Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Lu Mingfei looked at the two women talking and laughing in the kitchen, and felt terrified.

It was at this time that Lu Lincheng walked towards Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously thought that this man was different from what he remembered. He had gotten older and sharper, and the way he looked at him seemed to be subtly different from what he remembered.

But when he put his arm around his shoulders and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work," Lu Mingfei still felt a little sore in his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

".Um."

".sorry."

"It's okay, I'm okay."

In more than 70% of family environments, the role played by fathers is taciturn.

For a long period of time, due to the development of social structure in various countries, men had to bear most of the economic pressure.

This is both convenience and responsibility. People who can bear the burden of the family enjoy corresponding majesty. At the same time, they are also bullied by life. It is not good or bad, it is just a reality.

And it is precisely because of this responsibility and burden that the pillars of support inevitably become silent.

Communication with children is too rare. When you want to get close to your own heirs, you will inevitably wonder whether doing so does not conform to your own image, whether it will make outsiders look down on you, and whether it will not be dignified enough.

That's why the so-called father is the image of getting up in the morning, sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper, drinking soy milk or coffee, and being silent.

The relationship between Lu Mingfei and Lu Lincheng is slightly better. The latter is notoriously annoying in the workplace. He is very capable at work, but not very smart.

He doesn't care so much about the opinions of outsiders and will talk to his children when necessary. Lu Mingfei still remembers a few things about his father. For example, Lu Lincheng always said that he likes to make money and envies people who can make money, but whenever he has free time, he spends time in bookstores and likes to play firewood. Tao can also make a very powerful slingshot, which is more powerful than an air gun, but he has no time to spend on research and making money.

He is a very typical ordinary citizen, as long as his family lives well.

Just like myself.

I don’t know what’s wrong. He has an S-level bloodline but has low ambitions.

He always pretends to be a down-and-out intellectual in front of himself. The nature of his work is special and he often needs to go abroad, so he occasionally saves the subsidies for going abroad to buy a house for his son. He knows that his wife’s cooking is not good but he doesn’t dare, so If I want to bring back half a sauced duck as an extra meal, I always give the chicken legs to myself and the chicken wings to my mother immediately.

A man who loves his son very much.

A man who loves his wife very much.

Just so ordinary.

Obviously, I have never complained about such a thing.

The feeling of grievance and joy mixed together is very strange, like adding passion fruit sauce to the hand pancakes. It doesn't match, but you can't help but eat it. It's so sour that you can't help crying from the corners of your eyes.

Lu Lincheng's brows twitched. The hand he placed on Lu Mingfei's shoulder had not yet touched his skin, but he could still feel the tremor.

The man and Lu Mingfei were sitting at the dining table, separated by a screen from the sofa. Lu Mingfei lowered his head at this time, and no one could see the complicated expression the man showed at that moment.

He finally hesitated for a few seconds, moved his hand away from Lu Mingfei's back, and patted him on the shoulder instead.

"Drink some tonight, you've reached this age too."

"Um."

Unconsciously, Lu Lincheng also became a silent father.

Perhaps, it is the same reason as all fathers.

Yes. I haven’t seen my child for a long time.

or.

The aroma of cooking came about half an hour later, and with the clear voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka's greeting, everyone hurried in to serve the food.

"Let me do it!"

Caesar was walking like a tiger. He had just secretly watched a beautiful scene where the father and son had not seen each other for a long time, everything was unspoken. He was not moved in his heart, only jealousy and anger.

Every interaction between Lu Lincheng and Lu Mingfei was like poking Caesar in the throat, which hurt so much.

Okay, okay, now among the Three Musketeers, only your father is a bad person, right?

walk slowly.

Caesar felt a great betrayal and had to find something to do, so he took over the dishes from Fujimaru Ritsuka and Giovanni and volunteered to start setting the dishes.

Caesar can cook some Italian food, such as lasagna with meat sauce, but he is not very familiar with other things. But not being good at cooking does not mean that he is not good at presenting dishes. The artistic cells he has cultivated since childhood are in full bloom at this moment, and he is fastidious. One hand is exquisite, and the other hand is as good as the geometry of a circle drawn by a junior high school math teacher. The structure is layer by layer, and the big is seen from the small. A braised pork rib can be stacked to create the beauty of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Chu Zihang was silent for a while and took the initiative to help with the meal. Fingel stayed there shamelessly, while Ling sat there silently with an upright posture.

On the other hand, Chen Motong can be considered magnanimous. It would be better to say that she has basically never shown a good face since entering this Nibelung.

Probably, for her who had put the "Book of Omniscient" into her brain, even if she couldn't control her abilities independently, just relying on the most superficial profile was enough for her to see the essence of the city clearly.

So, her expression of indifference and boredom at this moment is worthy of discussion.

After a while, the dishes were brought out, shiny and red, and brought to the table by Caesar in an elegant manner, and the meal was officially served.

Qiao Weini was really not good at cooking. The egg custard was overcooked and the braised pork ribs were burnt when the oil was used. The food was hot and the fire was hot and the fire was hot. The chef had the attitude, but it was really not delicious.

And Fujimaru Ritsuka——

【Wow, I didn’t get to eat the full meal of the composer】

Caesar listened to the voice of the servant in his head and felt puzzled.

He knew that the "player" was talking about Fujimaru.

(Speaking of which, I haven’t eaten it either. What’s wrong? Is Fujimaru Ritsuka a very good cook?)

[Wumu Fujimaru’s level can be summed up in one sentence——]

Emperor Qiangwei thought for a moment and gave his own evaluation.

【That’s Rome! 】

(I shouldn't have asked.)

Caesar's face was expressionless, and Chu Zihang's mind almost simultaneously recalled the heroic spirit's emotion.

Chu Zihang had eaten the leftover New Year's Eve dinner at Fujimaru Ritsuka's house, so he could understand what it meant. As for Qiao Weini's level.

Well, better than my own mother.

"Sister, you made a mistake." At the dinner table, Lu Mingfei ignored Qiao Weini's sinister gaze and asked secretly.

"Well, there was a mistake." The girl also smiled bitterly.

The dishes at Fujimaru Ritsuka are not amazing either. They are about the level of a small restaurant in Guangzhou where the per capita price is about 70 yuan. There is something a little bit different, but not much. There are some flaws, but it is acceptable.

She deliberately controlled her level to this level, but unfortunately she made a mistake——

She didn't expect that Qiao Wenni's level was far inferior to hers.

As a synonym for high emotional intelligence, her plan to foil Ms. Giovanni on her own came to nothing.

Regarding this situation, Cassel and others remained calm and understood Fujimaru Ritsuka's intention, so they praised Giovanni's cooking repeatedly. Fingel was well versed in this and used exaggerated rhetoric in full bloom.

Until Lu Lincheng laughed and said.

"Honey, no one's food tastes good to you."

"Do you want to die!"

Under the warm lamp, there was finally a bit of a human atmosphere, and many families were eating dinner.

In the weird atmosphere, Qiao Weini drank her porridge absentmindedly, her eyes never leaving Lu Mingfei, while Lu Lincheng clinked glasses with Lu Mingfei from time to time under Qiao Weini's reproachful eyes.

The atmosphere seemed just right, as if the Wuling people had really received the highest-level summons from Taohuayuan. After a while, Lu Lincheng actually started chatting with Lu Mingfei and others about outside matters.

Although I didn’t ask what dynasty it is now, I still asked about the development of Kassel, whether I can still win prizes in sailing competitions after I leave, whether the professor who teaches genetic engineering this year is a professor I know, and how energetic Principal Angers is now. , has any companion robot with citizenship been invented in this era?

It was as if they had really been isolated from the world for a long, long time.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively, but the more we talked about this topic, I had to remind the people here again and again.

[They came to a strange world. 】

【An isolated world. 】

[A. The world in Odin's Nibelungen. 】

The strange conversation in front of them made everyone unable to figure out Lu Lincheng's attitude, and Lu Mingfei hoped from the bottom of his heart that his father would not be his enemy.

The dinner time was spent in this weird atmosphere, with the dishwasher washing the dishes, and the guests being invited to the living room to rest. It was not until the last moment that everyone was finally awakened by the call.

"Fujimaru-kun."

The girl who was clearing the table raised her head and found that the man of the house had also just put away the dishes and chopsticks. His eyes were hidden behind thick black-rimmed glasses and he was looking at her.

"Can you please have a chat with me after you finish cleaning this up?"

"Let's talk about this city."