Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Gin knew that with the Worrier's ability, it would not be difficult to find his safe house.

But being blocked at the door like this is really infuriating.

"Stop pretending to be dead. What brings you here?" he asked calmly, pouring a glass of Tennessee whiskey and placing it aside.

Furuya Rei rubbed the sore spot, walked over to sit next to Gin, flicked the whiskey glass with his fingertips, and showed an eager look on his face: "I'm going to cause trouble for Chianti and Cohen."

Gin smiled, but his tone was cold: "You are quite honest. But Codename members are forbidden to kill each other."

Furuya Rei suddenly leaned close to Gin and said in a low, amused voice, "It's just a small lesson. Even if there's trouble, it's just Rum."

He rubbed the bandage on his wrist, a hint of darkness in his purplish-gray eyes. "Rum escaped from the boss. It's a shame the boss didn't teach him a more profound lesson."

He said sarcastically, "That gentleman is really tolerant."

"Tennessee." Gin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted, with a hint of warning in his tone.

Furiya Ling stared at him for a moment, then leaned over the table in a compromising manner: "Okay, okay, I won't say bad things about Grandpa anymore."

But Gin didn't object to what he said.

As expected, gin also particularly hates rum.

goooo~

Furuya Ling looked down at his stomach and said with sudden realization, "I was busy all day and forgot to eat."

Gin held a cigarette between his fingertips, his long light golden hair draped softly behind him, making him look a little more lazy.

He raised his eyelids and said sarcastically, "Are you busy playing house with Aquavit?"

"I can't hear you." Furuya Ling deliberately opened his eyes wide and looked around, muttering doubtfully, "Is there anyone else here besides me? I only saw a big dog, and dogs can't talk."

He nodded affirmatively: "I must have heard it wrong."

click-

The wine glass in Gin's hand was crushed. He looked at Furuya Rei with a dead look in his eyes and said indifferently: "There is a sealed basement under the safe house. There is no light and no sound."

At first, Rei Furuya was puzzled as to why Gin suddenly started talking about irrelevant topics, but he quickly realized that this was his character setting.

The pure black and silent space will make him change his personality.

His expression changed slightly, his body tensed up suddenly, and he said in surprise and caution, "You won't do that, will you?"

Gin's eyes moved from his subconscious retreat to his body, with a hint of pleasure: "If you continue to provoke me, I will."

Fūya Rei picked up the whiskey, saying innocently and obediently, "I've always been the most obedient."

He took a sip of wine, and as if he had thought of something, he said excitedly: "Gin-kun, I'm hungry, I want to cook."

Gin puffed his cigarette impatiently and said to him, "Go back to your safe house and do it."

"I do not want."

Furiya Ling refused. He put down his wine glass, ran to the kitchen and took a look. He cheered and said, "Wow, what a rich meal! I've decided. I want to make a chicken stew!"

Before Gin could respond, all sorts of noises came from the kitchen.

Gin made himself another cocktail, leaned lazily against the window, and chuckled faintly, "A restless brat."

An hour later, it was already dawn and Jyouya Ling's cooking was finally ready.

He served the vibrant, fragrant and delicious consommé chicken and shouted excitedly, "Gin-kun, come and try it! I made this with great effort."

Gin cast a suspicious look at the consommé chicken. It looked good and smelled delicious too. Was it ok?

To be on the safe side, he didn't eat it. Instead, he said, "You eat it yourself. I'll wait for Vodka to come over and join us."

Furuya Rei thought about it and agreed, "That's good. Vodka-kun has been running around with you all the time, so it's time to replenish your energy."

He scooped a bowl of chicken soup and drank a few mouthfuls happily.

Although Hiro hasn't taught him how to cook yet, it's obvious that Chef Caring's cooking is great. When he has time, he can make a few more and give them to the squad leader and the others to try.

After eating and drinking, Furuya Ling put the clean portion of the Vitality Chicken Stew that he had specially reserved into the refrigerator. Before leaving, he said, "Remember to eat it with Vodka-kun. This is my first time making it, so please give me a review."

At Gin's increasingly impatient look, he shrugged and left.

Time to go give Chianti and Cohen some trouble.

He arched his brows and smiled coldly.

Once he makes a promise, he must fulfill it. He has always been a man of his words and deeds.

At half past six, Vodka knocked on Gin's door with a sandwich from a convenience store.

"Brother, I'm here."

He changed his shoes and took the food to the kitchen to heat it up as if he knew the way. As soon as he walked in, he smelled a fragrance.

Looking closely, it was a clear-boiled chicken with great color, aroma and taste.

Vodka was horrified: "Brother, are you cooking?"

Gin was taking care of his beloved Beretta and was speechless when he heard this: "I didn't make it. If you want to eat it, just heat it up yourself."

Vodka was very touched: "Okay, thank you, big brother."

He quickly brought out the hot stewed chicken, giving one portion to his elder brother and one to himself.

Seeing his elder brother lowering his head to clean his gun, he started eating by himself.

Gin, who was sitting not far from the table, looked at Vodka vaguely. Seeing that he was eating with relish, his eyebrows twitched. He put on his Beretta, walked quietly to his side and asked, "Vodka, how do you feel?"

Vodka threw away the chicken carcass, gave it a thumbs up and praised it, "It tastes really fresh."

Gin's eyes fell on the chicken and he narrowed them. Is there really no problem?

At this moment, Vodka, who had dark circles under his eyes, suddenly became radiant and said with renewed energy, "Brother, I'm done eating. Let's go do the mission now."

Gin: Not sure, let’s wait and see.

He took the sandwich, put on his hat and said, "Let's go."

Gin, who stepped out of this door, didn't know that one day he would be dragged down by his younger brother.

Vodka drove him for three days and three nights, working around the clock to complete the task.

Eat in the car, sleep while on the road, investigate the location before doing a large task, and then complete all the tasks along the way.

Gin:......

It’s confirmed, there’s something wrong with Tennessee’s Vitality Chicken.

But the effect is pretty good.

Gin, with bloodshot eyes, looked at Vodka, who seemed to be energized, with an unfathomable expression. He had to find a way to get Tennessee to make a few more copies.

But the boss was alarmed and called him, tactfully but firmly asking him to rest, fearing that his capable man would die suddenly.

Can you believe it? They completed a month's worth of tasks in three days, and there were task reports from Vodka almost every moment.

As a centenarian, he just wants a healthy lifestyle and doesn't want to be forced to do things by his subordinates.