JOJOs who are doing things daily (full book)

Jonathan stopped his footsteps a bit, as if he was thinking of something, his expression struggling slightly, it seemed that he was somewhat contradictory.

I hope it’s not what I think...otherwise...it will be very sad...

Jonathan thought for a long time, and finally, sentiment defeated reason.Even if there is only the last glimmer of hope, as long as Jonathan's bottom line is not touched, he is willing to believe that others can change.

Even Dior, Jonathan could comfort him until he was convinced that he was poisoning his father before exposing him, and he did the same with others.

Chapter 82: The mystery of Kagura mea

On this day, everyone was busy with their own affairs and returned to the compound at dinner time. All of a sudden, everyone basically gathered together.

"I didn't expect Polunaev to cook?" When he returned home, he was surprised to see Polunaev busy in the kitchen.

"Haha! I didn't know how to do it at first, but I was living and sleeping in the French style, and then I learned some without a teacher. After all, there is a maid who doesn't work in the house..."

In the kitchen, this tall and burly French knight is holding a Japanese-style kitchen knife that is extremely inconsistent with his figure, and is preparing to make a very famous appetizer in France—vegetable jelly.

I have to say that time can really change a lot.This knight, who was picky about dishes in India and Egypt, actually put down his proud Western sword, but instead picked up a kitchen knife. Not only was he not dissatisfied, but he seemed very handy, even between his brows. Reveling a hint of joyful ease.

It might be even more incredible if they were allowed to see Abdel and Huajingyuan.But this is nothing for Polunaev. He thinks that as a man, women should be able to find faults, be funny and elegant, and have enough life skills.

"Mr. Polunaev is also a very good person." This time, Jonathan, who had lost his job in the kitchen, finally sat in his place like an elder, and said with interest:

"It's a pity that I don't know much about cooking. I only have some snacks. If I can, I hope Mr. Polunaev can taste it."

"That's great! British desserts really have a good reputation!" Poluna Lev agreed very readily, but he still left half a word in his stomach without saying it.Although British desserts enjoy a good reputation, their cuisine... To be honest, Poluna Lev, a Frenchman, does not report the food in a country where there is almost nothing to eat except fish and chips. Take any opinion.

He would rather go to eat some of the weird food in India than accept any British food with monotonous taste.

Of course, these words are too rude. As a Frenchman who pays attention to etiquette, Polunaev will definitely not have Englishmen present, especially when people like Jonathan he respected are present, saying such things.It's as if he couldn't accept the customs of India at the beginning, and he had never complained like this in front of Abdel.

"...Huh? Where's Xu Lun?" Suddenly remembering something, Cheng Taro looked around, but he didn't find his own daughter.

"Oh, Miss Xu Lun called back just now, saying that she was eating out with friends." Jousuke brought out a dish from the kitchen and replied slowly. He still remembers Xu Lun calling back. The joyful mood revealed in that tone at that time.

"It seems that Miss Xu Lun is still very popular, just like Mr. Cheng Taro."

"Yah yah yah... bear kid, it's really unnerving."

Cheng Taro shook his head when he heard the words, looking a little helpless.He was a 17-year-old high school student, suddenly a daughter who was older than him appeared, and she lost her memory.Rao is Cheng Taro, who has nothing to do with this happy and a bit nervous daughter, like a sad old father.

"Sigh, he will grow white hair, Chengtaro." At this time, Polunaev also came out at the right time. It takes some time to make his vegetable jelly. Now I can chat with everyone temporarily.

"Although Xu Lun has a little bit of ecstasy, she is actually a calm and general woman. Just talking about women, Xu Lun is definitely one of the best women I have ever seen!"

"...I hope you are right." Cheng Taro shook his head, suddenly remembering something, and asked indifferently:

"By the way, let you help Xu Lun get familiar with the use of the substitute, how about?"

"Ah...Miss Xu Lun is really talented in the use of substitutes, she is also very calm in battle, and she has improved her body and tactics very well."

For Xu Lun, Polunaev gave a very pertinent performance. He did not feel that he denied Xu Lun’s growth because Xu Lun lost to him more easily this time. On the contrary, Polunaev gave Xu Lun a great deal. Good evaluation.

"Now Xu Lun is only short of actual combat. After all, the actual combat of the stand-in messenger is a real head-to-head battle, not the practice of surrendering like this."

"...Actually, if possible, I don't want to involve her." Cheng Taro's expression was silent for a while, it is difficult to say a word in his heart.It may be because Xu Lun was not there, and many things before, made him a little bit frank.

"She is still too immature, the world of the double messenger... She is really not suitable for getting involved."

"...This is what she should face, Chengtaro."

Polunaev was silent for a while, and silently patted Chengtaro on the shoulder.He understands Chengtaro’s feelings. When he learned that his sister had died tragically in the hands of a hanged man, he never thought, if he were not a stand-in, would he not let his sister encounter such a thing? Up.

But this is the end of the matter, and fate is so scribbled. Those who are deeply trapped in fate can only struggle desperately.

"...Oh! My vegetable jelly should be almost ready! Come and try the authentic French cuisine!"

However, heavy moods come and go quickly. Polunaev never keeps troubles in his brain for too long. Perhaps, his optimistic and cheerful personality always allows him to find a way to relieve pain.

To be honest, Polunaev always felt that Chengtaro should learn his character. It was too uncomfortable for a person to hold everything in his heart and still find a way to solve himself.

"By the way, really white?" Jonathan found a problem, but he couldn't find the familiar ethereal girl at the dinner table. She was also very active in eating. Why didn't she see anyone this time?

"Oh, Ms. Bai." Polunaev patted his head, said he had forgotten, and said quickly:

"Miss Mashiro and Mea are drawing together in the room. Mea seems to be very interested in Ms. Mashiro's paintings."

"clatter."

However, as soon as Polunaev said this, there was a dissonance in the living room.

"...I was impolite." The spoon in his hand fell to the floor, and Jonathan picked it up calmly, but his face began to become serious unconsciously.

"Mr. Polunaev, have Zhenbai and Miss Mea come out together?"

"Huh? Ah, I saw them in the room once at lunch, but neither of these two ladies came out. It seems that they were playing pretty well."

Polunaev’s answer without hesitation broke Jonathan’s last hope. After taking a deep breath, Jonathan slowly stood up. However, the muscles that looked like granite began to tighten. stand up.

Preparing for the worst, Jonathan took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and slowly said:

"...I'll ask them to come and eat together, everyone will wait for me for a while."

"Hey, Mr. Jonathan." Polunaev seemed to notice the slight change in Jonathan's expression, when he was about to say something.

"...Sniff~sniff~ there is no fried taste, why not fried!"

However, a slightly sharp female voice echoed in the hallway, and when everyone was stunned, one with long golden hair and one with silver and white ponytails, two beautiful shadows were facing the evening sun, slowly Came in front of everyone.

The person who made the sound was the Kagura Mea that Jonathan was going to find just now. I saw this double ponytail, dressed in what seemed to be a military uniform, and came to Polunaev's face, questioning him with dissatisfaction.

"Why didn't you deep-fry! Are you trying to starve me to death? Mr. Moneybag!"

"Who is the moneybag! You are not a maid who does not work!" Polunaev laughed furiously, and the rare one clicked on Mea's little head rudely. Obviously, he was also affected by this The anger is not light.

"Authentic French cuisine! Why, Miss Mea, are you dissatisfied?"

"Frying is the best food in the world! Everything else is a cult! A cult!"

"..." Jonathan looked at the two people who were fighting in front of him, then looked at the evening sun outside the window that had not completely receded, and the mea standing in a place where the sun could shine. A big rock in his heart was considered to have fallen. Half.

Looking to the side, the expression was still pale, Jonathan waved to her, and soon, Zhenbai came to him like an obedient cat.

"Really white, did you have fun with Mea today?"

"Yeah." Zhenbai nodded gently, and said slowly:

"Mea, it's funny. Although it's a bit noisy and high-pitched, but a nice person."