Trafford’s Trading Club

In the kitchen, stew is being made, and this dish is ready, so even if the menu to greet the strange white haired girl is finished, all you need to do now is watch the fire, so Mr. Smith lets the apprentice do the job directly, and himself comes out to the alley behind.

At the end of the day, Mr. Smith intends to take a smoke break.

Small towns do not have particularly tall buildings… the sky is not covered by materials on the earth.

Mr. Smith loved the place - he studied here at the university, but did not choose to leave after graduation.

Most of the alumni in the same period were confused —— after all, they graduated from St. Andrews University and ended up being a chef.

Obviously, Old Smith was very angry about Mr. Smith's behavior, so in recent decades, the father and son have had very little communication - even as Mr. Smith's wife Debra became pregnant for the second time, only his mother, Mrs. Irola, was willing to come from her home.

Although his wife, Debra, and his mother, Mrs. Lola, were trying to repair the relationship between Old Smith and Mr. Smith, there has been little progress so far.

I really shouldn't have let Joe's relationship with myself be like my father's... Smith now looks at the spreading smoke and slowly thinks about it.

Thinking about it, he took advantage of this gap to call home, and it was his mother who answered the call, Mrs. Lola.

After questioning some of his wife Debra and learning that she was taking a nap, Mr. Smith suddenly said to his mother, Mrs. Lola, "Mum, can you stop scaring Joe with horror stories? I feel like this kid is serious. ”

Lady Eloula on the other side of the phone shouted, curious, “What happened? ”

Mr. Smith had to briefly say once about Joe, "... the child felt that Reaper was really going to take him away and said he could see Reaper. ”

“Oh!” Lady Elora looked frightened and covered her lips, "It was just a joke, like a Halloween little demon legend. ”

“He's just a kid. ”

“I think I really need to reflect.” Lady Eloula was upset and said, "When Joe gets back, I'll apologize to him. ”

Mr. Smith had another brief chat with Mrs. Elora before turning off the phone.

The cigarette is over, Mr. Smith extinguished the butt and shook his head. How could there be a Reaper in the world?

Suddenly there was a cold wind blowing through the alley… as if something was closing behind it.

Mr. Smith suddenly sees a chill, he turns subconsciously, but he sees nothing —— not nothing at all… he suddenly sees a black cat.

The black cat was lying on the pedal of an exterior wall staircase deep in the alley, looking lazy… his golden yellow eyes were like amber and he was looking at Mr. Smith.

The moment he looked at the black cat, Mr. Smith frowned lightly… he subconsciously approached the black cat.

Black cats don't move, as if they're not afraid of strangers at all - finally, Mr. Smith is about to get to Black Cat... only three or four steps away.

At this point, the black cat suddenly stood up… after standing, it did not move, only the tail swayed gently.

Mr. Smith reached out to it, and he wanted to touch it —— as if he were in some kind of impulse that he couldn't even say clearly.

“Excuse me--”

The voice, calm as a sea breeze, sounded behind Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith was suddenly shocked and rushed to turn around to see a quiet young man… also an Asian face.

Mr. Smith couldn't help but think of the gray-haired girl still in his restaurant, wondering if the young man and she knew each other or not - which, of course, was just a wild guess from Mr. Smith.

“Is there something wrong?” Mr. Smith asked the queen.

The young man in front of him did not look like a flushing man, nor did he get too close, giving a perfect feeling… For almost a moment, Mr. Smith felt that his defenses had somehow been disintegrated.

“I just got here, I'm not familiar with it.” The young man smiled, “Can you tell me where the supermarket is going? ”

“Oh!” Mr. Smith nodded, “You go this way first...”

Mr. Smith quickly pointed the way for this young man, and was enthusiastic, incidentally, about the location of some other type of service store - something that he knew those new arrivals would need very much.

“You are such a good man.” Young man nodded softly, "thank you so much... I will come to your store to taste it if I get the chance. ”

This is certainly good… no one as a chef will like the idea of someone eating their own dishes.

“My name is Smith, and I'm the chef and owner of this restaurant.” Mr. Smith introduced himself very kindly.

“Lochu.” Young people are free to say, "Just got here, ready to go to school. ”

Sure enough... Mr. Smith nodded himself, but he didn't say very directly that he was also a college student, sort of like the other president... because Mr. Smith had been in touch with some Asian students, and they were more implicit.

“Welcome to St. Andrews.” Mr. Smith is doing what the locals are supposed to do, "you'll love it here very soon. ”

Boss Lo nodded with a laugh and slowly left here, watching Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith shook his head casually, and in the spring and autumn, there were always many new faces coming to this place every year, as well as those already familiar faces leaving here… and he has been here for 10 years.

When Mr. Smith turned around and looked at the outer wall staircase, the little black cat didn't know when it was gone.

Probably a forager… Mr. Smith thought the stew was almost ready.

Mr. Smith quickly returned to the kitchen through the back door - not long later, behind the exterior corridor, he saw a small figure slowly walking out.

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Mr. Smith was surprised to find his son, Joe, sitting at the table of the Asian gray-haired girl, seemingly talking about something, even looking good, when he offered the dish.

Mr. Smith is naturally aware of his son's personality… Although Joe can't say it's an introverted shy personality, he seldom gets that close to the first person he meets.

Probably because girls have affinity boosts… especially beautiful girls.

The child seemed promising… As his father, Mr. Smith Guan 'er smiled, he slowly came to Nero, “Miss, your food is ready. ”

“Oh yeah... another beer, boss! The biggest one!” Nero rejoiced: “It's still beer to eat fried chicken! ”

“My son's bothering you, miss.” That's what Mr. Smith said.

“Hmm?” Nero stretched out his lazy waist, “It's all right, the kid's kind of funny. It just makes people want to bully him. ”

I don't know what Mr. Smith is thinking at this point... he just walked away and went looking for a cup.

“Kid, where were you?” Seeing Mr. Smith go away, Nero picked up a piece of chicken blossom and stuffed it in his mouth, and he licked the seasoning powder on his finger, "... did you see Reaper? ”

And Joe just looked at the big finger-sucking sister in front of him and said, "Aren't you Mr. Reaper? ”

“Sister!” Nero shrugged his eyes: “If you really saw Death, then that guy must be the other one, not me. ”

Joe lowered his head and thought meditatively seemed to want to understand the statement.

To some extent, this former Michal god with the name of tyrant will have little patience —— Nero pulled Joe's finger open at this point, "Just tell me how you saw Death, what Death looked like, where you could see it. ”

Joe blinked and said, “Are you going to find Mr. Reaper? ”

Nero shrugged: “If it feels interesting, I should have seen it. ”

Joe was curious, “Find Mr. Reaper. What if Mr. Reaper wants to take you too? ”

“It's not necessarily who took it.” Nero's nose suddenly got sharp - it really got sharp, the Dark Soul messenger changed, most of the time she practiced like this, her second finger also sticking into Joe's mouth, pushing the little boy's mouth straight away, “don't bullshit, let you just say it. ”

Joe shook his head, “I don't know, sometimes Mr. Reaper was a sparrow, sometimes an owl stood on a tree, sometimes a little mouse, standing right outside the window. ”

Nellowton wondered, "How can you be sure these things are Mr. Reaper? ”

“I just know.” Joe said quite seriously: “I know! It's coming for me. Take me away! But neither my grandmother nor my father believed me. They said I was dreaming. ”

“Oh...” Nero nodded, "so when you saw me, you thought I was Mr. Reaper too? ”

Joe nodded.

Nero suddenly said: "You little bastard do smell a little strange... the chef also has some. ”

Joe doesn't know what she's talking about and can only look at it with confusion.

Nero turned his eyeballs and suddenly squeezed his eyes and said: "Kid, I can help you run Mr. Reaper ~ only on condition. ”

“On what terms?” Joe has hardly given much thought.

“I haven't thought about it yet.” Nero closed his eyes, "but if you promise, I'll help you beat Mr. Reaper away. You can wait and see what I can think of, just fulfilling my promises... how about that! Isn't that a good deal? ”

“Can you really beat Mr. Reaper away?” Joe looked confused.

“Don't look at me like that, I'm awesome ~” Nero said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Joe's back collar, lifting him up, then turning into a dark wind and rushing out of the restaurant.

In a secret way, in a short space of time, the black wind turned half a turn over the town and returned to the dining room again.

When the black wind gathered and changed to Nero's appearance, she again grabbed a fried chicken leg with her bare hands and chewed it up, only to see Joe's mouth on one side open almost like an egg, and his hair was raised, like a broom.

“Miss, you ordered the beer.” Mr. Smith just came back, “Joe, how did your hair end up like this? ”

“Smith!” I just saw Joe pointing stubbornly at Nero and said, “This sister is amazing! ”

Mr. Smith looked at Nero with confusion.

At first sip, she poured the beer she'd just brought straight into the air, then hit a burp... Mr. Smith nodded, “Well... it's pretty good. ”

“Boss, have another drink!” Nero heavily placed the cup on the table, exhaling satisfactorily, "another plate of fried chicken! ”

“Ok... ok.” Mr. Smith nodded and looked at Joe in confusion, feeling a little strange, but walked into the kitchen.

Nero looked at Joe, Hangover, and said, “Now, believe me, can I beat Mr. Reaper away? ”

Joe turned around and thought about it and said, "I promise you! ”

“What a good boy.” Nero's eyes bent again like lunar teeth, then directly fogged his body, then changed into a silver-grey leopard, then bit Joe's clothes and lifted him up, jumping straight out of the restaurant from the window position and onto the roof across the street.

……

By the time Mr. Smith brought the fried chicken, the girl with the white hair had disappeared… but a few notes had been placed on the table - which had already covered all the costs.

Mr. Smith couldn't help but stare... he looked next to him and found Joe lying on the couch at this moment, asleep.

Mr. Smith shook his head, took a coat and put it on Joe's body, then retracted the little blackboard outside the dining room and hung it on the resting sign.

Mr. Smith is also sleepy and intends to take a break.

He sat sleepy at the counter, but didn't know that a pair of amber eyeballs were out the window measuring everything in the restaurant... and then a black kitten jumped away.

The kitten was incredibly agile, but with winking kung fu, she crossed two streets and ended up in a house from a garage.

The house was almost impervious and all the curtains were pulled close... the black cat jumped onto the table in the living room and jumped to a chair in front of the fireplace with the table as a pedal... jumped into someone's arms.

The guy sitting on the chair, reaching out and gently touching the back of the black cat, asked softly, "What makes you feel scared, little guy? ”