Agath

(twelve)

On the plate in front of him was a steak, the color of which looked very attractive.The side dishes are laid out evenly, which looks extremely particular.Ymir cut off a small piece with a knife and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste is really good, Ymir has to admit.

"Norvis has cooked dinner like this before, right, Ymir?" Bestella wiped her mouth with a napkin, looked at Ymir and said.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, that happened before you were born." She smiled as if mocking herself, and turned her gaze to Yeoerman again.

"Where did you learn such a good craft?"

"Madame Maggie." Yeorman smiled modestly, "She opened a Michelin restaurant in Toulouse, France."

"Female chef?" Bestella leaned forward with great interest.

"She believes that women can do things that men can master."

"What do you mean?" Ymir frowned and watched Yeoerman and his mother talking one by one in a language he didn't understand.

"It's much more beautiful in French." Bestella said, she didn't mean to explain to Ymir.

"Did I tell you? Your French is very pure." Yeoerman changed into English, but what he said was praise.

"It's an advantage to have read a little bit, even if I'm stuck in this house for the rest of my life, I can still speak French fluently."

Ymir heard Yeoman, who was sitting across from him, chuckled softly.

"You won't be stuck in this room, trust me," he said. "How do you pass the time? I want to know more about sister-in-law."

"I don't even know where to start." Thinking of her unremarkable life in recent years, Bestella sighed, as if changing the subject, she said, "Ah, Yorman, you I didn't eat anything!"

Ymir looked down and saw that Yeorman's plate was still full.Not moving at all.

"Could it be that you poisoned us?" Bestella joked.

Yeoerman smiled without saying a word, but looked at Ymir's empty plate.

"Ymir ate everything and almost licked the plate." He stuck out his tongue and made an exaggerated licking motion, which made Bestella laugh all of a sudden.

Ymir was attracted by the bit of tongue protruding from the other party.The red tongue, snake-like Nobuko, made the owner's complexion paler, making him even more unreal.

This man is like a ghostly ghost crawling out of the grave.Ymir thought so.

"As long as you like to eat." Yeoerman seemed to give Ymir a step down. "What else do you want to eat? Want some ice cream?"

"no need."

"No, thank you." Bestella emphasized, with the meaning of not being able to refuse.

Ymir gave a stiff smile as if angry, "No, thank you."

Bestella smiled apologetically at Yeorman.

"Would you like to play the piano for us after dinner, Ymir?"

"I don't want to. What about you, Mom?"

"Ymir!" Bestella emphasized her tone.

"No, thank you." Ymir gritted his teeth and smiled at Yorman.

Yeoerman watched the mother and son secretly contending with each other, without saying anything.He picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the red wine in it.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became awkward for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me that I have an uncle?" Ymir asked.

"I don't know much about him." Bestella glanced at Yeorman, who was sitting upright, "When I met your father, he had already left home and started traveling around the world."

"He once said to me, 'If you never go home, what kind of family are you?'" Yeoerman took another sip of wine, showing a strange expression of joy and sorrow.

"Don't talk about Novus anymore, forgive me." Bestella pushed the chair away and walked upstairs to the bedroom without looking back.

Yeorman stood up and watched Bestra leave.He looked at Ymir quietly, and sat down slowly.

Ymir casually picked up the red wine bottle on the table and played with it, neither of them spoke for a while.

"[-]." After a while, Ymir heard Yeoerman say.

He raised his head and saw that the other party pushed a glass of red wine over, which was exactly the glass that Yeorman drank a few sips before.

"The year you were born." Ymir saw him smiling and looking at himself, not understanding what he wanted to express.

Ymir took the wine glass, raised his head and took several sips.

Through the glass, he saw that Yeorman's smile became stronger, and even the storm brewing in those long and narrow eyes seemed to calm down a lot.

"What do you want to do to me?" Ymir put down his glass and asked.

"Be a friend."

"We don't need to be friends." Ymir stared closely at Yeorman's eyes. He tentatively grabbed Yellman's gloved hand on the table, and found that the other party had no intention of pulling away. .

"We are family from the beginning." Ymir said word by word.