Trafford’s Trading Club

The stew is being cooked in the kitchen. Once this dish is ready, the menu for the strange white-haired girl will be finished. Now all you need to do is to keep an eye on the heat, so Mr. Smith directly asked the apprentice to do this work. , and he came to the alley at the back.

After finishing his work for the time being, Mr. Smith planned to take a cigarette and take a break.

There are no particularly tall buildings in the town...the sky is not covered by the materials on the earth.

Mr. Smith liked this place very much. He once studied at the university here, but he did not choose to leave after graduation.

Most of the alumni of the same period were puzzled. After all, after graduating from the University of St. Andrews, he ended up becoming a chef.

Obviously Old Smith was very angry with Mr. Smith's behavior, so in the past ten years, the father and son had rarely communicated. Even this time, Mr. Smith's wife Debra was about to be pregnant for the second time, and only his mother, Elura, Madam is willing to come from her hometown.

Although both his wife Debra and his mother Mrs. Elura are working hard to repair the relationship between the old Smith and Mr. Smith, there has not been much progress so far.

He really shouldn't let the relationship between Joe and himself become like his father... Smith slowly thought as he looked at the gradually dispersing incense smoke.

Thinking about it, he took advantage of this opportunity to call home, and the person who answered the phone was his mother, Mrs. Elula.

After asking some questions about his wife, Debra, and learning that his wife was taking a nap, Mr. Smith suddenly said to his mother, Mrs. Elura: "Mum, can you stop scaring Joe with scary stories in the future? I feel like this kid is serious. .”

Mrs. Elura on the other side of the phone was stunned and asked curiously: "Did something happen?"

Mr. Smith had no choice but to briefly explain Joe's situation once, "...This child feels that the God of Death is really going to take him away, and he also said that he can see the God of Death."

"Oh!" Mrs. Elura looked frightened and covered her lips, "This is just a joke, just like the legend of the little devil on Halloween."

"He's just a kid."

"I think I really need to reflect on it." Mrs. Elura said regretfully: "When Joe comes back, I will apologize to him properly."

Mr. Smith briefly chatted with Mrs. Erula for a few more words before turning off the phone.

The cigarette was finished at this time. Mr. Smith put out the cigarette butt and couldn't help but shook his head. How could the God of Death exist in the world?

Suddenly there was a cold wind blowing in the alley...as if something was approaching from behind.

Mr. Smith suddenly felt cold. He turned around subconsciously, but he didn't see anything. It wasn't that he didn't see anything... He suddenly saw a black cat.

The black cat was lying on the tread of an exterior staircase deep in the alley, looking lazy... its golden eyes were like amber, and it was also looking at Mr. Smith.

The moment he looked at the black cat, Mr. Smith frowned slightly... He subconsciously moved closer to the black cat.

The black cat remained motionless, as if he was not afraid of strangers at all. Finally, Mr. Smith was about to come to the black cat... There were only three or four steps left.

At this time, the black cat suddenly stood up... After standing, it remained motionless, with only its tail wagging gently.

Mr. Smith stretched out his hand towards it. He seemed to want to touch it because of some impulse that he could not explain.

"Excuse me"

A voice, as calm as the sea breeze, sounded behind Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith was suddenly startled and turned around hurriedly. What he saw was a young man with a quiet aura... who also had an Asian face.

Mr. Smith couldn't help but think of the personality-filled white-haired girl in his restaurant. He wondered if the young man and her knew each other. Of course, this was just a wild guess on Mr. Smith's part.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Smith asked after calming down.

The young man in front of him didn't look like a arrogant guy, and he didn't get too close, which gave him a just-right feeling... Almost instantly, Mr. Smith felt as if his defenses had been inexplicably broken. .

"I just came here and I'm not familiar with it yet." The young man smiled slightly and said, "Can you tell me how to get to the supermarket?"

"Oh!" Mr. Smith nodded, "You go out from here first..."

Mr. Smith quickly pointed out the direction for the young man who asked for directions, and he was very enthusiastic and also told the approximate locations of some other service-type shops. He knew that newcomers were in great need of these tips.

"You are such a good person." The young man nodded slightly, "Thank you so much... If I have the opportunity, I will also come to your store to taste it."

Of course this is good... No chef would dislike the idea of ​​others eating the food they cooked.

"My name is Smith, I am the chef and owner of this restaurant." Mr. Smith introduced himself very friendly.

"Luo Qiu." The young man said casually, "I just came here and am preparing to enroll in school."

Sure enough... Mr. Smith nodded secretly, but he did not directly say that he was also a student at the university, and he was the other party's senior... because Mr. Smith had come into contact with some Asian students, and they were all relatively implicit.

"Welcome to St. Andrews," Mr. Smith said, doing what a local would do. "You're going to love it here in no time."

Boss Luo nodded with a smile, and slowly left here under Mr. Smith's gaze.

Mr. Smith shook his head casually. As spring passes and autumn comes, many new faces always come to this place every year, and some familiar faces leave here... and he has stayed here for ten years.

Mr. Smith turned around and looked at the exterior stairs again. The little black cat disappeared at some point.

Maybe he went to look for food... Mr. Smith thought to himself that the stew was almost ready.

Mr. Smith quickly returned to the kitchen through the back door. After a while, a small figure slowly walked out from behind the corridor on the outer wall.

…

…

To Mr. Smith's surprise, when he brought out the food, he was very surprised to find that his son Joe was sitting at the table of the white-haired Asian girl. He seemed to be talking about something, and even looked like he was talking. Nice chat.

Mr. Smith naturally knows his son's character... Although Joe can't be said to be introverted and shy, he rarely gets so close to someone he meets for the first time.

Probably because girls have the bonus of being friendly...especially good-looking girls.

This child looks promising... As a father, Mr. Smith smiled and slowly came to Nero, "Miss, your food is ready."

"Oh, really... let me have another beer, boss! I want the biggest cup!" Nero said boldly: "You still have to eat fried chicken with beer!"

"My son has disturbed you, miss." Mr. Smith said.

"Huh?" Nero stretched and said, "It's okay. This kid is quite interesting. Just looking at him makes you want to bully him."

I don’t know what Mr. Smith was thinking in his heart at this moment... Anyway, he walked away and went to find a cup.

"Kid, what did you just say?" Seeing Mr. Smith walk away, Nero directly picked up a piece of chicken popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth. At the end, he licked the seasoning powder on his fingers, "... Did you see Death?"

But Joe just looked at the thumb-sucking elder sister in front of him and said in confusion: "Aren't you Mr. Death?"

"Sister!" Nero narrowed his eyes and said, "If you really saw the God of Death, then that guy must be someone else, not me."

Joe lowered his head, trying hard to understand what he said.

To a certain extent, the former Michael Club god who was known as the tyrant had little patience. At this time, Nero directly opened Joe's mouth with his fingers, "You just need to tell me how you saw the God of Death. , whatever the God of Death looks like, and where you saw it, that’s enough.”

Joe blinked and said, "Are you going to find Mr. Death?"

Nero shrugged and said: "If it feels interesting, I will probably take a look."

Joe curiously asked: "If you find Mr. Death, what will you do if Mr. Death wants to take you away too?"

"It's not certain who will take whom." Nero's nose suddenly became sharp at this moment. It really became sharp. In most cases, the changes of the black soul envoy were due to her being trained and skilled in this way. The second finger also inserted into Joe's mouth, opening the little boy's mouth directly, "Stop talking nonsense, just say what you want."

Joe could only shake his head, "I don't know. Sometimes Mr. Death is a sparrow, sometimes he turns into an owl and stands on the tree, and sometimes he turns into a little mouse and stands outside the window."

Nero suddenly asked curiously: "How are you sure these things are Mr. Death?"

"I just know." Joe said very seriously: "I know! It came to me and took me away! But my grandma and dad didn't believe me. They said I was dreaming."

"Huh..." Nero nodded, "So when you see me, you think I am also transformed by Mr. Death?"

Joe nodded aggrievedly.

Nero suddenly said: "You brat does have a strange smell on you... Mr. Chef also has some on you."

Joe didn't know what she was talking about and could only look at it in confusion.

Nero rolled his eyes at this moment, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and said: "Kid, I can help you beat Mr. Death away~ But there are conditions."

"What conditions?" Joe didn't think much about it.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Nero narrowed his eyes, "But as long as you promise me, I will help you beat Mr. Death away. You can wait until I think of some conditions and fulfill my promise... ...How about it! Isn’t it a good deal?”

"Can you really beat Mr. Death away?" Joe looked confused.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm very powerful~" As he said that, Nero suddenly reached out and grabbed Joe's back collar, lifted him up, and then turned into a gust of black wind, and instantly Rushed out of the restaurant.

In a secretive way, this black wind circled over the town in a short moment, and then returned to the restaurant again.

The black wind gathered and transformed into Nero again. She once again grabbed a piece of fried chicken leg with her bare hands and gnawed on it. Joe on the side opened his mouth so much that it could almost fit an egg in, and his hair stood up. , like a broom.

"Miss, you ordered the beer." Mr. Smith just came back at this time, "Joe, why did your hair become like this?"

"Smith!" Joe pointed at Nero blankly and said, "This sister is so awesome!"

Mr. Smith gave Nero a quizzical look.

She drank all the beer she just brought in one gulp, and burped at the end... Mr. Smith nodded, "Well... it's quite impressive."

"Boss, let's have another cup!" Nero placed the cup heavily on the table and exhaled with satisfaction, "Another plate of fried chicken!"

"Okay...Okay." Mr. Smith could only nodded and glanced at Joe suspiciously. He felt a little strange, but he still walked into the kitchen.

Nero then looked at Joe and said casually: "What, do you believe that I can beat Mr. Death away now?"

Joe nodded vigorously, then thought for a moment and said, "I promise you!"

"What a good boy." Nero's eyes curved up like crescent moons, and then his body atomized directly, and then transformed into a silver-gray leopard, then bit Joe's clothes and lifted him up Get up, jump out of the restaurant directly from the window, and jump onto the roof across the street.

…

When Mr. Smith brought out the fried chicken, he found that the girl with white hair was gone...but there were a few bills on the table, which could cover all the expenses.

Mr. Smith couldn't help but be stunned... He looked next to him and found that Joe was lying on the sofa at the moment, already asleep.

Mr. Smith shook his head, then took a coat to cover Joe, then took back the small blackboard outside the restaurant and hung up the resting sign.

Mr. Smith was also a little sleepy and planned to take a rest.

He sat at the counter and dozed off, but he didn't know that there was a pair of amber eyes outside the window looking at everything in the restaurant... Then, a black kitten jumped away.

The kitten's movements were extremely agile. In just a blink of an eye, it crossed two streets and finally got into a house from a garage.

The house was almost light-proof, and all the curtains were closed... The black cat suddenly jumped on the table in the living room, and then used the table as a stepping stone to jump to a chair in front of the fireplace... jumped into someone's arms. .

The guy sitting on the chair reached out and gently stroked the black cat's back, and then asked in a low voice: "What makes you feel scared, little guy."