The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Do you know, Master Wu has any unusual moves lately?" The old people stopped the young people, their expressions were treacherous and their eyes were dark, like a hyena.This young man was suddenly valued by the head of the family a few months ago, and he was specially asked to go in and out with him. He must know something beyond their control.

The young man was agitated, and subconsciously opened his mouth wide, but then closed it quickly—with restraint and control, he couldn't speak even if he wanted to.Furthermore, offending both sides is not a wise choice, it is better to grit your teeth and keep your mouth shut, just pretending that you don't know anything.They have already been scared by the Patriarch Lianmeng and boarded the boat, and it is too late to regret it now.

For these elderly people who know how to protect themselves as they get older, they only need a beginning, and they will naturally find some clues by following the smell. Even denying it is an attitude, and it is impossible to hide it.The young man made some calculations in his heart and decided to give up struggling and lie down completely.If these old people get angry, they will get angry. For the Wutiao tribe, they can only eat a family law at most, and it's not that they can't bear it.

He can clearly tell the difference between staying in the hospital for half a month without a meal, or being dependent on the hospital bed for the rest of his life.

The young man who was forced into the corner lowered his head and cleared his throat. After a lot of evasion, he spit out the excuse he had thought up: "Ahem, how can I know the whereabouts of Mr. Wu? But a few days ago, I heard Mr. Wu say that , I want to go to the High School of Conjuration, maybe these few days is exactly what I'm going to do."

According to the experience handed down in the past, the elders of the family can't imagine that the young people today are so courageous that they dare to talk nonsense in front of the elders.Looking at the determined expression of the other party, they thought about it and accepted this explanation with half-belief—maybe Mr. Wu really just reached the age where he would have a strong curiosity about the outside world and want to explore?Boys, before they grow up and mature, they will infinitely yearn to go to a place farther away from home.

There are not many boys of the same age as Gojo Satoru in the Gojo family, even if there are, those children will inevitably avoid Liuyan after being told by their parents.Especially in recent years, after entering puberty, Gojo Satoru's strength has grown as quickly as his height to an unmatched level. To him, a whole generation of young clansmen is the same as other conjurers of the Yusanjia. What a noticeable difference.Thinking about it this way, it seems that the head of the family cannot be blamed for always running outside. People are group animals after all. Since there are no peers at home who can play with him, it is only natural to go outside to look for them.

The problem is that it is even more impossible to find it outside?Those commoner magicians used all kinds of wild ways, all kinds of messy moves, without any regard for decent style, and they were not as strong as the young people trained under the orthodox system within the family.It is foreseeable that Lord Wu will be disappointed in the end.

Well, maybe in a few days he'll give up and come back and stay at home.

The family elders looked forward to it with great anticipation, and the routine family activities the next morning went very smoothly.Just when everyone was thankful that the Patriarch was finally willing to obey... After the lunch break, the servants came to report tremblingly: if one didn't pay attention, the Patriarch ran away and disappeared.

The old people called all the people who were with Gojo Satoru to inquire one by one, and soon found out that the young man who was called by him to follow him was absent.After searching for a while, everyone was surprised to find that he somehow got tricked into it and locked him in the family taboo, unable to get out. They finally lifted it out and saw that the child was almost frozen to death, trembling and unable to speak clearly. .Afterwards, the whole family searched the clan land and various houses, but in the end they couldn't find half of Wutiao Wu's sunglasses legs.

Well, of course I can't find it within my own area. I'm afraid I'm already eating my second lunch in the courtyard of the Chanyuan's house with a rice bowl.

"If it doesn't work, let someone say hello to the bank, use the excuse of supervising minors to obtain the geographical location of Master Wu's account changes in recent days, and then send someone to inquire..."

The family has a way to monitor the whereabouts of the bear child. The main reason for not doing this before is to save face for the head of the family, but if he doesn't care about everyone's feelings at all, then don't blame others for using some means.

The young man lying on the bed pretending to be dead but actually eavesdropping: "..."

It's over!I don't know if it's too late to book an ambulance for myself.

The family elders who deliberately discussed this matter next to him: Plan to pass!

No one is willing to provoke the Son of God until it is absolutely necessary, even if it is only a possibility.If you can use this method of insinuating to remind the Patriarch to pay more attention to the emotions of the clansmen, you may be able to solve the problem without hurting each other's face.

Hehe, if someone can have this kind of heart, then it will really rain frogs from the sky.

The reason why Gojo Satoru developed this increasingly lawless character is largely related to the way these old people were educated in their early years - in the past, the Son of God sat on the altar as they wanted, not seeing his feet in the world Suffering, the six eyes stared at the distant future in the way they wanted.Now, instead of them being gradually left behind by the Patriarch, because no one can see the scenery in his eyes, and no one can break the barriers they set up with their own hands.

When it was found that there was no obvious difference between the clansmen and outsiders in the eyes of the patriarch, the nerves of the patriarchs were brought to the brink of explosion.And the young master Wu Tiao, who they had been thinking about in every possible way, was standing in someone else's kitchen in a cat's claw apron, doing chemical experiments.

Verlaine has already prepared the ingredients for the evening. In order to ensure the health of his heart, he decided to leave the kitchen for two idle young people to play.The destructive power of these two guys when they have nothing to do can't be described as one plus one equals two. One is full of bad water, and the other is super active. No one knows what tricks they can make.It's better to let them ruin the kitchen. Anyway, the eldest lady is not short of money. If you blow up one, you can repair another one that is exactly the same. Don't feel bad for her.

—— Mori Yuki is sitting on the small bench in front of the oven to peel cheese blocks. She often did this job seven or eighteen years ago, and she is extremely skilled.At the beginning, little Alice tried every means to save as much content as possible on the cheese rinds so that she could take it home to satisfy her hunger if the boss didn't mind. This was what she relied on to survive the cold winter before going to sea with Father Denard.Even though she made a lot of money in the sea afterwards, she did not dare to reveal that wealth in front of others due to the force value of the three members of the Wilgent family, the old and the weak, women and children, who could be bullied by anyone. The most important food supplement in the family is dry cheese.

I don't get bored every day, I really don't know if she is easy to raise or difficult to raise.This is probably the place where Little Alice is most like a German. She can really eat this kind of semi-finished food without getting bored for a lifetime, and she is full of resilience.

The cheese was half cut and the girl started to lose her mind. She reached out and took out a bagel the size of a ping-pong ball and threw it to Gojo Satoru, who was whipping the egg whites.The round bread hit an invisible barrier, and the moment it bounced off, the boy threw away his chopsticks and reached out to fish it back in time, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite: "It's too hard, not sweet, not delicious!"

"Alkaline bread, you have to chew patiently for a while before you can taste the aroma of wheat."

She took one for herself, and stuffed the others back: "If you don't like it, forget it."

"Then I'll try it again." He chewed the remaining half for a long time before he could barely distinguish a little bit of the faint scent of grains.

It was really not tasty, dry and hard.

He picked up the chopsticks and continued to stir the egg whites, and soon another tan sphere flew over in the air.

"What is this!" The egg white was thrown aside again, this time the feeding was a complete success, the white-haired boy's eyes lit up after eating the chocolate: "It's delicious, let's go out together tomorrow and buy a few more boxes?"

"Castle chocolate from Germany. Don't buy it. I have plenty of it. I'll give you half of it later."

Mori Yuki picked up a knife and continued to peel the cheese skin. Due to the huge difference in physical skills between the two, the egg whites on Gojo Satoru's side were beaten into dense clouds, and the cheesemen on her side barely finished taking off their old clothes.

"I want to ask, miss, do you plan to let us go on a diet with you to lose weight?"

Zenyuan Shier, who loves his wife dearly, was sent to check how far the kitchen bombing had been completed, and was surprised to find that the fruits of labor of the two young men smelled pretty good.

"It's hard to find an employee like you who dares to urge the boss to cook." Yuki Mori glanced at him and opened the oven: "The cinnamon apple pie will be ready soon."

She casually sprinkled small pieces of cheese on the pie, and closed the oven door again with a "snap": "15 minutes."

Shier in the Chanyuan folded his arms and leaned against the door frame in a daze. A few years ago, I would never have imagined that one day I would see this scene—the boy who was regarded as the son of God by the Wutiao family was painstakingly making ice cream.It's really hard to believe that he also has such a domestic side, as if he can move around with just a shout.

Well, only Miss Yuki dared to order anyone around.

"Look at that fart! Come here to help when you have time." Not looking at other people's leisure, Mori Yuki pointed to the refrigerator: "Go and cut some fruits and put them on the plate. If they don't look good, the wages will be deducted!"

After watching the excitement, he put himself in, Zenyuan Shier rolled his eyes and staggered into the kitchen: "Rang Rang, accidental injury is fine."

The sight that could not be ignored pierced from behind, the young man shrugged his shoulders, and pulled out a fruit knife from the wall to show off a knife that was worth admiring.Before the apple could react, it turned into a plate of bunnies, and the orange chunks were clean and just right for a bite.He held the plate in one hand and brought it to Yuki, smiling a little sternly: "Miss, does this count as a value-added service beyond the agreement?"

"Hey!"

The white-haired boy slammed the refrigerator door, turned around, and stared at Zenyuan Shier with his beautiful blue eyes.As if the pupils carved out of precious stones revealed an inhuman quality, the black-haired young man turned his back, and when he lowered his head, he accidentally caught sight of the purple-eyed girl who looked up at him with a half-smile.

The clear purple became a little lighter, thinking of the person who made her show this expression last time, Chan Yuan Shier stood up straight and took the plate, and walked out of the kitchen without looking sideways.

The 36 plan is the best policy, if you continue to stay as a light bulb, there is absolutely no good fruit to eat.

"What agreement did that guy sign with you?"

Gojo Satoru tried to make himself less aggressive, Mori Yuki looked at him sideways and smiled: "What's the matter?"

"Tell me!" The boy dragged a small bench and sat in front of her, his voice soft like a coquettish cat: "Tell me~"

The girl withdrew her gaze, and nimbly put the other cheese on the tool and rubbed it into small pieces: "He is my watchdog now, and will be my colleague in the future. I promised a PortMafia cadre position."

"Port Mafia?"

This word is a bit familiar, as if I heard it somewhere?

Gojo Satoru moved his fingers subconsciously: "Social groups in Yokohama?"

"You are so reserved." Mori Yuki smiled and stuffed the last remaining cheese butt into his mouth: "Mori's Shipping Company is the official name of PortMafia, and few people have mentioned the difference between the two recently. connection between them."

The white-haired boy blinked, dragged the small bench forward twice, and asked earnestly, "Is it the same as on TV? Tattoos, severed fingers, etc. Is it fun?"

There was no fear or discrimination in the words, but they were excited to check the authenticity of the rumors.

"How do I know!" The eldest lady said with an innocent face, "I can't just grab a member and ask him to take off his clothes and show me if he has any tattoos? Probably not, we don't like that, and we don't even cut off fingers. The crippled fingers will reduce people's ability to work. If you can't do things, you can teach them. There is no point in making people crippled except to reduce work efficiency."

PortMafia's talent training model is different from other organizations, and it will not easily damage the physical integrity of members. However, if it is said that people who can be persuaded to leave alive, only Oda Sakunosuke has been in recent years.

"So..." Gojo Satoru took out his brain and turned around to understand why she became Zenyuan Naoya's fiancée: "The Mori Shipping Club needs the influence of the Zenyuan family to achieve a certain goal?"

"That's right!"

Talking to smart people saves effort, and Yuki Mori does not shy away from this topic: "My father hopes that the Chanyuan family can put some pressure on the Ministry of Internal Affairs so that the latter can make decisions that are conducive to the development of the organization."

"Why not choose the Wutiao family? The Wutiao family can do the same, or even do better!"

He puffed up his cheeks unhappily, and poked the small bowl of cheese once in a while: "If you choose Wutiao's house, I will never let you live in such an inconvenient broken yard."

The Arashiyama Bieyuan, which is comparable to a listed building, became a "broken yard" in his mouth. Mori Yuki snorted and moved away the pitiful little pot he poked: "Have you connected the network cable to the Wutiao house? The air conditioner is installed. ?"

"..." The young master Wutiao, who didn't even have a personal mobile phone, put his face down all of a sudden: "Although there is no internet connection, at least there is an air conditioner!"

"The three Yu families are all the same, there is no essential difference. I will choose the Chanyuan, just because the Chanyuan family is bad enough but relatively shameless, so it is easier to bully. As for the Wutiao family...Mr. Mori didn't give me this option."

Mr. Sen did not give his daughter this option.

The main reason is that the situation of the Wutiao family is too special, and others are not short of money. He is not sure to persuade the old people of the Wutiao family to accept cooperation.

Mori Yuki looked indifferent - anyway, it is a marriage contract that is destined to be dissolved, is it necessary to care about it?

Of course it is necessary!

Gojo Satoru was not happy, and the little pot wouldn't poke him, so he twisted the little stool he was sitting on and creaked: "Zenyuan Naozai is very annoying, his mouth stinks to death, no one wants to play with him, not to mention his weak strength , don’t count on him, just look at me! I’ll go back and tell them to negotiate with the Chanyuan family, and ask you to come here, okay?”

"No, the business license for the ability has already been obtained, and I have no reason to stay in Kyoto." Mori Yuki said this deliberately, seeing that the white-haired boy was breathing a little harder, and threw out the second half of the sentence: "It must be the latest spring equinox. It will be lifted, and I should go back to Tokyo."

"Besides, I'm not an object, and I can still come and go."

This sentence made her extremely unhappy, and her expression turned cold.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression of satisfaction and disappointment on his face at the same time: "It's not what you think. I don't like you belonging to others, even in name. If a little family interest can exchange your freedom, that's simply A deal that couldn't be more cost-effective. Alas, the rotten oranges in Yusan's family really don't listen to people, but this method is in line with the calculations in their stomachs."

Bo Hong slowly climbed up to the tips of his ears, and for the first time in his life, the boy looked away from others: "Besides, it's an appointment, so I can go and play with you when I go to Tokyo to study."

This time, the person who stopped was replaced by Mori Yuki. She first turned her mouth upwards, and immediately turned her face away to find fault: "I am very precious, and the flow of funds that come in and out of my hands every day is so large The three families can't imagine. In addition, I also control the largest information trading network in East Asia, and some family interests are not enough to buy my labor force. In my eyes, your family is nothing more than a local rich man."

"It doesn't matter. If you want, I will give you the Wutiao family. I will beat anyone who dares not listen to you." The young man said this kind of words that would make the elders collectively suffer from myocardial infarction. After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "It's okay to set a restraint, my spell power alone is enough to cover the entire Wujo family."

"..."

The girl sat there without speaking for a long while, she blinked her eyes, and pushed away the small cheese bowl that was in the way: "You think so well!"

! ”

"You want to trick me into working hard for you? Go ahead and dream!"

Managing a family is not much more worry-free than managing an organization. At least the members of the organization can be dismissed or poured into concrete pillars and handed over to Tokyo Bay for resolution. What about family members?It is not appropriate to kill or not to kill!

"Hey——! We were discovered!" The redness on the young man's ears became more and more intense, but his mouth refused to take any losses: "Or I can also learn from the Zen Academy and run away from home to Tokyo. You support me ah?"

As he spoke, he showed a longing look: "I'm so easy to raise! Just consume one piece of the chocolate just now every half hour. It's high quality and cheap, so hurry up if you want to buy it."

Mori Yuki lowered his eyes, not to worry about the corners of his mouth that could no longer be straightened: "I don't raise a guy who eats rice, hurry up and see if the apple pie is ready!"

It might have been more convincing if the forehead hadn't been red.

Fortunately, at this time, the little girl Hui of the Chanyuan was coaxed by everyone to explore the kitchen again, and finally saved the fate of the other courtyard of the Chanyuan family from being destroyed by fire.Mori Yuki casually tossed the opened cheese bowl to the child and buried his head, as if there was some unsolved mystery in the oven.

The poor cinnamon apple pie was almost baked into dried cinnamon apples. Fortunately, the homemade ice cream in the freezer saved the two geniuses from being humiliated on Christmas night.Verlaine's guest chef is certainly praised by all cooks, but it's rare to show the young lady who is not such a failure-she can cook, and it's not bad, and she doesn't touch her fingers in peacetime. Water looks very different.

This is even rarer than the French not going on strike!

Mr. Rimbaud, who had replaced the new plush earmuffs, changed his gloomy past. As the oldest person, he held up his wine glass and said a long string of blessings, and announced the official start of dinner amidst the yawns and whispers—— If it continues, someone will rebel.

After the lively Christmas dinner, Gojo Satoru got an extra box of chocolates from Mori Yuki as a holiday gift.The young man happily crossed Arashiyama while eating and walked back to the other courtyard of the Wutiao family here. When he entered the door, he met a young man who almost walked out of a ditch on the ground: "Master Wu, you are finally back! The elders said they want to check your Consume records to track your movements, well, Ms. Mori's matter will not be hidden for a long time, what should I do?"

"Huh? What should I do?" He took out the last piece of chocolate, slowly tore off the wrapping paper in front of people who had been terrified all night, then stuffed it into his mouth and said in a vague way: "Let them check it casually. Ji Jiang is not a vase lady who is easy to mess with, if she loses her temper...it would be scary to think about it."

Innate talent can indeed determine the lower limit of a person, but acquired efforts and actions can determine the upper limit of a person.There are always hard-working geniuses in this world, and even if they can't make friends with each other, at least they can't make friends with each other. No matter how confused the old people are, they can still understand this truth.

The young man sucked out the snot that was hardened by the wind and rain all night, and after listening to Gojo Satoru's description, he had a strange perception of Miss Mori's image in his heart: it must be scary for the owner to think that she got angry. It's because she is too weak and cute!Just like himself, if he is allowed to practice against the Patriarch, he will definitely force the Patriarch to bow his head within 3 minutes—beg him not to die.

She really deserves to be a beauty who can be ignored by the Chanyuan family as an ordinary person!

At this time, Miss Mori, whom he lamented as "too weak and cute", was showing a shark-like smile and ordering her intelligence network to release fake news.The New Year is approaching, and the marriage contract should be terminated. If it is not terminated, how much will it delay people's relationship?It seemed like she was stepping on two boats.

"Australian iron ore futures prices will fluctuate slightly at this time of year. I want you to declare that this is the most violent fluctuation in the past ten years. I don't need to teach you the words 'alarmist'? Then just find What kind of ghost expert paid him 100 million to write an SCI paper, specifically explaining the incompatibility between the ore from the new origin and the traditional casting process. Finally, he spent a sum of money to hire a sailor to lament the traditional culture of the island country on the Internet. Decline, including skills such as sword casting are on the verge of extinction. Specifically, you can learn from the BBC documentary approach, and it must be true, that's it."

It's cold, the Zenyuan family should go bankrupt.