The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

In this world, there are human beings who are so bold that they dare to ask Miss PortMafia out to play casually. All the people who temporarily live in the other courtyard of the Chanyuan's house said to this-nice job!

Hurry up and get her out, and she's not happy about doing housework, sitting there with too many things to do, and ordering whoever she catches, regardless of whether she has other more important things at hand.She said it as if she wasn't the one who was looking forward to the Christmas celebration tomorrow night the most, but she was the one who created the biggest obstacle.

"Is there no smoked sausage? I want to eat cheese! What the hell is this apple soda?" The eldest lady, who was making trouble in the kitchen, was picked up by Verlaine who couldn't bear it, and thrown into the yard, sitting lazily and watching the three children decorate the Christmas tree. The Chanyuan Shier happened to receive her, so he "planted" her on the ground and stood her up.

"Do I have to prepare a barrel of beer for you? Don't deepen the impression of Germany on people who don't know the truth!"

Verlaine stretched out a long-handled spoon and pointed at the troublemaker threateningly, Mori Yuki turned his face away angrily, and almost whistled to show his innocence.

Mrs. Mei was still recovering, so she was excluded from the housework queue, and could only sit on the porch with hot milk wrapped in a thick shawl, smiling and watching the excitement.An expert specializing in neurological disorders flew from the United States to carefully examine her and told Shier of the Zen Academy the good news—his wife does not have any neurological problems, but just ordinary postpartum weakness, but I don’t know why, Mei’s Symptoms far exceed the average level of clinical manifestations, and even reach the point of threatening life.

After learning the news, the man secretly raised eyebrows at his son for several days, until Xiaohui cried and complained to his mother, and he was severely punished by Mei, at least not daring to bully his son in public.

"Ah! Didn't you say that a boy asked you out to play? Do you need me to help you choose a skirt and comb your hair? Let the men do the housework, and they can only do it for a few days throughout the year."

She stood up with a smile and wanted to help, but Mori Yuki pushed her back again, amplifying her voice so that Verlaine, who was wandering around in the kitchen, could hear: "I'll go to Mr. Rimbaud and ask him to braid my hair!"

Verlaine: "..."

This kid is really annoying!

Rimbaud just escaped from the courtyard and was dug out again in the bedroom. He picked up the comb while laughing and sighing: "What kind of braid do you want?"

The handsome girl in a hooded sweater and overalls bent her big eyes: "It must be the same as Mr. Verlaine's!"

"All right……"

There is no other way for the "daughter" to be too jealous. The long-haired young man had to slowly braid her sideburns into thin braids under the unkind eyes of relatives and friends, and merge the ends into the other hair curled and draped over his shoulders: "You dress up like this to go out with boys?"

"Otherwise? It's not a meeting, it's not a banquet, and it's not about business. It's more convenient to relax."

In that guy's eyes, she was just an ordinary girl from an ordinary shipping company, and she just took advantage of the trend to think that he was an ordinary silly son of an ordinary landlord.To be honest, Wu Tiao is not stupid at all. Not only is he not stupid, but his IQ is probably a lot higher than the average level.But for some reason, he can always create an "I'm stupid" atmosphere. Maybe the second-year teenagers are more happy?

Probably because he is used to crushing everything with force, so it seems that he doesn't like to use his brain very much.

Rimbaud stopped his movements in surprise, and glanced sideways at the girl who didn't know that she suddenly started to burst out with pink bubbles: "That should be a very good boy...you are happy."

Otherwise, the little witch would not have met him with the face closest to the real one.Thinking in this way, the young man chose a hairband inlaid with amethyst from the gift from Guangjin Liulang to tie her hair. The fluffy and slightly curly black hair dragged like a sheep's tail. Playful, playful and cute.

She obviously wanted to take it seriously, and it was completely different from the joking "love" before.

Mr. Rimbaud, who is a painless father, is very worried—think about that fake ex-boyfriend, he still doesn’t know if he has woken up from the ICU bed, and if this disappoints Yuki...do I have to replace him? She disposes of a corpse or something?

When the gate of the other courtyard was knocked twice, Shier, who was strolling to open the door, turned back with a late mother's face after seeing the visitor clearly: "Miss Yuki, someone is looking for you!"

Hey, it turned out to be a brat from the Wutiao family, how did these two people get together?

For a while, those who cooked soup in the kitchen, those who basked in the sun on the porch, those who worried about the aftermath, and those who decorated the Christmas tree, including the fat tabby cat who came to eat from time to time, poked their heads out from behind the lattice door or pillars to look at this place. A "warrior".

The white-haired boy in casual clothes also wore a pair of sunglasses. The young lady said that her beautiful eyes were hidden behind the glasses, but the overall image... Zenyuan Mei sighed softly: "It's so beautiful, it fits well. "

"What is suitable, that is a troublesome brat."

Mr. Shier can disregard his employer's life and death, but his wife can't bear to think that other men are good-looking.Immediately there were three people missing in the yard, and Xiaohui followed her father's legs and raised her fists to protest his "violence" of carrying her mother away.

Mr. Rimbaud's palms were itchy, and he really wanted to release a subspace body to explode something.But he didn't do anything in the end, he just brushed Yuki's "sheep tail" with a comb: "Go out and play, it's your birthday today, come back early to eat cake."

Is there such a thing as preparing cakes in the other courtyard?The eldest lady was full of doubts, this was completely different from what she said before, "Just don't come back to send a message at night"!

Verlaine smiled after receiving the slightly ferocious gazes from his relatives and friends, and said it was okay, it was just a cake, and the artificial man was omnipotent.

So you are all fishing for me? !

The eldest lady puffed up her face.

"That's great... Yuki-chan's family is so kind, I'm so envious..."

Gojo Satoru successfully asked someone to go out, walking a little more arrogantly than usual.Although he didn't look straight at the road at first, but now he looked very aggressive.

——Everyone in the other courtyard of the Chanyuan family looks at the girl he likes with such warm eyes, which is something to be happy about.

"Yes, they are just my employees."

It was rare for the eldest lady to speak hard, and she was immediately dismissed: "If it's just employees, there's no need for many people to exist!"

The young man looked down at her hand in the pocket of the overalls, and looked at her for several times without waiting for a response, so he broke down the stage angrily.

"I'm happy, I'm happy, I can afford it!"

Knowing what he wanted, Yuki deliberately waited until he couldn't help meowing before pulling out her hand: "Do you have an opinion?"

I always feel that someone has robbed me of my lines. The young man was depressed for about three seconds, and immediately put this little episode behind him, and happily grabbed the hand that others did not agree to lend him: "Let's go, let's go!" I invite you to eat dim sum. Do you like Japanese style or Western style? Either way, I know the best place to eat it!"

In island countries, the stereotyped impression of men is that they should hate sweet and greasy food. I didn't expect this man to speak out about this hobby that would be despised by others.Three minutes had passed, and Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that the young people in the clan had reminded him that girls would not like naive boys.Like to eat sweethearts, which is undoubtedly childish behavior.

Just... 3 minutes have passed, Nuan Nuan can still eat that sentence and express it again!

"I want it all!"

Yuki Mori, who has no resistance to sweets, doesn't think there is anything wrong with this date schedule. Wouldn't it be good to sit comfortably in a pastry shop for a day?

She looked up at Gojo Satoru, who was thinking seriously. The latter probably restarted and updated the program, and waved his hands in response as if he had confirmed something: "I think so too, hehe!"

Is there anything more satisfying than finding out that someone you like can become a fan friend?No!

"Let's go~ buy Daifuku first, then eat cakes! Where do you want to go in Kyoto?" She said wearing overalls and canvas shoes, which is super convenient no matter where she goes!

"You can lead the way, let alone Kyoto, I am not familiar with the roads in Tokyo." Mori Yuki turned his head and thought: "Or just follow the crowd and walk casually, wherever you go, it counts."

"Okay, okay!" It's great to walk casually, without having to work hard on brain cells.

The boy took advantage of the opportunity to put his paws into the coat pocket, and stuffed them with Mori Yuki's hands - put them in my pockets and they are mine, no one will give them to them!

Both of them are tall and have strong mobility. When they act, they don't care much about the opinions of unrelated people. There is no need to guess riddles when chatting. It is naturally smooth and happy.It seems that Lanshan has been left behind, and there is an old shop selling traditional dim sum in front of it.

"Dafuku is more delicious than dry pancakes. They are so soft that they won't choke your throat. I recommend the creamy edamame filling!" Gojo Satoru poked a sample with a toothpick and stuffed it towards Mori Yuki, who looked suspiciously tall like a black cat. High and low studied this devilish combination: "What the hell! What is edamame?"

She looks like a mixed race, and the clerk often receives foreigners, and immediately introduces the source of edamame skillfully, and Mori Yuki is confused: "Isn't it just immature, green soybeans? Sweet Is it possible?"

"Oh, try it!"

A quarter of a disembowelled white and green soft glutinous snack was served in front of him. If the food sent by Dazai Osamu could be backhanded, the girl would have stuffed this thing back into his own mouth, but the smiling man in front of him The white-haired boy... She thought for a while, then leaned slightly and bit his kindness into her mouth: "Mmm, it's very sweet!"

It's sweetness that most people can't stand, but she thinks it's okay.

"Right!"

"Uh-huh!"

When the two customers were sent away, the clerk's face was almost crooked--today's business task has been successfully completed, and all the sales will be commissioned, Saigao!

A few hours later, a pair of particularly conspicuous teenagers and girls walked on the oily path in Gion, where only two people could walk side by side. Their good looks were partly the reason. Discuss whether to have another carnival version of the crepe.

When it comes to crepes, Mori Yuki, who has actually sold crepes, has no hope for most of the products on the market: "It's too stingy, just a little bit of cream, and a little bit of fruit, for fear that no one can eat it." up?"

"That's right! Every time I go to eat and look at the gaps that haven't been filled, it makes people extremely angry!" Gojo Satoru, who is very good at eating this stuff, agreed: "Obviously the stuffing is the aesthetics, it's too much! "

She stretched her body and jumped over the low-lying stone slabs easily, like a dandelion with its petals open and claws: "When you go to Tokyo to find me, I invite you to go to Takeshita to eat crepes. If they don't taste good, you can smash the stalls." the kind!"

Except for the most famous one, PortMafia has set up an intelligence point there, and the young lady who dares to do bad food can of course overturn the shop and fire them.

Behind her walked geisha girls in splendid attire.Pink □ □ white face, scarlet full lips, standing slightly hunched over, with the most pleasing smile after training on the corners of the eyes and brows.It cannot be said that it is not beautiful, but there are many kinds of beauty.

——I like this kind of wild ones, the young man heard his heart say this as he chased after the girl who jumped down the steps in two or three steps.

"What's that?" She turned to look up at him and asked when she got to the bottom of the steps. Gojo Satoru glanced at the geisha who was slowly walking past on clogs: "Staff, haven't you seen it?"

I watched it so seriously at the maple appreciation feast at Wutiao’s house, I only looked back and forth twice, and watched those people for a full 10 minutes.

"I didn't expect their daily life to be like this." Mori Yuki took two steps backwards, looked up to see the young man on the steps walking towards him intently, and the two of them didn't even cast a glimmer of affection at the side of the road. The tender geisha: "It seems to be quite tired."

"Tired or not is just a profession, since you have chosen it, don't complain." Wujo Satoru walked up to her, bowed his head and smiled: "Most geisha will choose to retire early as long as they meet suitable customers, and they can marry rich men." Talent is their ultimate goal. You see, there is a long row of red fences with names written on the outside of Yangwu, each of which is a Taifu who once opened here."

Mori Yuki followed his line of sight, and sure enough, there were red wood chips engraved with names all over the flower pond: "Ah..."

She didn't know how to describe this kind of "trading", and she didn't know whether the islanders were open to it, or they really didn't mind it at all.They don't seem to be so generous, are there still a small number of men and women who accidentally die in Huangquan every year because of various scandals?

This hesitation caused the young man to misunderstand. Gotjo Satoru, who is still able to eat people, realized that he seemed to be talking too much, so he hurriedly stuttered and tried to explain: "I only listened to my family talking about it! The specific situation ... I don’t know! I don’t know anything! They say I’m still young, so there’s no need to know too much!”

"..." Mori Yuki, who knows a little bit about this, glanced at him, looking a bit like a fool in it: "Then you still dare to lead the way here? Be careful that some big sister will catch you later eat it!"

She bulged her cheeks, her big purple eyes rolled around slyly, and the delicate braid on her forehead made her look even more picturesque.The girl stretched out her hand and made a "grab" movement, which was not as fierce as she imagined, but made innocent passers-by so cute.

"Ah! It's terrible!"

In a sense, the boy who had been manipulated covered his face with one hand and turned his head—the heartbeat is disordered, am I suffering from some serious illness? !

In the evening, the two young people stood outside the gate of the Zenyuan's other courtyard and said goodbye. It was rare for Mori Yuki to invite outsiders to come to his Christmas dinner.

"Verlaine knows how to cook French food! The taste is really good! Tomorrow... If you have nothing else to do, come and try it. Make more arrangements for the set of knives and forks."

She kicked away the small stones that rolled from nowhere, and the white-haired boy quickly stretched his legs to stop the stones that were about to roll on the mountain road: "That's great, I'm worried that I have nowhere to take them. The old people at home are really too talkative Lah, there are rules and regulations in everything, you are not allowed to do this and you are not allowed to do that, it is so annoying."

It is true that there are many family activities around the New Year, but it is not important whether or not the head of the family participates in those activities.It's all superficial work for outsiders to watch, copied and pasted year after year, and probably the ancestors will feel bored and don't want to watch it anymore.

In contrast, of course, it is more important to stay with the girl you like and brush up her family's favorability points by the way.

"Then it's settled," Wutiao boy said with a look of wishing to squat in front of someone else's house until the next morning, and quickly responded as if he was afraid that Yuki Mori would regret it: "I will come over early to help tomorrow afternoon, and I will do it." Rice! Really will!"

Mr. Rimbaud, who forcibly snatched the job from Shier of the Chanyuan and came to open the door, nodded in his heart when he heard this sentence.

Knowing how to cook is a plus, yes.Anyway, if you dare to hand over the kitchen to Miss Mori, she will let you eat nine meals of semi-finished products plus raw materials in three days.It can't be said that German sausage and cheese are not delicious, but they can really eat like this for a lifetime without getting tired, which is quite admirable to the French.

"Ahem!" The long-haired young man opened the thin wooden gate of the Zenyuan's other courtyard, and faced the young man wagging his tail at his "own" daughter outside with a smile that belonged to the transcendent of the space system: "Missy is back?"

Just like the vast majority of Europeans can't distinguish the faces of Asians, the vast majority of Asians can't understand the characteristics of Europeans. In addition, when they were nervous for a while, the five teenagers opened their mouths and limped: "Hello, Father, please meet me for the first time." Please take care, I will send Yuki-chan back!"

The elongated ending also contained a bit of coquettish twists and turns, which made Rimbaud tremble: What kind of strange flower is this?

The key point is that this "father" is a general term, which can be used to refer to one's own father or father-in-law. Shi Er, who came out to watch the excitement, almost laughed so hard that his feet slipped—it's really you. Wutiao, Calling the wrong name is fine, and you are so careless about calling yourself, who gave you the courage to do this.

Verlaine who also came to see the excitement: "..."

Not only is this guy not very smart, but his eyes are also not very good. He is a Frenchman and a German of mixed race. Tell me they look alike?

Mori Yuki: "..."

See, I'll just say he's stupid, and it seems like a good choice to bring him back to Daddy.

"Eh?"

The only person who was out of the situation felt super good about himself, and even had a lot of memories that didn't exist in his brain.

"Okay, you go home too, see you tomorrow!"

The girl couldn't help saying that she stretched out her hand to push her away, and Gojo Satoru really followed her strength and turned around and walked up the mountain: "See you tomorrow, there's more!" He stopped, and deliberately stretched out his hand to mess with her neat little braid: "Happy birthday to you, hahahahahahahahahaha!"

It's fried, it's fried!She was like a black cat that was suddenly pushed down and sucked madly, her whole body was full of confusion and incredible aura.

The "employees" who stood in the yard and watched this scene showed dead fish eyes.

If this guy is finished, he will definitely be hated by the eldest lady for the rest of his life.If he dared to make her really unhappy, he would end up no better than those members of the organization she ordered to execute.

"What are you looking at! Have you finished your work!"

The stern young lady yelled at these fish-hunters angrily: "If you haven't finished it, why don't you hurry up and work for me!"

The sound is quite loud, and the risk factor is infinitely close to zero.

On the other side of Arashiyama, the other courtyard of the Gojo family.

The head of the family went somewhere to play for a long time without seeing anyone, and he came back so late with a sweet taste of butterscotch. The elders and clansmen who were left behind by him on the way back from exorcising the curse were unavoidably worried.

——The son of God is getting bigger and bigger, and the chances of controlling him are getting less and less. As a "six eyes" that can only appear once in hundreds of years, the Wutiao family needs to ensure that the head of the family must stand on the same chain of interests as the family.

What is the reason why Wujo Satoru suddenly yearns for freedom so much?When he was young, he might occasionally be picked up and educated by the elders of the clan. After entering adolescence, the boy quickly grew from a symbolic "patriarch" to a powerful patriarch, and the possibility of using force to suppress him was completely zero.Since then, the elders of the clan can only focus on "persuasion", trying to correct his words and deeds as much as possible, but unfortunately... Maybe it's because the discipline was too rigid in the early years, this child rebounded extraordinarily, and he didn't like soft or hard , especially have their own ideas.

Although he has never cared about his clansmen, let alone the development of the family, as long as he can honestly stay in the designated place and do things that meet the expectations of most people, it is not unacceptable that his words and deeds occasionally go out of line.I'm afraid that the young people will be unrestrained and suddenly come up with some moths that will catch the whole family by surprise.

For example, recently, I especially like to buy some clothes that do not conform to the aesthetics of the ancient family.

For another example, in the past few days, I always don’t know where I ran without seeing it.

Another example is that you have to make a fuss about going to Tokyo to go to school.

As a conjurer with a family lineage, Wujo Wuda can invite the best tutors in the country to line up to teach him, without having to go to an outside school to study.Even if he wanted to go, no matter what he thought about between Tokyo and Kyoto, he should choose the latter which was closer to home.Where is the Tokyo Conjuration College?The concentration of mud-legged civilian magicians!

So which link went wrong, is the Patriarch trying to get rid of control completely? !