Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

Suy: Speaking of which, what about Lord Zeth?

Fu Luo: Earlier, went out.

Furo raised his head subconsciously because of the sudden closeness of the voice, and his gaze happened to hit the man's Adam's apple.

This person usually likes to do these little tricks.When I was outside, I was still a little restrained, but when I came home, it became more serious.

Furo: (It's really weird, but it's not "in a bad mood".)

(Besides, Mr. Suy's words are basically like this at ordinary times.)

what happened?

Sue: No, nothing.

Speaking of which, do you know what date is today?

Furo: ...April 4st?

After answering this somewhat inexplicable question correctly, Suy suddenly smiled strangely.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes turned red, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

At the same time, according to his slightly darkened eye sockets, it can be judged that nine out of ten it is a manifestation of lack of sleep.

As soon as a new day begins, the two people closest to me have such an expression.

This made Fu Luo couldn't help but care about whether something happened yesterday that he didn't know about.

There was only a soft "bang", followed by vibrations on the table.

Looking down, there was a fist-sized gift box in his hand.

Faced with Mr. Suy's expectant but restrained excitement, Fu Luo could only take it apart tingly.

Furo: Biscuits?

The burnt black—it looked very much like overbaked—biscuits, probably because they were not handled carefully, and more than half of them were broken.

A little surprised why he suddenly gave him such a gift, Fu Luo, several fragments flashed through his mind.

Those clips invariably reveal just how "good" Mr. Sooy is at crafting such masterpieces, which include, and not only, scenes where the kitchen is filled with smoke and flour is scattered more than dust.

With some palpitations, Fu Luo slammed the gift box closed, swallowed, and said with a suffocated breath:

Furo: Thank, thank you... I will, uh, find a way to solve them.

It was too late to complete the action of opening the drawer, and the next second his right hand was clamped.

Suy ripped open the box very bluntly and stuffed the appalling "food" into Furo's mouth.

Fortunately, judging "people" by their appearance is indeed a very bad behavior.

The biscuits are edible, with a hint of chocolate.However, too much sugar is put in, and the throat hurts when swallowed.

Recovering from the horrible sweetness, Furo reached out and pressed the cookie box in protest.During a little dispute, I accidentally found a small card hidden at the bottom of the box.

There are simple but beautifully drawn patterns on the cards, which are more detailed than those seen in boutiques.

The only fly in the ointment is that after turning it over to the back, its edges have traces of paste.

Seeing this, Fu Luo instantly understood something.

Furo: Is this... drawn by Mr. Sui?

(April 4st...is my birthday.)

(If he didn't mention it, he really almost forgot.)

Suy nodded, then stared quietly, as if waiting for the evaluation of the tasting.

Fu Luo: Still, okay.

Sue: Honestly?

Furo: It's too sweet.

However, this pattern is very beautiful.

Sue: Do you like it?

Mr. Suy's gentle smile looks very good, but his current somewhat nasty posture has greatly compromised his image.

He was so close that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

And because of the body temperature, the atmosphere became slightly hotter.

Fu Luo: Fortunately...not annoying.

Under Suy's terrifying cooking skills, he can have an acceptable taste with gritted teeth, and he must have worked hard for it.

As for the pattern, he usually looks good when he writes...?

Fu Luo: Um, when was this prepared?

Sue: Uh... last night?

Furo: So... are you awake?

Mentioning this matter, Mr. Suy seemed very guilty.He bit his lower lip in embarrassment and smiled silly.

Too long a time to chat.

The sound of knocking on the door came again.

The people outside coughed twice pretending to be calm, giving them enough time to return to their respective seats.

The one who came in with the mountain-high paper was the boss who was too familiar with human feelings.

Dace: It's just a new blank slate.

He said so, laying them aside in a normal way, near the pile of boxes that Suy had just brought.Then began to assign work to the two subordinates.

The "holiday and birthday present" box had its sad day after this-

It was hidden deep in the drawer and was not remembered again until the evening.

It probably can only pray that in the coming year, whether its successors will not die under Suy's hand again.

Fu Luo: (...the daily life is much more ordinary than expected.)

(Not necessarily bad news for me.)

(…but this cookie has to spare me.)

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Flood—Fuluo—174cm—April 67, 4 in the new calendar.

Sui——Su Yi——188cm——April 69, 4 in the new calendar.