A stew was being prepared in the kitchen. Once the stew was done, the menu for the strange white-haired girl would be completed. Now, all they had to do was to control the heat. So, Mr. Smith let the apprentice do the work while he went to the back alley.
After finishing his work, Mr. Smith planned to smoke a cigarette and rest.
There were no particularly tall buildings in the town … The sky was not covered by the materials on the ground.
Mr. Smith liked this place very much. He used to study in the university here, but he did not choose to leave after graduation.
Most of his classmates were puzzled. After all, he graduated from the University of St. Andrews but ended up as a chef.
Obviously, Mr. Smith was very angry with Mr. Smith's behavior, so in the past ten years, the father and son rarely communicated. Even when Mr. Smith's wife, Debra, was pregnant for the second time, only his mother, Mrs. Elura, was willing to come from her hometown.
Although both his wife, Debra, and his mother, Mrs. Elura, were trying to repair the relationship between Mr. Smith and Mr. Smith, there was not much progress so far.
I really shouldn't let my relationship with Joe become like a father's … Mr. Smith now looked at the gradually dissipating smoke and thought slowly.
Thinking about this, he took advantage of this gap to call home. It was his mother, Mrs. Elura, who answered the phone.
After asking about his wife, Debra, and learning that she was taking a nap, Mr. Smith suddenly said to his mother, Mrs. Elura, "Mum, can you not scare Joe with horror stories in the future? I feel that the child took it seriously. "
Mrs. Elura on the other side of the phone was startled and asked curiously, "What happened?"
Mr. Smith had to briefly explain Joe's situation. "… The child thinks that the Grim Reaper is really going to take him away, and he said that he can see the Grim Reaper."
"Oh!" Mrs. Elura looked frightened and covered her mouth. "It's just a joke, just like the legend of the little devil at Halloween."
"He's just a child."
"I think I really have to reflect." Mrs. Elura said with annoyance. "When Joe comes back, I will apologize to him."
Mr. Harding exchanged a few more words with Lady Elora and then turned off the telephone.
At this time, the cigarette was finished. Mr. Smith extinguished the butt and couldn't help but shake his head. How could there be a Grim Reaper in this world?
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through the alley … as if something was approaching from behind.
Mr. Smith felt a sudden chill. He turned his head automatically, but he saw nothing — not that he saw nothing. Suddenly he saw a black cat.
The black cat was lying on the steps of a staircase deep in the alley. It looked lazy … Its golden eyes were like amber. It was also looking at Mr. Smith.
When he made eye contact with the black cat, Mr. Smith frowned slightly … He subconsciously moved closer to the black cat.
The black cat remained motionless, as if it was not afraid of the stranger at all. Finally, Mr. Smith was about to reach the black cat … He was only three or four steps away from it.
At this moment, the black cat suddenly stood up … After standing up, it did not move at all, only its tail gently swaying.
Mr. Harding held out his hand towards it, as if he wished to touch it--as if under some impulse which he could not explain.
"Excuse me …"
A voice, as calm as the sea breeze, sounded behind Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith was suddenly startled and hurriedly turned around. He saw a young man with a quiet aura … He also had an Asian face.
Mr. Smith could not help but think of the white-haired girl who was full of personality in his restaurant. He wondered if the young man and her knew each other — of course, this was just Mr. Smith's wild guess.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Smith asked after calming down.
The young man in front of him didn't look like a hooligan, and he didn't get too close either. It was just right … Almost in an instant, Mr. Smith felt that his defense had been inexplicably disintegrated.
"I just came here and am not familiar with this place." The young man smiled and said, "Can you tell me how to get to the supermarket?"
"Oh!" Mr. Smith nodded, "You go out from here first …"
Mr. Smith quickly pointed out the direction for the young man who asked for directions. He was very enthusiastic and told him the approximate location of some service shops — he knew that people who came here for the first time needed these little tips.
"You are really a good man." The young man nodded slightly, "Thank you so much … If there is a chance, I will also come to your restaurant to taste."
Of course, this was good … No chef did not like the idea of others eating their own dishes.
"My name is Smith, the chef and the boss of this restaurant." Mr. Smith introduced himself very kindly.
"Luoqiu." The young man said casually, "I just came here and am preparing to enter the university."
As expected … Mr. Smith nodded to himself, but he didn't directly say that he was once a student at the university and could be considered as Mr. Smith's senior … This was because Mr. Smith had interacted with some Asian students before, and they were more reserved.
"Welcome to St. Andrews." Mr. Smith did what a local should do, "You will soon like it here."
Boss Luo nodded with a smile, and slowly walked away under Mr. Smith's gaze.
Mr. Smith shook his head casually. Every year, there would always be many new faces coming to this place, and there would also be familiar faces leaving here … He had been here for ten years.
Mr. Smith turned around. When he looked at the staircase again, the little black cat had disappeared without him noticing.
Maybe it went to look for food … Mr. Smith thought that the stew was almost ready.
Mr. Smith quickly returned to the kitchen from the back door. After a while, behind the outer wall corridor, a small figure slowly walked out.
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To Mr. Smith's surprise, when he took out the dishes, he was surprised to find that his son Joe was sitting at the table of the white-haired Asian girl. They seemed to be talking about something, and it seemed that they were even chatting well.
Mr. Smith naturally knew his son's character … Although Joe was not introverted and shy, he was rarely so close to people he met for the first time.
It was probably because girls had an affinity bonus … especially good-looking girls.
This child seems to have a bright future … As a father, Mr. Smith smiled and slowly came to Nero, "Miss, your food is ready."
"Oh, really … Another glass of beer, boss! I want the biggest one! "Nero said straightforwardly," Eating fried chicken still needs to be accompanied by beer! "
"My son is bothering you, miss," Mr. Smith said.
"En?" Nero stretched and said, "It's okay. This kid is quite interesting. I can't help but want to bully him when I look at him."
She didn't know what Mr. Smith was thinking at the moment … Anyway, he walked away and went to find the cup.
"Kid, where were you just now?" Seeing Mr. Smith walk away, Nero directly picked up a piece of chicken popcorn with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. In the end, she licked the seasoning powder on her fingers, "… Did you see Death?"
Joe just looked at the big sister sucking her fingers in front of him and asked puzzledly, "Aren't you Mr. Death?"
"Sister!" Nero narrowed her eyes and said, "If you really saw Death, then that guy must be another one, not me."
Joe lowered his head, thinking hard as if he wanted to understand this sentence.
To some extent, the Divine General who was once known as the tyrant of the Michael Club had little patience. At this time, Nero directly opened Joe's mouth with her finger. "You just need to tell me how you saw the Grim Reaper, what the Grim Reaper looks like, and where you saw it."
Joe blinked and said, "Are you going to find Mr. Death?"
Nero shrugged and said, "If I feel interesting, I should take a look."
Joe asked curiously, "If you find Mr. Death, what if Mr. Death wants to take you away?"
"It's not certain who will take who away." At this moment, Nero's nose suddenly became sharp — it really became sharp. Most of the changes of the Black Soul Envoys were practiced by her in this way. Her second finger also reached into Joe's mouth and directly opened the little boy's mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, just say it."
Joe had to shake his head, "I don't know. Sometimes Mr. Death is a sparrow, sometimes an owl standing on a tree, sometimes a little mouse standing straight outside the window."
Nero suddenly asked curiously, "How can you be sure that these things are Mr. Death?"
"I just know." Joe said quite seriously, "I know! It came to find me and wanted to take me away! But my grandma and dad didn't believe me. They said I was dreaming. "
"Oh …" Nero nodded, "So when you saw me, you thought I was also Mr. Death?"
Joe nodded sadly.
Nero suddenly said, "You do have a strange smell on you … Mr. Chef also has some."
Joe didn't know what she was talking about, so he could only look at her in confusion.
Nero's eyes turned at this moment. She suddenly narrowed her eyes and said, "Kid, I can help you beat Mr. Death away ~ but there is a condition."
"What condition?" Joe almost didn't think too much.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Nero narrowed her eyes, "But as long as you promise me, I will help you beat Mr. Death away. You can wait for me to think of any condition, then fulfill the promise … How about it! Isn't it cost-effective? "
"Can you really beat Mr. Death away?" Joe looked puzzled.
"Don't look at me like this, I'm very powerful ~" With that said, Nero suddenly reached out and grabbed Joe's back collar, lifted him up, then turned into a black wind and rushed out of the restaurant in an instant.
This black wind used a hidden method. In a short moment, it circled most of the town and then returned to the restaurant again.
The black wind gathered and turned into Nero again. She once again grabbed a fried chicken drumstick with her bare hands and gnawed. Joe's mouth opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in, and his hair stood up like a broom.
"Miss, the beer you ordered." Mr. Smith just came back at this time, "Joe, how did your hair become like this?"
"Smith!" Joe pointed at Nero blankly at this time and said, "This sister is so powerful!"
Mr. Smith glanced at Nero in confusion.
She drank the beer that she had just brought and burped in the end … Mr. Smith nodded, "En … she is quite powerful."
"Boss, another cup!" Nero slammed the cup on the table and let out a satisfied exhale, "Another plate of fried chicken!"
"Okay … okay." Mr. Smith nodded and glanced at Joe in confusion. He felt a little strange, but he still walked into the kitchen.
Nero then looked at Joe and said casually, "Now, do you believe that I can beat Mr. Death away?"
Joe nodded vigorously, then thought for a while and said, "I promise you!"
"What a good kid." Nero's eyes curved like crescent moons again, then she vaporized her body and turned into a silver-gray leopard. She then bit Joe's clothes and lifted him up. She jumped out of the restaurant from the window and onto the roof across the street.
…
When Mr. Smith brought out the fried chicken, he found that the white-haired girl was gone … but there were a few bills on the table. This was enough to pay for all the expenses.
Mr. Smith couldn't help but be stunned … He looked to the side and found that Joe was lying on the sofa and had fallen asleep.
Mr. Smith shook his head, took a coat, and covered Joe with it.
Then, he took back the small blackboard outside the restaurant and hung the "Resting" sign.
Mr. Smith was also a little sleepy and planned to take a break.
He sat at the counter and dozed off, but he didn't know that there was a pair of amber eyes looking at everything in the restaurant outside the window … Then, a black kitten jumped away.
This kitten's movements were unusually agile. In the blink of an eye, it crossed two streets and finally got into a house from a garage.
The house was almost opaque, and all the curtains were drawn close … The black cat jumped on the table in the living room, then used the table as a stepping board to jump to a chair in front of the fireplace … jumping into someone's arms.
The guy sitting on the chair reached out and gently stroked the back of the black cat, then asked in a low voice, "What makes you feel scared, little guy?"
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