【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Naranja, what are you giving Bruno?"

Mista raised his head while carrying his small schoolbag and asked his younger brother who was sitting in the backseat of the Apache bicycle.

"I drew a picture." Naranja lowered his head and said, but the hard hat he was wearing on his head was too big, and it slid down as soon as he lowered his head.While pushing the cart, Apache turned sideways and reached out to help him go back.

"Oh, kid." Mista spread her hands and shook her head, looking old-fashioned.Apaki thought it was funny when he saw it, so he asked him, "What does Mr. Mista want to give?"

"Perfume." Mista replied.

"Oh?" Apache looked sideways, "You made perfume? Did you teach it in school?"

"Of course not. Giorno said that a good man needs a good bottle of perfume." Mista cleared his throat and raised his chin, "I paid for it."

"Where did you buy it?" Apache frowned.

"Bought it with Giorno."

"So that friend of yours is a perfume seller?" Apache stopped, they stood by the side of the road in the community, the tone of the silver-haired man became serious, which made Mista a little flustered.

"No, the perfume belongs to Giorno's father." Mista said, "He resold it to me."

"Then does his father know?"

Mista hid his little hands in his pockets and clenched his pants tightly. He thought for a while and decided to answer honestly: "I don't know."

Apache sighed, but his expression was still tense: "How much did it cost?"

"Ten euros."

"Where did you get the money?"

"I gave him all my snacks," Mista said.

Oh hoo.Apaki raised his eyebrows. He was planning to find an opportunity to talk to Mista about hiding snacks, but he didn't expect that Giorno had done a good deed by accident.

"And where's the perfume he sold you?" Apache asked.

Mista took off her schoolbag, took out a small box from it and handed it to Apache.Apaki took it and opened it to see that it was an unused bottle of Givenchy.No matter how ignorant he is about fashion, he knows that this bottle of perfume will not only sell for ten euros on eBuy.

"Mista." Apaki rewrapped the perfume and put it in his pocket, looked down into the boy's eyes, "We have to go to Giorno's house."

Apaki held Mista with one hand and Naranja with the other and rang the doorbell of "Jostar House".

The one who opened the door was a tall black-haired middle-aged man, so tall that even Apache had to look up at him.The man adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he saw Apache, he looked a bit puzzled, but when he looked down and saw Mista, he immediately smiled.

"It's Gedo, are you here to play with Giorno?"

Mista shook her head and dared not speak.

"Hello, are you Mr. Joestar, Giorno's father?" Apache asked.The man turned around and looked at the serious silver-haired man in front of him, noticing something was wrong with the atmosphere, and became worried: "Yes, are you Gedo's parent? Did Giorno bully your child?"

"No, no, no," Apache explained, "That's right, I'll return the item." He took out the perfume bottle from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Joestar.

"Mista said he bought it from Giorno, but I think this gift is too expensive, so it's better to return it."

Mr. Joestar opened the package and looked a little surprised: "I gave this to Dior the year before last, and it's still there? I thought he had thrown it away a long time ago." The man put away the perfume and raised his head and asked, "Jolu How much did Nuo sell for?"

"Ten euros," Apache said.

"Then I'll return the money to you." As Mr. Joestar turned around to get his wallet, Apache quickly stopped the other party: "No, no, kids don't use real money to make deals. Mista just put himself Giorno’s snacks are mortgaged to Giorno. I just plan to take this opportunity to let Mista stop snacks for a few days.”

"Oh?!" Mista on the side opened his mouth wide and looked up at the two adults in surprise, but no one paid attention to him.

Mr. Joestar also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words. Seeing Apache's gloomy face, he thought that the other party's visitor was not kind, but he was unexpectedly easy to talk to.

"My name is Jonathan." He held out his hand.

"Leo Apache." Apache held Mr. Joestar's hand.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan said, "Giorno went out with his father, I should have asked him to come out and apologize to you."

"It's okay, I'll just return the things."

"Are you the nanny of Mr. Bugarati's family?" The tall man in front of him recalled, "I heard Giorno mention your name."

"Huh?" Apaki was taken aback, then lowered his head and glanced at Mista, "Yes, I am the nanny of Mr. Bugarati's family."

"You're so young, isn't it hard to take care of two children by yourself?" Mr. Jonathan scratched his head with a wry smile. "Sometimes I feel so tired when I take care of Giorno by myself. He always asks questions that I don't know."

"Ah... the two of my family are fine."

"Come on!" Jonathan patted Apache on the shoulder, "Experience in advance is also good. Now many young people are unrealistic when they fall in love. They dare to say anything impulsively in the early stage. After experiencing those real problems later And retreated faster than anyone else."

"Uh..." Apaki didn't know why, but felt that the other party's palm on his shoulder was extremely heavy.He felt that there was something in Mr. Joestar's words, but he couldn't understand why.

Apache looked down at the two brats beside him, and he didn't know what to say, so he just said, "...Thank you."

"Can I still play with Giorno?"

Back home, Mista held back for a long time and finally decided to run to the kitchen and pulled Apache's clothes and looked up to ask.

"Of course, what's the matter?" Apache was busy on the island stage.He took the measuring cup, weighed the flour, and cracked the eggs into the bowl.

Mista tilted his head and watched Alpha's expression for a while: "You looked so fierce just now, I thought you were going to hit me when you were angry."

Apache frowned, he stopped what he was doing and looked down at Mista: "Did I be fierce just now?"

The boy nodded and added, "Super scary."

Apache sighed and touched Mista's little head: "I'm sorry, I will try my best to control it in the future. But don't worry, I won't beat you. How can an adult beat a child."

"But Bucgarati will, he's so scary when he gets angry!" Mista made an exaggerated grimace.

Alpha raised his eyebrows, and said with a clear heart: "So...do you have something to say to me?"

"Can you not tell him about the perfume?" The boy put his hands behind his back and peeked at the man in front of him.

"Yes, but you have to promise me one thing." Apache said.

"what?"

"It is not allowed to hide snacks privately in the future. Your father said that snacks must be managed in a unified way."

Mista puffed her cheeks and wrinkled her little nose, thought for a while and replied in a low voice: "That's fine."

"Okay, this is the secret of the two of us." Apache stretched out his fingers, and both big and small hands ticked together.

"But I have one more question," Mista said.

"what?"

"Naranja painted a picture, but my perfume is gone, so what should I give Bruno?"

"You can come with me." Apaki said, moved a stool to the side of Nakajima, then picked up Mista and made the boy kneel on the chair.

"I'm going to make a snack for your father, do you want to go together?"

"now?"

"Correct."

"But this is not a surprise."

"Huh?" Apache tilted his head and asked in doubt, "How do you say?"

Mista pointed out the window: "He has already returned."

Apaki quickly turned his head in the direction of Mista's finger, and Bugarati's car had already stopped in the open space in front of the house.The young Alpha raised his watch and glanced at the time, speechless: "Why did he come back so early today!?"

"He said he was going to have dinner today, and he must make squid ink noodles for his birthday." Mista said, "He will leave work 'on time' only on our three birthdays."

Without even giving Apache too much time to react, Bugarati had already opened the door and returned home.He jumped like a bird and happily announced: "I'm going home!"

Naranja rushed over and threw himself on Bugarati's lap and shouted "Boob" with a smile. Omega picked up the little son and kissed his chubby cheek while laughing and carrying the boy to the kitchen.

"Naranga, what are we eating tonight!"

“Squid ink noodles!”

Buccarati walked into the kitchen with Naranja in his arms, and just stared at Apache who was in chaos in front of him wearing an apron.

"Are you... preparing dinner?" Bugarati asked tentatively.

"No!" Apache replied quickly.

"He's going to give you a surprise." Mista added from the side.

"Oh?" Buccarati looked surprised, but it could be seen that he was still a little excited, "Guido, what is he going to do?"

"Yes..." Mista didn't know either, the boy dragged his tone and raised his head to look at Apache for help, Apache quickly took over the conversation: "It's a surprise, Mista and I want to give you a surprise."

"Ah, so you just don't want to tell me?" Buccarati smiled and put Naranja in his arms on the ground. He walked to Nakajima and stood opposite Apache, leaned over and took Alpha in front of him. The sack of flour fell a hill in front of him.

Seeing that Bucciarati was already planning to start a face-to-face meeting in front of him, Apache bent down and quickly repeated to Omega: "It's a surprise."

"It's okay," Bugarati reached for Apache's eggs and smashed them into the flour mountain one by one, "You make yours, and I'll make mine."

Mista tugged at the corner of Apache's clothes, the silver-haired man leaned over, and the boy whispered in his ear, "Look, he's very bad."

Apache shook his head and corrected: "It's not bad, it's bad."

"You're talking bad about me." Bugarati said, and Apaki raised his head and looked at the person opposite, narrowing his eyes and pouting his lips on purpose, but Bugarati's lips were already very plump, and this action seemed more like his own. It's coquettish.

"But it's okay, I celebrate my birthday today, so I won't quarrel with you."

Mista stuck out his tongue at Bugarati, the boy turned his head and urged Apache to leave that man alone and move on to the next step.

The two of them started meeting at the same time, and Bugarati's movements were obviously more skilled than Apache's.But it was probably intentional by Omega. In the later stage, the kneading became slower and slower, and he did not enter the next step. It was clear that he wanted to see what the man was going to do.Apache can't help it either, although Mr. Bugarati probably knows what the "surprise" is as soon as the stuffing is taken out, but Mr. is naive, he can't be as naive as Mr., otherwise everyone will not have dinner tonight.

The young college student sighed, he could even hear Bugarati humming in a good mood.Apaki took out a lot of ingredients from the cabinet and prepared to start cutting the stuffing.

"Mista, help me stir the chocolate." He put the chopped chocolate chips into the bowl and then soaked it into a larger bowl separated by hot water. Apaki handed Mista a silicone spatula: "Be careful not to burn it."

"What is it?" Bugarati couldn't hold back his head, and the man smiled and counted the materials in front of Apaki: "Raisins, dried figs, sweet almonds, marmalade..."

Buccarati raised his head suddenly, he touched his chin as he looked at Apaki buried in the nuts, and sighed, "Wow..."

Alpha didn't speak, he just cracked the almonds in his hand to cover up his shyness and helplessness.

Mr. Bucciarati finally fell silent for a while, and while Alpha was stirring the filling, he started cutting pasta on the opposite side of the island.Apaji glanced at him quietly. Although ordinary families now use machines to directly press noodles, Bugarati uses a rolling pin. The traditional method reminds Apaji of his mother.The pasta dough was tough, but he did it with such agility that it seemed effortless.He rolled out the dough thinly, dusted it with flour, folded it up and cut it into thin strips with a knife. He was very familiar with it.

While Apache was watching him secretly, Bugarati was also spying on the movement on the other side.Every time he coughed, the young Alpha's spoon would stir harder.Bugarati chuckled in his heart. He grabbed the pasta on the table with his hands and shook off the excess flour, transferred these golden "silk threads" to the chopping board and walked towards the stove.

Apaki thought that his peeking behavior was discovered by the other party.Just as he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Bugarati's voice sounded from his side.

"Give me a taste."

Alpha was frightened by the sudden appearance of Omega, shaking the spoon in his hand: "What?" He turned his head to the side, and happened to meet Mr. Bucciarati's blue eyes.

Bugarati pointed to the stuffing in the Apaki bowl: "Isn't it made for me? Of course I have to taste it."

"But it's not finished yet." The man was a little embarrassed, his hair in a low ponytail slipped from his shoulders, "You can't taste it now."

"But you made it for me." Bugarati said, "What if I don't like the filling you made?"

Apaki was speechless, he lowered his eyes and frowned. Obviously Bugarati's words made sense, but how could it be like this?It was a surprise to say yes, it was supposed to be an event prepared by him alone, but now that it was done, the Lord himself came to ask to join.

Seeing that Apaki didn't object, Bugarati reached for the spoon in the man's hand and stuffed a large spoonful of stuffing into his mouth.Before Apaki could stop it, he saw Bugarati's puffed up cheeks and crooked eyebrows.

"Really delicious."

"Bruno, I want to eat too!" Seeing that Bugarati started to steal the stuffing, Mista quickly got off the stool and ran over.Bugarati scooped up another large spoon and bent down to feed Mista.

"Guido, is it delicious?"

"good to eat!"

"I want it too!" Upon hearing the excitement, Nalanja raised his head from his pile of toys and ran into the kitchen. Bugarati simply squatted down with the stuffing bowl in his arms and took a bite with the two children.

"Okay..." Apache couldn't laugh or cry, he had to "grab" the stuffing back from the hands of the instigator himself, "If you eat it again, you will eat it up, what else should I do..."

Bugarati sent Naranga back to play with the toys, Apaji took Mista's arm and carried him back to the stool, and he and the boy started teaching the child how to fill and wrap the dough, Bujarati Lati took out the cuttlefish bought home last night from the refrigerator and began to process them.

Apaki cut the stuffed dough into small bites and put them into the baking pan with Mista.After everything was done and Mista also ran to play with Naranga, Apaki turned around and saw Bugarati taking the ink sac from the squid's belly.

"Why don't you knead the ink into the dough?" He walked over and asked. Now the squid ink noodles on the market are made directly from the prepared squid ink dough, and it is rare to add ink when cooking.

"Of course it is delicious after adding it." Bugarati said that his men were very careful for fear of breaking the ink sac. "Of course you have to eat squid ink noodles until your teeth and mouth are all black, so that you can experience It has a sandy texture and tastes like sea water."

Apache looked at the person in front of him holding the ink bag in his hand and shaking it towards himself as if showing off.

"This is what I ate at home when I was a child."

At the beginning, Apache was not used to it. Although the pasta made by Bugarati tasted very good, he couldn't resist wiping his mouth with a napkin after taking a bite.Bugarati said that he couldn't stand it anymore. Omega turned sideways and suddenly took the napkin from Alpha's hand and hid it behind him. Apache was startled, and subconsciously raised his head to see the people around him Looking at him solemnly, he said, "You can't wipe it all the time, your mouth should be black after eating squid ink noodles."

Bugarati pretended to be serious with a stern face, but when he opened his mouth, his mouth was filled with black squid juice, and Apaki couldn't help laughing after taking a look.

"Why are you laughing at me? Your teeth are black too!" Bugarati said, "Anyway, I don't allow you to wipe your mouth! I have the final say on my birthday today."

Apaki nodded with a smile, and there was a beep from the oven that the baking was complete. He just took advantage of this opportunity to escape from Bugarati's jurisdiction.

"It smells so good!" As the oven was turned on, the two children were so excited that they couldn't help but sit on their chairs when they smelled the aroma.

"It's not close." With his back to one big and two small ones, Apaki was doing the final processing on the biscuits. He was just able to use the leftover egg whites to make the icing when making pasta with Bugarati, and then sprinkled rainbow jelly beans to make the icing. Decorate, and finally put the processed biscuits together like a cake.

"What's this?" Naranja asked curiously, looking at the snack brought by Apaki.

"This is buccellati." Buccellati looked at Apache with a smile on his cheek, "Thank you."

"Buggarati, is this you?" Mista held the small fork in his hand and stared at the steaming biscuit tower on the table in anticipation.

"Yes, this is me, a small Sicilian biscuit." Bugarati replied with a smile.Apache put a candle on the top of the biscuit tower: "It's time to make a wish."

"Boob, make a wish!" "Make a wish!"

Bugarati looked at the golden candle flickering under the light, the two children looked at him expectantly, and Apakyi smiled in front of the dining table.He closed his eyes, opened them again a moment later, leaned forward and blew out the candle in one breath.

"Okay!" Bugarati smiled and clapped his hands together, "Please come and eat Sicilian biscuits together!"

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Bugarati granted Mista no homework tonight, and the two children were happily grabbing the TV remote control in the living room.Apache finished cleaning the room and looked up to see that it was still early. He didn't know what to do for a while, but when he turned around, he saw Bugarati standing by the back door of the kitchen with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine in his hands.

It is late autumn and the weather is getting cooler.There is a small yard behind Bugarati's house, but it can be seen that the owner has not taken care of it.The difference between a lawn and a flower bed is that the weeds in the flower bed grow more lushly.

Mr. Buccarati also seemed to feel indebted to the desolate scene in front of him: "I have to find a chance to tidy up this place, so that Gedo and Naranca can also come to the yard to play."

He poured red wine into Apache's glass, looked at the flower bed in the corner and said, "Cut down that apple tree first."

Alpha followed Omega's gaze, and there was a solitary sapling. Although its growth was not good, it was not bad. Apache was puzzled: "Why did you cut it down?"

Bugarati took a sip of red wine and shrugged: "I don't know which owner planted it. The fruit is not delicious, and the leaves are a little old. It's not easy to sweep if it falls off the ground."

Apache thought to himself: I looked at the yard, you probably haven't taken care of it.He glanced at the lonely branch swaying in the autumn wind, then turned his head and glanced at the black-haired Omega who was drinking red wine beside him.

"Does Mr. Bugarati not like apples?"

"Cough..." The black-haired man was obviously choked by the words of the college student next to him, and the wine drank into his trachea, which was hot and astringent. Apaki quickly reached out and patted Bugarati's back to relieve him.

"I don't like apples," Buccarati wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and muttered softly, "I'm not a child, and the apples from this tree really don't taste good."

Apache nodded and said nothing.

Bugarati turned his face and gave the tall man a sideways glance: "Do you have any opinion on me?"

"Huh?" Apache was surprised, and quickly shook his head, "No."

Omega was dubious, he raised his head and drank all the red wine in the glass in one breath, and poured himself another glass.

"I think you sometimes look at me as if you were looking at Gedo and Naranca." Bugarati said, "It's like looking at a child, but I'm not like that."

He paused for a while, and the light in the room was projected mottledly on Bugarati's face through the veil in front of the glass window. Alpha quietly listened to the person in front of him pouring out his heart.

"I don't know what's wrong, but now when I'm home, I always feel like..." He pouted, and Apache thought it might be his unconscious action.

"... I always feel that I can... be presumptuous."

"A home is for wantonness," Apache said. "I think Mr. Bucciarati is fine with it."

"Really?"

Alpha nodded: "I've always thought I was lucky, and my friends and I said the same. It's so rare to find an employer like Mr. Bugarati."

Bugarati giggled: "Am I so good?"

"Of course, I think Mr. Bugarati is great not only as a father but also as a boss."

"Don't lie to me just because today is my birthday." Omega said, but his laughter gradually faded. Apaki turned his head to look at Bugarati, his face seemed to have a blush, probably The effects of alcohol have already begun to show up on the face.

"...By the way," Bugarati said again, shaking his head, his short black hair brushed back and forth across the corner of his jaw, "If nothing else... I will be in heat next Friday, maybe Thursday I'm going to leave at night... I won't be back until very late. Then the two of them will trouble you."

Apache was shocked when he heard the words. He didn't expect Bugarati to tell himself the real reason why he was leaving so straightforwardly. Alpha originally thought that the other party would make up some excuse, something like a business trip, but he just said it out of nowhere.Probably this is the gap between adults.

"Uh... well."

"Are you wondering why I told you so bluntly?" Bugarati raised his head and looked at Apaki with a dumbfounded look, "If you want to do it with our parents in the future, I have nothing to hide with you."

Apaki nodded while holding the wine glass. What Bugarati said made sense, but... well, maybe I'm too tender.

Alpha didn't speak, but raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

They talked a lot, and the wine was long gone.Only then did Bugarati know that Apache University majored in landscape architecture, and the other party said that he could hand over the yard to him.Buccarati smiled and said it was great, he could finally grab Proxiu's special roses justifiably.

Unknowingly, the moonlight was getting dark, and when they got back to the house, the two children were already tired from playing on the sofa and fell asleep.

The adults tiptoed over carefully and tried not to wake them up. Bugarati whispered to Apaji, "You hug Naranja, and I hug Gedo."

They walked around to the sofa, and there was a small envelope on the coffee table with "Bruno" written on it with an oil pastel.Bugarati bent down to pick it up and opened it. Inside was a painting with blue sky and white clouds, birds and flowers, a small house with stone walls and basket tiles, and four people standing hand in hand.

Bugarati smiled and showed the painting to Apache: "Look, he also painted you."

Apaki blushed: "It seems that Nalanga likes me very much."

"Guido also likes you very much." Bugarati tilted his head and looked into Apache's eyes with a smile.

"I like you too."

-TBC-