godmother

The door opened, and it was Aunt Lin from the neighbor's house.

Lan Qiao silently put the dagger back into his waist and hid it.

Nangong Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed.

Aunt Lin has retired. Her husband died of stomach cancer a few years ago, and her only daughter went to a big city to work hard. Now she lives alone in a big empty house, feeling very lonely.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Qiao, come to Aunt Lin's house for lunch at noon, and went to the vegetable market early this morning to buy a lot of dishes that you like to eat."

Aunt Lin is very good at cooking, Nangong Yu likes the local food very much, and Aunt Lin brings the local characteristics to the extreme.In the month since they moved here, Nangong Yu and the others would come to Aunt Lin's house once or twice a week for dinner.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the two of them cleaned up briefly. Lan Qiao pushed Nangong Yu and was about to go out. Nangong Yu turned his head and said, "Pick up the box of mooncakes I bought yesterday."

Lan Qiao went back to the house to pick up the mooncakes, and took a cloak by the way and put it on Nangong Yu's shoulders.

It was raining heavily outside, and the sun was still shining brightly a few days ago, but today the temperature suddenly dropped, with a bit of chill.

"It's a bit stuffy in the room." Nangong Yu took off the cloak and handed it to Lan Qiao.

Lan Qiao took it, holding the mooncake in one hand, and the cloak in the other, "Take it, and put it on in case it gets cold."

Aunt Lin's house is about the same size as Nangong Yu's, but the structure is slightly different, and the decoration style is not the same. The previous landlord is a young man, so the decoration is stylish and elegant, black and white, simple and cold, while Aunt Lin's house is more elegant Simple, carved mahogany furniture, exquisite embroidered screens, and a set of blue and white porcelain tea sets on the coffee table in the living room.

"Come to have a light meal, why bring something?" Aunt Lin smiled and took two pairs of slippers and put them at the door.

"Aunt Lin, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Nangong Yu took the mooncake from Lan Qiao and handed it to Aunt Lin.

Lan Qiao squatted down, took off the white shoes on Nangong Yu's feet, and put the slippers on for her.

The two entered the house, Nangong Yu stayed in the living room watching TV, and Lan Qiao went to the kitchen to help Aunt Lin.

There is a news broadcast on the TV.

"The largest gang in Asia recently had a coup d'état. The former young master failed to seize power. The Prince's Gang was suppressed and cleaned up. Three of the bosses were killed on the street one after another. There have been many fights in the past month, with more than a hundred people killed and injured. The Nangong family once a year During the gang assembly, the godmother had officially announced that the second daughter of the Nangong family would be the new young master and take over all the betting and business of the former young master. His whereabouts are unknown, and it is very likely that he has been assassinated. This is the biggest turmoil in the Nangong family in the past ten years."

Nangong Yu listened to the news coldly. On the surface, the siege was to clean up the traitors headed by him, but in fact it was an excuse for the mother party to fight against dissidents and consolidate power. The three bosses who were shot to death were not supporters of him at all. It's just that she is too powerful, unwilling to submit to her mother, and wants to break away from the Nangong family and establish her own family.

Lan Qiao heard the voice and came over, picked up the remote control panel on the table and turned off the TV, "The meal is ready."

As soon as the three of them sat down, Aunt Lin suddenly said, "Look at my memory, I forgot to serve the soup."

Nangong Yu quickly pressed Aunt Lin's hand, "I've been busy all morning, let Lan Qiao take it."

Lan Qiao got up to serve the soup, Nangong Yu moved the plate to leave a place for the soup.

Lan Qiao put the freshly cooked soup on the table, her fingers were reddish.

"You should have covered it with a handkerchief." Nangong Yu touched the hot soup bowl, but he didn't know how Lan Qiao brought it over without saying a word.

Four dishes and one soup, simple tea and light rice, but the taste is excellent.

"My daughter is as old as you, and I always wanted her to stay with me, but she must go to a big city to work hard. Now the work is busy and stressful, and I have to work overtime during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Hey..." Aunt Lin Sheng A bowl of soup was handed to Nangong Yu.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion.

Lan Qiao took the soup from Aunt Lin, stirred it with a spoon for a while, and waited until the soup was less hot before handing it to Nangong Yu.

"You are not locals, aren't you? Why don't you go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Aunt Lin picked up two pieces of salt and pepper octopus and put them in their bowls.

Lan Qiao put the octopus in Nangong Yu's bowl into her own bowl, carefully removed the thorns, and then put the fish back into Nangong Yu's bowl.

"No family." After a long silence, Nangong Yu said these four words lightly.

Lan Qiao felt a little pain in her heart. She was an orphan, so naturally she had no family, but Nangong Yu was different. She had a family originally, a mother who broke her legs, and a sister who wanted her to die. Such a family Might as well not have it.

After dinner, Lan Qiao cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Aunt Lin and Nangong Yu sat in the living room chatting.

"This is the autumn clothes I bought for Jiaojiao. I don't know if she has lost weight recently. I bought it according to the previous size. This is the salted duck egg I made myself. The salted duck egg sold in the supermarket is too salty. I ate it. Unhealthy. And this one, the cashmere scarf I knitted for her by myself. Many of the scarves sold outside are said to be [-]% cashmere. In fact, many of them are mixed with wool and rabbit fur. Jiaojiao’s skin will be allergic after wearing it for a while.. ..." Aunt Lin never left her daughter, and prepared a lot of things to pack and send.

Nangong Yu took a look, and found that many things can be bought in supermarkets, and the shipping costs are more expensive than the things themselves.

It turns out that this is how ordinary mothers and daughters get along with each other...

When leaving, Aunt Lin wrapped two cashmere scarves, one red and one blue, around their necks.

"For us?" Nangong Yu was a little flattered, the soft and delicate fabric was very comfortable.Nangong Yu suddenly became envious of Aunt Lin's daughter whom she had never met.

Mother-daughter affection, family happiness, for her who was born into a family of gangsters, after all, they are extravagant hopes...

Recently, Lan Qiao frequently visited Aunt Lin's house, staying for several hours without knowing why.Lan Qiao didn't take the initiative to say it, and Nangong Yu didn't bother to ask, but she guessed it somewhat.

In the evening, Lan Qiao suddenly solemnly cooked a table full of dishes. Nangong Yu further verified his conjecture. During this time, Lan Qiao went to Aunt Lin's place to steal a lesson.

"Miss, try it, do you like it?" Lan Qiao handed the chopsticks to Nangong Yu, feeling a little uneasy, and her heartbeat seemed to be a little faster than usual.For the first time, the killer who is calm and calm during long-distance sniping and assassination, and who is calm when the enemy's gun is put on his head, cannot maintain his previous self-confidence and calmness for the first time.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, glutinous rice ribs, braised lion head, fried chicken noodles... are all Nangong Yu's favorite dishes. Qiao is still a rookie who doesn't know anything about cooking. Now it's not easy to cook a table full of delicious food by himself.

Lan Qiao has always been very smart and worked very hard. When she first entered the gang killer camp ten years ago, she was younger than others and her foundation was weaker than others. The pinnacle location.He spends twice as much time as others on training, and never slacks up even when he is sick or injured. The master even takes notes when he teaches fighting skills, and he concentrates on studying and thinking while walking and eating.After seven years of fighting regardless of her life, Lan Qiao finally got what she had been pursuing so hard, the position of the personal bodyguard of the young master of the Nangong family.

"Joe, if this goes on like this, I will be fattened by you." In the past, the gang affairs were complicated and there were a lot of worries, but now they are free.

"Miss is too thin, she needs to grow some flesh." Every time I hugged him horizontally, I felt that the person in my arms was too thin and thin, which not only made people feel distressed.

After the two had dinner, Nangong Yu went back to the living room to continue reading, while Lan Qiao packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Nangong Yu finished the last few pages of a book, slid the wheelchair to the study room, and was about to change the book to continue reading, but the book he wanted to read was placed on the top shelf of the bookshelf, out of reach.Nangong Yu had to slide the wheelchair again and went back to the kitchen to ask Lan Qiao for help.

As soon as she opened the kitchen door, she could smell the smell of cigarettes. Lan Qiao was smoking while washing the dishes.

"Lan Qiao, don't smoke at home."

Lan Qiao quickly pinched out the cigarette, and the eldest lady would only call her "Lan Qiao" instead of "Joe" when she was not very happy.

"I turned on the range hood." Lan Qiao explained.

"That's not OK."

"Yes, miss." Lan Qiao accepted the order and continued with the work at hand.Water splashed and wet Lan Qiao's sleeves.

"Extend your hand." Nangong Yu helped Lan Qiao roll up her sleeves while talking, "I want to smoke when I go out for a walk, but don't smoke too much, at most two cigarettes a day."

The eldest lady spoke, but Lan Qiao dared not refuse.

On the top floor of the bookcase, Lan Qiao 172 had to stand on tiptoes to touch it. The books as thick as a dictionary were heavy in his hands. Lan Qiao looked at the title of the book——Zi Zhi Tong Jian.Lan Qiao seldom reads books, but mostly flips through magazines on military current affairs.Only the young lady has the interest and patience to read this kind of obscure history books slowly.

The air was cool at night, and the neighborhood was quiet and peaceful. Lan Qiao pushed Nangong Yu out for a walk, and stopped by the convenience store at the gate of the neighborhood to buy some fruit.

Although the convenience store is not big, it has basic daily necessities and the prices are affordable. Residents of the community often visit here for convenience.

The owner of the convenience store is a middle-aged man in his 60s. His face looks older than his actual age. Uncle Chen has been guarding the convenience store for several years, and the residents in the community know him.

Uncle Chen is straightforward, warm and generous.The two of them forgot to bring their wallets when they came shopping last time. Uncle Chen asked them to take the things and leave, and the money will be given next time.Nangong Yu and the others would come to the convenience store every two or three days, and they were considered Uncle Chen's regular customers.

"A new batch of pomegranates came in today. They are big and fresh. Girls should eat more for beauty." Uncle Chen said cheerfully.

Nangong Yu stepped forward to pick pomegranates. There are not many varieties of fruits in convenience stores, and now it is the season to eat pomegranates.After a lot of selection, I finally selected three plump and round large pomegranates.

"The cigarettes you asked for last time have also arrived, how about a pack?" Uncle Chen opened the drawer, took out a pack and handed it to Lan Qiao.

Lan Qiao didn't dare to answer it for a while, and carefully looked at the young lady's face.