suddenly saw a black cat.

At this time, the black cat was lying on the tread of an outer wall staircase deep in the alley, looking lazy... Its golden eyes were like amber, and it was also looking at Mr. Smith.

The moment he looked at the black cat, Mr. Smith frowned slightly... He subconsciously approached the black cat.

The black cat remained motionless, as if it was not afraid of strangers at all—finally, Mr. Smith was about to come to the black cat...only three or four steps away.

At this moment, the black cat stood up suddenly... After standing up, it remained motionless, only its tail swung slightly.

Mr. Smith held out his hand toward it, intending to touch it--as if from some inexplicable impulse.

"Excuse me--"

A voice, as calm as a sea breeze, sounded behind Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith was startled suddenly, turned around hastily, and saw a young man with a quiet aura...and an Asian face.

Mr. Smith couldn't help but think of the white-haired girl full of personality in his restaurant. He wondered if this young man and her knew each other—of course, this was just a random guess of Mr. Smith.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Smith asked after he collected himself.

The young man in front of him didn't look like a flamboyant guy, and he didn't get too close, which gave people a sense of just right... Almost instantly, Mr. Smith felt that his defenses seemed to be inexplicably disintegrated up.

"I just came here, so I'm not familiar with it yet." The young man said with a slight smile, "Can you tell me how to get to the supermarket?"

"Oh!" Mr. Smith nodded, "Go out this way first..."

Mr. Smith quickly pointed out the direction for the young man who asked for directions, and was very enthusiastic and also mentioned the approximate locations of some other service-type shops by the way-he knew that newcomers needed these tips very much.

"You are really a good person." The young man nodded lightly, "Thank you very much... If I have the opportunity, I will also come to your store to taste."

This is of course good... There is no chef who would not like the idea of ​​others eating his own cooking.

"My name is Smith. I am the chef and owner of this restaurant." Mr. Smith introduced himself very friendly.

"Luo Qiu." The young man said casually, "I just came here and I'm ready to enroll."

Sure enough...Mr. Smith nodded secretly, but he didn't directly say that he was also a student of the university, counting as the senior of the other party...Because Mr. Smith has come into contact with some Asian students, they are more implicit.

"Welcome to St. Andrews." Mr. Smith said, doing what a local should do. "You'll like it here soon."

Boss Luo nodded with a smile, and walked away slowly under Mr. Smith's gaze.

Mr. Smith shook his head casually. From spring to autumn, there are always many new faces coming to this place every year, and some familiar faces leaving here...and he has been here for ten years.

Mr. Smith turned around, and when he looked at the stairs on the outer wall again, the little black cat disappeared without knowing when.

Maybe it was foraging... The stew was almost done, Mr. Smith thought.

Mr. Smith quickly returned to the kitchen through the back door—after a while, a small figure slowly walked out from behind the corridor on the outer wall.

……

……

To Mr. Smith's surprise, when he took out the dishes, he was very surprised to find that his son Joe was sitting at the table of the Asian white-haired girl, and he seemed to be talking about something, and he even seemed to be talking about it. We had a good chat.

Mr. Smith is naturally aware of his son's character... Although Joe can't be said to be an introverted and shy character, it is rare for him to be so close to someone he meets for the first time.

Probably because girls all have a bonus of affinity... especially good-looking girls.

This child seems to have a bright future... As the father, Mr. Smith smiled, and he slowly came to Nero, "Miss, your food is ready."

"Oh yeah... Another glass of beer, Boss! I want the biggest glass!" Nero said boldly, "Beer should be served with fried chicken!"

"My son has disturbed you, miss," said Mr. Smith.

"Huh?" Nero stretched his waist and said, "It's okay, this kid is quite interesting, just looking at it makes people want to bully him."

I don't know what Mr. Smith was thinking at the moment... He walked away anyway to find a cup.

"Little devil, where did you just talk about?" Seeing Mr. Smith walking away, Nero directly picked up a piece of chicken popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, and finally licked the seasoning powder on his fingers, "... Did you see Grim Reaper?"

But Joe just looked at the finger-sucking big sister in front of him, and asked in puzzlement, "Aren't you Mr. Death?"

"Sister!" Nero squinted and said, "If you really saw Death, then that guy must be another one, not me."

Joe lowered his head, trying to comprehend this sentence as if in deep thought.

To a certain extent, the former Michael's club with the name of a tyrant has little patience - Nero directly opened Joe's mouth with his fingers at this time, "Just tell me, how did you see God of Death, what does God of Death look like, you just need to see it somewhere.”

Joe blinked and said, "Are you going to find Mr. Death?"

Nero shrugged and said, "If it's interesting, I should take a look."

Joe curiously asked: "Find Mr. Death, what if Mr. Death wants to take you away?"

"It's not sure who will take it away." Nero's nose suddenly became sharper at this moment—it really became sharper, and the changes of the black soul messenger are mostly trained by her like this , She also put her second finger into Joe's mouth, and stretched the little boy's mouth open, "Don't talk nonsense, just say what you want."

Joe could only shake his head, "I don't know, sometimes Mr. Death is a sparrow, sometimes he turns into an owl standing on a tree, sometimes he turns into a little mouse, standing straight outside the window."

Nero suddenly asked curiously: "How can you be sure that these things are Mr. Death?"

"I just know." Joe said quite seriously. "I know! It's coming for me to take me away! But my grandma and dad don't believe me. They say I'm dreaming."

"Heh..." Nero nodded, "So when you saw me, you thought I was also changed by Mr. Death?"

Joe nodded aggrievedly.

But Nero suddenly said: "You do have a strange smell on you kid... Mr. Chef also has some on him."

Joe didn't know what she was talking about and could only watch suspiciously.

Nero rolled his eyes at this moment, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Little devil, I can beat Mr. Death away for you~ But there are conditions."

"What condition?" Joe hardly thought much about it.

"I haven't made up my mind yet." Nero narrowed his eyes, "But as long as you promise me, I will help you beat Mr. Death away. You can wait for me to think of some conditions and fulfill the promise... ...How about it! Isn't it a good deal?"

"Can you really beat Mr. Death away?" Joe looked puzzled.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm very good~" As he said, Nero suddenly reached out and grabbed Joe's back collar, lifting him up, and then turned into a black wind, instantly Bumped out of this restaurant.

Using a secret method, this black wind circled more than half a circle over the small town in a short moment, and then returned to the restaurant again.

The black wind gathered and changed into Nero's appearance again. She grabbed a piece of fried chicken leg with her bare hands and gnawed on it. Joe's mouth was open so much that he could almost stuff an egg, and his hair stood on end. , like a broom.

"Miss, you ordered beer." Mr. Smith just came back at this time, "Joe, why did your hair become like this?"

"Smith!" Joe pointed at Nero blankly and said, "This sister is amazing!"

Mr. Smith gave Nero a suspicious look.

I saw her clear the beer she just brought in one gulp, and even burped at the end...Mr. Smith nodded, "Well...it's quite powerful."

"Boss, have another glass!" Nero put the glass heavily on the table, and let out a satisfied breath, "Have another plate of fried chicken!"

"Okay...Okay." Mr. Smith could only nod, and looked at Joe suspiciously, feeling a little strange, but he went into the kitchen anyway.

Only then did Nero look at Joe, and said idly: "What, do you believe that I can beat Mr. Death away now?"

Joe nodded vigorously, then thought for a while and said, "I promise you!"

"What a good boy." Nero's eyes were bent like crescent moons again, and then his body was directly atomized, and then transformed into a silver-gray leopard, and then he bit Joe's clothes and lifted him up. He got up, jumped out of the restaurant from the window, and onto the roof across the street.

……

When Mr. Smith took out the fried chicken, he found that the white-haired girl had disappeared...but there were a few banknotes on the table-this was enough to cover all the expenses.

Mr. Smith couldn't help being stunned... He glanced to the side and found that Joe was lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

Mr. Smith shook his head, then took a coat and put it on Joe's body, then took back the small blackboard outside the restaurant, and hung up the sign of resting by the way.

Mr. Smith is also a little sleepy and plans to take a rest.

He sat at the counter and dozed off, but he didn't know that there was a pair of amber eyes outside the window looking at everything in the restaurant... Then, a black kitten jumped away.

The kitten was extremely agile, but in the blink of an eye, it crossed two streets, and finally got into a house from a garage.

The house was almost opaque, and all the curtains were drawn close... The black cat jumped onto the table in the living room, and then used the table as a step to jump to a chair in front of the fireplace... Jumped into someone's arms .

The guy sitting on the chair stretched out his hand and gently stroked the back of the black cat, and then asked in a low voice: "What makes you feel scared, little guy."

(End of this chapter)