Mr. Oda and his friends

"Hello, your Mengmeng Ruxin Omurice and Udon noodles are ready."

The hostess held the tray tightly and went forward to deliver the food. The hem of the maid's skirt fluttered and drew a round and full lovely arc.

She broke the strange atmosphere that surrounded the table.

Miyata Hiyori took the opportunity to put down the fork and give way to her, leaving room for her to drop the tray.

"If you have any other needs, please feel free to call." The receptionist smiled back at the guests, then turned and walked towards another table of customers who had just entered the door and sat down.

Watching her leave, the little girl glanced at the other party's skirt and round-toed leather shoes for several times before retracting, continuing to have a headache on how to divide the cake.

Or... If you really can't think of it, just put it to the end?

She changed the spoon, carefully avoiding the shivering egg buns like slime, and slowly scooped up the rice grains bit by bit with the ketchup and sent them to her mouth.

"..." Mr. Fukuzawa watched her movements, and suddenly realized that it was very strange that the child would not touch the egg buns on the omelette rice.He looked at it for a while, then picked up the table knife and cut open the egg packet for the little girl: "Don't you like eggs? Children shouldn't be picky eaters, try as much as you can first."

The golden and fragrant semi-solidified egg liquid poured down and wrapped the rice, which made Hiyori Miyata go straight: "!"

It turned out that it was eaten like this!Mr. Fukuzawa is amazing!

The little girl lowered her head, and the spoon moved a little faster than before, but she still maintained a graceful and delicate eating appearance.There is an indescribable elegant rhythm in the slow movement, like a lonely flower bud projecting its silhouette on the sliding door in an old-style house.

Mr. Fukuzawa thought that he would encounter the first difficulty in raising a child. At the beginning, he fought against Luanbu a lot about "picky eaters". In the end, they all ended in failure. Malnutrition just let him go.

Unexpectedly, Hiyori Miyata said "can't eat" instead of "don't want to eat".

Seeing that she even scooped up the decorations on the plate, chewed and swallowed them slowly, she didn't look like a picky eater.Mr. Fukuzawa calmed down quietly and turned his attention back to the udon noodles in front of him.

If someone looks into the coffee shop from the outside through the glass window at this time, they will definitely praise this "father" for teaching the children well. The two "father and daughter" are so similar from the cold expression to the soothing action, they are biological at first glance, there is absolutely no mistake!

After the new customer finished ordering, the hostess walked briskly past here holding the menu tightly, and not long after, she gave a glass of freshly squeezed juice with a smile: "Hello, this is a special treat for the young lady."

Mr. Fukuzawa looked over her shoulder to the inside of the bar, and the elegant old man who was cleaning and wiping the juicer gave him a mild smile of encouragement.

"..."

It always feels like something is not right.

Miyata Hiyori followed his movements and turned her head back. The coffee shop owner who noticed her gaze was slightly bowed with one hand on his chest, and the little girl quickly turned back to look at Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Hey, just accept other people's kindness with peace of mind." He probably understood what was misunderstood, coughed awkwardly, and then patiently pointed out: "I need to thank the boss at this moment, and I don't know what to say to return it with a grateful smile. "

The little girl immediately put down the spoon in her hand, and faced the owner of the coffee shop again as if she was stuck, trying to mobilize the muscles at the corners of her mouth to squeeze out a "smile" that was uglier than crying.

This should be?

She recalled what the fusangshen had tried their best to teach her before the execution.

"Empty Cicada" can't laugh.

In human cognition, gods should not love to laugh.He wants to be fair and selfless. In order to be able to achieve these two points, all emotions are useless to Him, no matter sad or happy.

So "Empty Cicada" doesn't need to be able to laugh, it's better not to, and the artificial man doesn't need to learn this.

"..."

It's rare to see anyone who can ruin his appearance with a single expression. After the initial astonishment, the cafe owner narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips as if amused by a naughty child and shook his head helplessly.

You're welcome, never mind.

Fukuzawa Yukichi only saw the back of Hiyori's head, but didn't see her "uncanny" smile.Mr. President thought that since the little girl thanked her obediently, he didn't need to be too picky and demanding too much, so he also nodded to the boss and put the matter aside.

"Come with me tomorrow to meet an elder, and I will give you a clean identity."

When he was [-]% full, he put down his chopsticks and told her the next arrangement. What he didn't say was that Oda Sakunosuke also needed this endorsement.The broker the boy found was not very meticulous in handling things, and it is hard to guarantee that he will not reveal his secrets when he meets someone who is interested in him in the future.

But these operations that only adults understand, let's wait until she grows up to comprehend them.

It was inconvenient to talk with food in his mouth, so Hiyori could only nod vigorously up and down.

The little girl's big watery eyes made people feel soft and soft. Mr. Fukuzawa paused suspiciously, and continued the topic: "The name can be registered according to your own ideas, as for the age..."

Is she 11 or 12 years old?

"I'm 14, I'm going to be 15 soon." Trying to swallow the rice in his mouth, Hiyori reported his actual age.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was taken aback.

fourteen?fifteen?There is no mistake!

With a short stature and a body that shows no signs of development, he looks 12 years old at most.

——I have lived in a dark and dark courtyard since I was a child, eating exquisite and beautiful food that cannot mention the word "nutrition".

But Mr. President didn't know the stories behind them, he frowned worriedly: "In that case, let's change the itinerary a little bit for tomorrow, and go to the hospital for an examination first."

Don't be afraid of problems, but be afraid of not knowing where the problems are.

an examination?

Hiyori thought back to the researchers who showed up regularly in Honmaru.They turned her over and over every time like checking a machine, until half a tube of fresh blood was drawn out, and they disappeared with satisfaction.

The girl's calm and unwavering expression finally showed some ripples. Mr. Fukuzawa believes that this small change can be interpreted as "dislike".Afraid that she would be in conflict, he was about to use the rhetoric he used when he fumbled and checked his teeth, when the little girl sitting across from him lowered his head and nodded: "Yeah."

It's certain that I don't like hospitals and physical examinations very much, but I still agree obediently, this child is too obedient.

Cute is cute, but it's not a good habit.

Not saying no is a very dangerous thing, especially for girls.Fukuzawa Yuji's head was as big as a bucket, and he wanted to drag Miyata Hiyori's former caretaker out and beat him up.

What the hell, I have no sense of responsibility.If the child is taught like this, she may not be able to walk from the pier to Chinatown alive in a place like Yokohama.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the sudden irritability: "If you don't like or want to do something from the bottom of your heart, you might as well try to say it."

The answer Miyata Hiyori gave him was a brow with a small hair.

Only this... can't be done, "obedience" is engraved in her genes.

Ah, forget it.

This child has already learned enough lessons today, it is better to be eager for quick success than to take things slowly.Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed secretly. If he had changed his steps, he would have jumped up and expressed his dissatisfaction loudly by now, and cited countless pieces of evidence to support his point of view.

Compared with the last child, the new one made him feel more troublesome - he was not afraid that the child would ask too much, but he was afraid that she would keep everything in her heart and would not say anything.

He didn't have to compare two children with completely different personalities. No matter Edogawa Ranpo or Miyata Hiyori, in the eyes of Fukuzawa Yukichi, they are good children who need protection and guidance.It's just that mature men who are gradually getting closer to middle age really can't guess what the little girl is thinking, and they are worried that they may not do well and set an example worth learning for their children, and they are uneasy about it.

Mr. President completely forgot that Miyata Hiyori is the "family member" of the new employee, a "burden" that he could not bear.

Thinking about it from another angle, he can easily get rid of this burden by simply rejecting Oda Sakunosuke's application for employment; or he can also order Oda not to bring his family members into the office.Either way can solve the trouble, instead of trying to recall parenting knowledge like a headache like now.

But he didn't, not only did he not reject Oda Sakunosuke, but he even dragged the little girl he left behind to take care of him carefully under his wing.Just looking at this child's appearance that makes people easily have bad associations, he has 1 reasons to reject and hate her, but in the end he has no grievances regarding this little girl who really knows nothing as his own.

It's only been a few hours since he saw Miyata Hiyori for the first time in the morning, and I have to say that the former judge was lucky enough to draw a lottery from a lot.

"Not to mention tomorrow's itinerary, are you full?" Mr. Fukuzawa changed the subject bluntly, and pushed the small cake back to the center of the table.Probably guessing the reason why she was hesitant to use the fork before, he picked up the knife and chopped the beautiful snacks into pieces: "Go back to the office after eating, and you can choose for him when Oda is not back. A desk."

"Yes."

She became relaxed all of a sudden, and hurriedly responded.

——This kind of simple instructions with clear logic is my favorite, no need to think, no need to screen, just follow it.

The fork reached out to the small cake on the plate again, and Hiyori forked a piece to his eyes with a straight face.She took a serious look at it with a sense of ritual, and was about to open her mouth to bite, when several young people sitting together not far away exclaimed and pushed the chairs away from the dining table.

what happened?

Accompanied by screams, the strange woman at the table fell limply to the ground.Miyata Hiyori clearly saw that there was a delicate and beautiful little cake on her slipped table, um, it was exactly the same as the one on the fork in front of her.

Fukuzawa Yukichi naturally also saw this scene: "..."

What should I say?He has been familiar with similar things since he picked up Luanbu, and he even had Yuyu to remind the dazed little girl holding the fork to put down the suspicious piece of cake and stay away from the source of danger.

"Hello? Officer Takagi? Suspected food poisoning case, please bring an ambulance to the police as soon as possible. The address is just downstairs of my newly opened detective agency." He hung up the phone calmly, and he gave Hiyori a very important advice :

"If you are in trouble, call the police."