Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The night was like an ink-stained painting, covering the dark sea. The ships were anchored in an area with smaller waves, with dim lights on them.

On the deck, Tang Muching leaned against the tent and looked down at a thick book. On the side of the book, one could see colored strips of paper used for marking, with scribblings and words written on them.

Beside him, Gin calmly held the fishing rod, and there was a small stove on top of it, with a casserole making a gurgling sound over the flames.

“I’ve never seen anyone pitch a tent on a boat.”

Gin half closed his eyes, took off the long windbreaker that was suitable for moving and hiding his body, put on soft home clothes, and covered himself with a thin jacket to block the wind.

What kind of nice person would set up a tent on the deck when going out on a yacht?

"The sea breeze is strong at night, and I don't really want to go into the house." Tang Muqing sat cross-legged in the tent with a blanket covering his legs. His palms were tucked into his thin sweater, with only his fingers exposed to turn the pages of the book. "We agreed that sea fishing is sea fishing. I'll ask the chef to fry the hairtail for us and cook it in a casserole."

Gin sighed, a hint of helplessness appeared on his cold face, "Is there no plan for sleeping in your plan?"

It was late at night and it took him a long time to get back.

Did you know that the United States is very far away from Japan?

"I'll help you adjust to the time difference." Tang Muqing smiled and looked up at Gin. "You'll feel a little sleepy after eating and drinking. I'll help you take a nap for a while, and then wake you up. Stay up until tomorrow night and go to bed. Then you can adjust to the Japanese schedule."

Gin deadpanned, "I'm not jet lagged."

How could there be any jet lag for him, a person who goes out in the middle of the night to earn money, stays up late every day, and has an irregular schedule?

Crazy?

If he also needs to adjust to the jet lag, how would he have the time to kill people and burn things?

And who is he going to the United States for this time?

"That won't do. We are still together after a short separation. How can you refuse my proposal?"

Tang Muching laughed softly, wearing a pair of frameless glasses on his nose. He was flipping through the book in his hand with his eyes downcast, his brows slightly furrowed as if he had encountered a problem. "Just listen to me. If you are bored, can you find the author of this book? I remember we have no shortage of safe houses. I want to put him in the basement of the safe house and let him write a book a day."

Gin:? ? ?

Is the organization's safe house used for this kind of thing?

Gin looked at Tang Muqing in disbelief, "Is this why you called me back?"

"What do you mean I asked you to come back? You really don't understand the art of language at all..." Tang Muqing sighed, raised his hand to touch the back of Gin's hand, grabbed his hand and put it in his pocket to warm it, with an impeccable smile on his face, "I'm obviously worried about you working so hard outside and not having a single bite to eat, so I specially asked the boss to transfer you back so you can have a good rest. You should express your gratitude now, and let me feel your gratitude with your actions."

Gin almost laughed out of anger, "I should thank you? Aren't there no restaurants in America? Isn't it because of you that I went there?"

Hit it up!

Don’t you even take the blame for your own mistakes?

"It's okay. I'm grateful to you." Tang Muqing leaned back, closed the book and threw it aside, observing Gin's face carefully with a smiling look, "Of course there are restaurants in the United States, but your stomach, which has been nurtured by me for a long time, may not be able to accept food from outside."

As he said this, he shook Gin and said, "Hurry up and fish. Let the cook finish cooking and eating later so we can rest."

Gin:......

Gin closed his eyes and sighed.

Getting to know Tang Muching was definitely the biggest mistake in his life. Look, it has worked its way onto his mind.

Who would dare to talk to him like that? Are they afraid that they won’t die fast enough?

Gin glanced at the fishing rod that was quietly resting on the stand next to him, picked up the chopsticks and stirred the ingredients in the casserole, "What's in it?"

"Fried meatballs? Tofu? And some seafood..." Tang Muqing recalled, sat up and moved closer to Gin. He sat next to Gin and found a small bowl. He slowly scooped a bowl of hot soup and handed it to him. "I asked the chef to make chicken soup early in the morning. The meat and bones are cooked soft. Drink it quickly."

Gin watched Tang Muqing's actions, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever raised a son?"

Tang Muqing:? ? ?

Tang Muqing looked up at Gin in disbelief and pointed at himself, "I'm not even thirty yet, raising a son? How can a son have to be five or six years old to drink chicken soup? I have to give birth to a baby in my early twenties?"

This is such a terrifying thing, having a son in your early twenties and having a wife at the age of twenty, just thinking about it makes life a little bleak.

Gin retracted his gaze, "I feel like it's not right for me to call you dad right now."

Day by day, I worry more than a father does.

But then again, if his father could take care of him as gently and thoughtfully as Tang Muching did, he might not be at the top of the international wanted list now.

Gin took the bowl of soup and drank it. "Please urge Rye to do something. He is very busy in the United States and it seems that he is not busy enough."

"I know. I've been very busy lately." Tang Muqing sighed, "I still have to open a restaurant."