HP Systematic Seaver

Walking over with a plate full of cookies, Lily dangled the cookies in front of her straight-eyed dad, but he didn't grab the cookies or hold her aloft like he used to.

Mr. Evans reached out and patted his daughter: "Stop messing around, sit down and listen to what Sever said is great."

Sister Hua'er sat down and listened, then Sayuri fell into a drowsy sleepiness, and Trumpeter found an excuse to go to the kitchen.God, what are they talking about, post-colonial, cultural aggression, poor colonial scissors.

Sev stayed at the Evans' house for dinner that evening.Mr. Evans was very excited and bought beer back. Little Sif sat with Sister Hua'er, and Mrs. Evans piled a lot of stew on his plate.Little Sev ate gracefully, poured himself three full glasses of boiled water as politely as possible, and talked with Mr. Evans all afternoon.Dry mouth.

When we left at night, it was already dark, and Mr. Evans personally sent him past a place without street lights. He didn’t stop until he could see their house from a distance. Then the gentleman patted him on the shoulder and said : "I will come here often in the future, I must come here often."

The system looked at the emotion sensor of Mr. Evans in the space, yes, the favorability was off the charts.

Little Sif was also very happy. Although this gentleman was a little excited and enthusiastic, he was still a good person, and he walked happily to his home.He was walking to the workers' quarters.

Suddenly, a low meow came from beside him, and he turned his head to see, isn't this the cat he found this morning? The cat was squatting on the wall at the street corner. When it saw him coming, the cat jumped down and rubbed against his legs. rubbed.At this time, the child who came out on the road, the boy on the bicycle whom he supported during the day, saw him greet him, and at this time an old lady appeared in the window. He helped the old lady dry clothes during the day, and the old lady greeted from afar: This good boy, walking alone at such a big night. The old lady walked out of the room, gave him a big cup of hot tea, and then called out her son, a strong and big man in work clothes. The old lady pushed Big man, let him send the child home immediately, the depths of Spider's End are not safe." The worker nodded and dutifully sent little Sif home.Watching him walk to the back door steps of the room before turning around.

Little Sif was a little surprised by this attitude, and he said to the system: "The decisions you make always seem to be beneficial."

Well done today, the system concluded, the little master has gained many allies, first is Tobias, the heavyweight, then the Evans family, the status is very important, and those people in the worker's residential area, the system It is said that Chinese people know that the cutest people in the world are workers in the city and farmers in the countryside.

In the space of the system, the light of the neuropathy detector was turned on again, and the detector said in a low voice: "Fate is so easy to change, naive, let alone this world, where the power of prophecy and fate is incomparable, the system , you won't succeed, because this is Professor Snape."

☆、Tavern 1

small hotel

In the space of the system, there was deep darkness, little Sif had already fallen asleep, and the system shut down all the machines. No one saw the indicator light of the neuropathy detector in the corner suddenly light up faintly.

The neuropathy detector smiled lowly.This is Professor Snape.

He knows everything, but the system knows nothing.

Professor Snape, no little Sev.

Neuropathy Detector still remembers the conclusions when he researched it.

Its maker is a neurologist. This expert has studied most cases of neurosis in various worlds, and he has left these materials in the storage space of the machine.

Professor Snape was a key figure in the research that year.

The Neuropathy Detector still remembered how many materials his master had read for research, including the original books and Snape's works.

Professor Snape is a contradictory image, he can be the most powerful, but at the same time the most vulnerable, he can be pure darkness, but also flashes pure light at certain times, he looks like a destroyer who hates the world, A self-destructive man who loathes himself, he is a genius, a strong-willed man, a genius who has the ability to reach the top, he might be a great man if given the chance, but he is a ruined ruined man, ruined birth, ruined childhood, ruined youth, ruined manhood, and finally utter ruin, whose talents and wills serve only to spice up the ruin, in which It reveals a sense of beauty in the tragedy of ancient Greece. Perhaps human nature will pursue a kind of ultimate happiness in tragedy.A catharsis and sublimation of darkness.

The maker of the neural detector was fascinated by these, and he read a lot of various fans.

Detector still remembers the last paper written by his master, arguing that Professor Snape's lack of father in his childhood left scars of insecurity in his heart as an adult, which led him to always pursue strength and the affirmation of the strong.It is based on this theory that colleagues have written a large number of LVSS, ADSS, LMSS, SBSS, RLSS, JPSS, and HPSS.The one thing in common among these fans who study carefully is that the person who is paired with the professor is very strong. Regardless of whether the original work is strong or not, this place must be very strong, and he will give him the affirmation of being a strong man.

But there is a bug in the theory, and yes, Lily is the bug in the theory.The original book is the most powerful proof for the fan. Rowling wrote that the love of Sever all his life is obviously Lily, a naive and lively girl, not a man, not an elder, and not powerful.Moreover, the identity of the professor in the original work has always been a protector, a strong one, one who does not yield to the strong, and one who loves women.

Sigh, anything involving Professor Snape would be very contradictory.Sure enough, the professor was very contradictory.

The light of the neuropathy detector flickered, now is an opportunity, he entered the world of HP, he met the real professor, this is a once-in-a-lifetime time for close research.

Oh, by the way, please call him Dashen, this is his favorite title.

Neuropathy Detector looks forward to pleasant research.

Soon, he got his first chance.

On this day, he was observing all the activities of the little professor, when he suddenly heard Tobia say: "Irene, the owner of the tavern told me that he still needs a woman to help the cook."

The animal blood of the neuropathy detector is boiling, what a familiar plot, as mentioned in a fan article, Professor Snape’s father owed a lot of money to the tavern, so he asked his son to work to pay off the debt, and then the little professor was killed by the tavern A group of perverts bullied him, and then the little professor was ruined. The scumbag father became addicted to gambling after drinking more alcohol. After gambling all the family savings, he gave his son to the creditor, and the little professor was completely destroyed. up.

The master thought excitedly: Great, I can finally study it up close.But why is it a woman who helps cook this time.

The Great God decided that for the progress of the research, he must encourage the little master to replace the mother. Anyway, the little professor is willing to give for others.

Because now the Great God can see that little Sif is of a normal mind at present, he is almost like an ordinary child, his origin has not caused him humiliation, and his childhood is not currently destroyed.

The professor has not been destroyed, how can he still observe, what he wants is a neuropathy, not a normal boy who is intact.

He waited.

Sure enough, Irene jumped up as if she had been whipped by someone, and she said sharply: "How can you treat me like this, I will never."

Sev was sitting at the table eating when he heard the sound and looked up.

Tobia continued: "Irene, we don't have much savings, and the monthly interest is not enough to spend. The owner of the tavern said that if you go to help, it will be at least half a pound per day."

Tobias thought it was fitting.

Erin seemed to have been slapped, and she screamed: "You have no right, no, how could you do this."

Tobia's voice also became louder: "Irene, we are almost out of money."

No, Erin shook her head violently.

The Great Master looked at the little professor with a troubled expression on his face.

He heard the system say to his master: "Master, hurry up and eat more."

The Great God sneered, this system is really for the sake of the master, but Professor Snape is not a character he is familiar with, and there are some things he cannot change.

He watched coldly as Tobia and Irene fell into a cold war, and the family fell into a cold state. It seemed that no one would compromise that this atmosphere would continue.

The master recorded the little professor's struggle under cold violence, but he was very speechless because the little professor is currently in good health physically and mentally. After all, he got up early in the morning and walked a long way to sell flowers, and he was busy until the afternoon. It was a brain-intensive subject, and he couldn't spare much energy to pay attention to other things, and fell asleep at night due to fatigue. In short, the little professor he hoped to appear in pain and finally worked for his mother did not appear at all.

God is going crazy.

Damn system, you raised the little professor into a healthy teenager, how can I study it.

The only consolation is that the little professor did not fall in love with Lily. This is the only good thing that the god thinks that stupid system did. After all, Professor Snape is such a contradictory person. If he fell in love with Lily, he might follow the original plot and become that powerful protection Or, what he wanted to study was the devastated person whose childhood scars caused psychological problems.But the problem is that the little professor was not destroyed.

Fortunately, very soon, on this day, the Great God saw an opportunity. He heard that after a long cold war, the Snapes and his wife finally had a big quarrel. Men and women shouted at the top of their lungs, smashed things, and wrestled.

At this time, little Sif, who had returned from selling flowers, walked into the house.

The Great God said, God help me too.

Together finally happened as he hoped, little Sev bit his little lip, looked weakly at the crazy parents he beat, and he made a decision.

"Dad, what time does the tavern need people?"

Tobia replied, "Just before dinner, I'll be back in the middle of the night."

Little Sif said, "I'll go to work for my mother."

Tobias was stunned.The matter was satisfactorily resolved.

The next night, before dinner, Tobia took his son out to the tavern.

Tobias looked irritable, and Sev looked depressed.

The Great God smiled, he should be in pain right now, just because of what he heard just now, he should also be full of the feeling of being abandoned now.The subject of his research is getting closer and closer to being destroyed.

In the afternoon, Sif came back early, and the system murmured about the loss of early work, but Sif said that he didn't want his father to wait for him.He entered quietly and was about to go upstairs when he heard an argument in his parents' bedroom.

The voice was very loud, and little Sif listened, wondering why his father was still complaining about his mother's refusal to go to work, since he had promised to take over.Why did Dad look even angrier.

At this time, his mother screamed and yelled something, and immediately froze little Sif on the spot, his whole body was cold.

It turned out that Irene had been to that tavern a long time ago. When Tobia first started drinking, she went to catch people, but she refused to go there after that. Why, Irene yelled, it was a dirty place, and she still She remembered how the woman in the bright red dress twisted back and forth at that time, and how the perverts in the corner manipulated the woman. She even noticed that many people came out to sell in the alley behind the tavern.What broke her even more was that the waitresses in the hotel were also selling.

Irene yelled: "Toby, you actually asked me to help in the kitchen. You don't know that working in a small hotel is selling your body."

Little Sif felt cold from head to toe when he heard it.Both mom and dad knew, but they let him go.

In the system space, the system himself was also stunned on the spot, and the master breathed quietly, ah, it was full of despair and madness.

At this moment, little Sif was walking with his father on the way to the small hotel. Tobia walked ahead with his head sullen, and Sif followed lightly with his head down. The eight and a half-year-old little Sif recalled what his mother said, the child His hands and feet went limp with fright.

The system kept trying to pay attention in its consciousness: "Little master, let's run away from home."

Little Sif: "Impossible."

The system continued: "Little master, you are now sitting on the ground and cheating."

Little Sif: "I've already promised."

System: "Little master, when you get to the hotel, go into the space and hide."

Little Sif: "I can't."

Having said that, their father and son had already walked to the door of the hotel. Seeing the noise coming from not far away, little Sif could not help hiding behind his father.

At the moment Tobia is also troubled.Irene's words stirred up his sensitive nerves. He didn't feel it before, but now the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes.Who knows if it's dangerous.

Tobias thought, this is my own son.

So Tobia suddenly turned his head, stretched out his finger and pointed at his son's forehead, threatening in a rough voice: "Remember, stay in the kitchen no matter what."

Little Sif nodded.

Tobia thought for a while: "If the boss asks you to come out to deliver things, don't come out, Dad will sit outside."

Little Sif looked up at Dad, then nodded.

Tobia took his son into the hotel, but before entering the door, he remembered something, and he turned his head: "Remember, don't look around, especially the alley behind the tavern, don't look at any noise."

Little Sif continued to nod.

The system can also feel that the little master's anger is suddenly relieved. It turns out that the scumbag father didn't want to sell his son, he just didn't expect that this job might be safe, and the scumbag father still cares about his son.

Tobia and his son approached the tavern and went straight into the kitchen. They saw a fat man in a greasy apron standing by the chopping board.Seeing them coming in, he stood up, looked them up and down, and said, "Toby, this is your son. He's too thin, I don't know what he can do."

Tobia said: "Fatty, I remember what you need is a helper who doesn't need to do heavy work."

The fat boss nodded: "Okay, little boy, work harder."

Sev nodded silently.

Tobias opened the door and went out, and Sev stood alone in the kitchen.

The system felt that the little master was really scared now, and he hurriedly encouraged: "Come on, come on, little master, you are the best, let this fat man know how good you are."

The fat chef came over, looked at little Sev harshly with small eyes and said, "Little boy, this is a tavern, not your home, so remember to behave well, don't let me see a lazy bone, or some thieves and cunning heads, otherwise I'll make you look good." The fat chef made a menacing gesture with his fat fingers, and little Sev looked at him and said, "No, sir."

Well, thought the fat cook, the boy is very calm.He said: "Next, let's talk about your work. Our tavern will provide dinner for nearby factory workers at dinner time. You need to make a lot of sandwiches and vegetable soup. After a while, you need to chop vegetables, mix sauce, and cook soup. Wait until the workers Everyone has left, you still need to light a fire, help me, the guests who come at night are more picky about the food. Now you know your job, if you understand, just say it, and then hurry up and chop the vegetables."

Little Sif nodded, then walked to the chopping board.

Little Sif picked up the heavy kitchen knife, paused, and said to the system, "I don't know how to cut vegetables."

The system replied with full confidence: "Little master, I will teach you, your hands are very dexterous, and the job of cutting vegetables will definitely not trouble you."

Now that the fat chef has finished training his little helpers, he walks to the stove and begins to live. He is very busy. Within half an hour when the factory closes, the crowd will flood in, and he will be very busy at that time.

He squatted down with difficulty, the big belly made him breathless, he built the fire, sat on the water, took out the salad dressing for tonight, and then the fat and cabbage slices of the stew.At this time, he stood up and stared at the stars, it was time to see how the little helper was doing.

He thought about where the little boy was and took a look, then he froze.The fat chef maintained a half-squat posture and turned into a statue, and the things in his hands almost didn't slip.

The little helper was standing next to the chopping board, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and the chopping board beside him was piled up with chopped vegetables.Each slice of the tomato was as thin as a cicada's wing and almost the same thickness, each piece of lettuce was exactly the same size as another, the potatoes were cut into perfect squares, the slices of lettuce were even, and the eggplants were small cubes, each The angles of one piece are almost exactly the same.

The fat chef stood there, and a sentence echoed in his mind: "Could it be that people cut this out? I always thought that only machines can cut to such a standard."

The system is proud, the little master is really talented, this sword skill can be mastered as soon as you learn it.

Satisfied, the fat chef pointed to another chopping board and went to cut the chicken.

Watching the little boy's slender fingers holding the kitchen knife deftly, cutting the chicken into beautiful and small shapes, this little helper is really good.

When Sever finished cutting the chicken, he turned his head, and the fat chef saw that the chicken had been divided into three piles.He looked strangely.

Little Sif explained: "The first pile is under-cooked half-raw chicken, the second pile is just right chicken, and the third pile is old chicken." He pointed to another pile under his hand: "This looks like expired chicken. .”

The fat chef felt he was tongue-tied, and after reading it for a long time, he choked out a question: "How did you get it out?"

"It feels and smells," said Little Sif.

The fat chef felt himself speechless.

He could only be astonished.

This little boy is great. The fat chef looks at the vegetables and meat on the chopping board. The perfect shape cut out is enough to make his sandwiches go up a few notches from the outer packaging, and the chicken category is even more superb. It used to be Some people complained that the chicken he sold had spoiled. Now it’s good. Mix the spoiled chicken evenly into every sandwich, who can taste it.

This little helper is hard to find, so we must let him stay for a long-term cooperation.

The fat chef started to make salad. The process of salad was complicated, so he asked his little helper to observe it.

He took out a large basin, put a little bit of torn bacon, then put a lot of toasted bread sides, and then put lettuce and half a black olive.

The next step is to adjust the sauce. The fat chef found a basin, beat an egg and stirred it, and then added olive oil several times to continue stirring. Same, is it black pepper, minced garlic, or lemon juice? The fat chef raised his head and thought about it, but he wanted to add a little Italian salted fish first.

Troublesome Caesar Salad.

He put in Italian salted fish, then black pepper, minced garlic, and it was done. He picked up the sauce and planned to pour it on the lettuce, but suddenly remembered that he forgot to put lemon juice. The fat chef cursed and added lemon juice, struggling Toss and finish with lettuce slices and croutons.

Finally finished a big pot, the fat chef started to make another big pot.Why does this salad require so many steps.He was stirring the sauce, and it seemed that the next step was to add minced garlic or tomato sauce, no matter what, it still tasted the same.

Suddenly someone beside him said, "Now we should add black pepper powder. Then minced garlic, stir well and then add lemon juice."

The fat chef raised his head, looked at the little boy who had been standing by and observed in surprise, and said in surprise, "You remember it all."

Little Sif nodded: "First add the eggs, beat until whitish, then add olive oil several times, beat until foamy. Then add salted fish, stir well, add black pepper and minced garlic again, mix, and finally Add lemon juice, stir and let stand."

The fat chef was tongue-tied again, what he said was good, but after reading it, he could tell if he was a little too smart.

This kid is so talented.

The fat chef simply pushed over a big basin, and you make me another one.Little Sif borrowed it and started stirring and mixing.

A few minutes later, the fat chef looked at the perfectly seasoned salad dressing pushed in front of his eyes, and was speechless.

This kid is not just so talented, this kid is a genius at this, look at you the way he stirs with a spoon and the way he sprinkles black pepper clockwise, tilts the bottle when he adds the lemon juice, He can guarantee that every time the drops are not too much or too little, the way he grinds the garlic does not look like it is the first time, and he squeezes the lemon and even produces more juice than others.

The boy's talent for churning, mixing, grinding, squeezing, and refining was unmatched.

The system is also praising, the little master is talented.

Three years later, the system wished to go back to the past all the time to prevent itself from saying this. That's not the talent of a chef, it's the talent of a potionist.

The fat chef looked at his little helper with admiration.

At this time, they heard the ringing of the bell in the distance, the factory was closed, and the workers poured out of the workshop, and the fat chef went to the window immediately, ready to do business.

☆、Tavern 2

Today's business is very good. The workers who bought dinner looked at the sandwiches in their hands. Many people were surprised and said that they looked much better than before.Many people bought an extra one after eating. The fat chef listened to the praise proudly, and looked back at the little helper who was making the sandwich. The slices of bread were cut neatly in his hands, and the sauce was mixed very evenly. With perfectly shaped vegetables and meat, it's hard not to praise.

The fat chef was very happy.

He said to the little helper, "Go cook the soup and watch the fire."

Little Sev put down his sandwich, ran to the stove, stood on tiptoe with a ladle and began stirring the vegetable soup.At this time, there were more and more workers, and the sandwiches at hand of the fat chef were in short supply. Every time little Sif stirred the soup for a minute, he had to run over to make a few sandwiches. The little boy was running around, sweating on his forehead.

Soon the fat chef who was also sweating profusely said: "The soup is not enough, make another pot."

Little Sif untied a stew pot from the rope, lifted it onto the stove with difficulty, added vegetables and meat under the guidance of the boss, and lit the fire.

There are more and more workers, and the two of them are getting more and more busy. Because the fat chef is guarding the window, the one who is busy running around the kitchen is little Sif.

During the busy break, the fat chef turned his head by accident, and then he was stunned.

I saw that the kitchen was in order, the two soup pots were bubbling, and his little helper was fast but not in a hurry.I saw that he first made a few sandwiches at the table, then rushed to the first soup pot to stir, then the second soup pot, and then cut some vegetables on the chopping board, stirred the salad, and finally ran back to the table to continue making some a sandwich.

So cycle.Nothing messed up.

The fat chef looked at the little helper strangely. God knows what method he used. The two pots were just boiling when he ran over.

Sev also has a chef's, um, or potionist's most valued talent in controlling the heat.

The fat chef watched his little helper flying around the field, and when he watched him in a daze, he had already made a bunch of sandwiches in an orderly manner, mixed half a pot of salad dressing, and cut up a chopping board of vegetables. Made two pots of soup.

He suddenly felt that he was invincible.

At this time, the workers outside the window couldn't wait for the sandwiches and started urging, and the fat chef turned his head and continued to work.While he was busy, he was thinking: "Tobia looks so bad, who knows he is actually a good one, probably the previous generations of his family were devout believers, and he only has such a good son in this life. Look This little guy, Tobias is sure to be able to live a good life as an old man when he gets old. This little guy, ah, this little guy, seems to be less than nine years old now, and the future is limitless. Seeing how capable he is, maybe What is the future of the chairman of a super department store."

When the workers passed by, the fat chef left the window. What will he do next? The fat chef looked at the kitchen. He must have been making sandwiches, mixing salads, and cooking soup in a hurry at this time, but the problem is Today, all these are done well, and everything is completed without any omissions.It seems that the appearance is better than what he did.

He looked at his little helper, who was leaning against the wall tiredly.This little helper must stay, God, he found a treasure.

The fat chef was in such a good mood that he decided to go out and get himself a drink, but before he went over again, he piled a few pieces of chicken on a plate, a couple of spoons of salad, and two sandwiches, and served it to his tired little helper.

Such a capable worker must be well supported.

The fat chef is out.Little Sev sat on a little bench and ate his salad.He asked the system: "How am I doing today."

System Lika praised: "Little master, you are amazing. I have never seen a child as old as you do so well. You are talented."

Little Sif asked: "Do you think I am suitable to be a chef?"

Little Sif didn't know that when he was in a hurry just now, he made a proof of creation of a potion, controlling the heat of two soup pots to bring out the great inspiration of cooking multiple potions at the same time.

The eight-and-a-half-year-old little Sif was thinking at this moment: "That chef is so fat, so does it mean that the chef's food is good, so a chef will not be starved."

The system immediately replied: "My little master is right. In fact, being a cook almost never goes hungry. Look at the kitchen. As long as a chef is in the kitchen, he can always find a way to eat."

Young Sif was busy with his supper.

The master is messed up in the space, system, this is Professor Snape, don't you want to turn him into a chef in addition to raising him to be a healthy and enterprising young man.This is Professor Snape.

When the fat chef walked out of the kitchen and went to the front desk, Tobia was sitting in the place where he always did in the tavern. He was in a bad mood today, so bad that he didn't drink a drink, so he was always sober, which made him feel worse.

He sat at a square table with a few drinking buddies who were always together. He held a wine glass in his hand, but his eyes were always looking at the door leading to the kitchen vaguely.

Tobias was worried, that fat boss is not a good person, and he can’t be expected to be merciful when he sees his son. His son must be working very hard. The image of that fat guy training his son couldn’t help but appear in Tobia’s mind, and then he The mood is even worse.

Tobias looked in that corner, damn it, it was today, and those villains were there, don't think he didn't know, those guys were here every week to do sex business.But why happened to be today, and his son was here too.I hope my son doesn't come out to deliver food, this guy is not a good person.Tobia looked at the kitchen worriedly. If his son dared to come out, he would push the little guy back.

Tobia picked up the wine glass, the wine was the best, and he was in a bad mood after a few sips of wine. At this time, the kitchen door opened, and he saw his son's figure flashing by the door, the little guy stood on tiptoe , struggling to stir a cauldron sitting on the stove, a gust of wind, flames shot out of Lao Gao.

As the father, Tobia almost jumped up, this is his own son, eight and a half years old son, what if he gets burned.The stove is so high, and the pot is so big.

At this time, the wind stopped, the door closed, and Tobias collapsed on the seat. What could he do? He sent his son. If he was scolded by the fat boss, he would not dare to really fight with him. .

Tobias was cowardly by nature.He raised his glass and felt better after drinking.

So the fat chef walked to the front desk and saw Tobias drunkenly holding a wine glass. The fat chef was in a good mood and gave Tobia a glass of whiskey for free. His son is so capable, he should be good as a father entertain.

The drunk Tobia drank a glass of wine in one gulp, then raised the wine glass sent by the fat boss, walked to the bar in three steps, and sat down heavily on the outermost seat.He seemed to be asleep with his head buried in his arms.

The fat boss got up and walked back, but only then did he realize that Tobia was so alive that he fell on the only way back to the kitchen, as if blocking the kitchen door.He sighed and pushed Tobia away.The little guy is alone in the kitchen, so he should hurry into the kitchen.

Little Sif sat alone in the kitchen. After dinner, he realized that something was wrong. There was a rustling sound coming from the back alley. His father dared him not to look at it, so he sat down in a place out of the window of the back alley. Huddled into a ball, try to ignore those rustling voices.

Suddenly the back window was pushed open, and a person jumped in.

Little Sif immediately pushed it to the side of the chopping board, and there was a poker near the stove.

Jumping in from the window was a young man with wild yellow hair stretched out and wearing a weird jacket. When he turned his head, little Sev saw that he had a piercing on his lip.Little Sif pushed into the shadows under the stove.

The system is also vigilantly watching for movement.

Only the Great God got excited, great, this is a drug-addicted hooligan, in the same room as the little professor, it seems that this is where the little professor was treated like this, and his father, that cowardly guy, of course dare not take revenge , had to drink, and then became addicted to gambling. The little professor paid off his debts.

The Great God looks forward to being destroyed.

As he wished, the junkie saw the little boy in the corner, he curled his lips, moved the silver ring on his mouth to show a malicious expression, and approached the little boy.

The little boy huddled in the shadows, looking at him with big black eyes in horror, and the junkie felt a malicious pleasure.

His hand was about to touch the little boy.

Little Sif reached out and grasped the burning poker behind him tightly, and if the person continued to approach him, he would hit him with a stick.

At this time, the door from the kitchen to the front desk was pushed open, and the fat chef walked in.

The two men in the kitchen stopped and looked at the fat cook.

The fat chef understood almost immediately. He trotted over, put his hand on the shoulder of his little helper, and said to the junkie: "Ah, so you are here. I said why didn't I see you today, they They're all sitting in the lobby, I'm probably waiting for you, so you're here." He pinched the little helper and pushed him to the back, and then wrapped his arms around the addict's shoulder: "I haven't seen you for a few weeks, come on, first drink I do."

He dragged the junkie out of the kitchen.

The Great God was extremely disappointed and angry, this fat chef is not a good person, shouldn't he be an accomplice, why now he saved people instead.

Of course he doesn't know that the fat chef is really not a good person, if his waitresses and waitresses can bring extra benefits, he doesn't mind what they do, and of course he doesn't mind junkies touching their little boys.

But this is not possible, this little helper is so capable and smart, is it easy to find such a little boy, this little boy can improve his business several levels.How can this guy be ruined.

The fat chef said to his helper: "Follow me closely, don't run around alone, now we continue to cook."

Little Sif was relieved.

It was very late that day, near midnight, Tobia woke up from the wine, and took his son on the way home.

The father and son walked quietly through the dark street.Tobia's head was throbbing.He took a deep breath and looked at his son.

Tobias, who woke up here, felt that he should say something, but he suddenly realized that he hadn't really talked to his son in the past few years.

He held back for a long time, and finally said: "I'm very tired today."

Sev raised his head and looked at his father: "A little bit, but it's okay."

The system yelled in consciousness, master, don't be shy, talk more, this is the time for father and son to communicate with each other after hard work.

So when Tobia continued to ask: "Did that fat man bully you?"

Sev just talked as much as possible: "Fortunately, the fat boss has been very busy. He taught me how to make sandwiches and gave me dinner."

Tobia nodded: "Fortunately, Dad has been