Chapter 5 The male mother from Luofu and the arrogant little pineapple...
Jing Yuan was already quite used to Bai Lan's harassment. Besides, Bai Lan didn't do anything. She would just pop up next to him from time to time and ask, "Who are you?" Compared to the Star Core Hunter who would blow up all the vehicles that Little Azure Dragon had ridden, Bai Lan could be considered a good boy, even if this boy was a bit big.
"Alright, young man, don't overthink things, or you'll lose your hair," Jing Yuan said with a smile.
Bai Lan's eyes swept over his head, and she couldn't help but sigh again that Jing Yuan's hair was so thick that it would make the British envious.
"Tsk." Bai Lan leaned back and took out her phone, which had been vibrating for a while, from her pocket. "What is it?"
"Mr. Byakuran, where are you now?" Irie Shoichi's voice sounded angry. "You just disappear all the time, are you a child? Besides, you made an appointment with Mr. Giovanna at six o'clock this afternoon, and it's already five-thirty!"
Giovanna? Who's that?
A hint of doubt flashed in Byakuran's eyes before she remembered, "Oh, this is the new leader of Passioned, and also a member with Stand abilities."
Seeing that he hadn't replied for a while, several veins bulged on Irie Shoichi's forehead: "Mr. Byakuran, you haven't completely forgotten about this, have you?"
"Oh? How could that be?" Bai Lan said with a smile, "Xiao Zheng has some faith in me, doesn't he?"
After calming her subordinate who was about to explode, Bai Lan sighed: "Although I really want to continue chatting with you for a while, if I don't go back soon, Xiao Zheng will have a stomachache again."
Standing up, Bai Lan walked towards the door and said to Jing Yuan, "Wait for me to come back and continue."
"Hmm~" Jing Yuan neither agreed nor refused.
Bai Lan glanced back at him, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she left without saying anything.
As a result, Jing Yuan was left alone in the room, and the once lively room became deserted in the blink of an eye.
Jingyuan enjoyed the rest of the red wine by himself, then went to the balcony for a while to enjoy the breeze before washing up and going to bed.
Since retiring, Jingyuan's daily routine has become much more regular, almost to the point of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Rokudo Mukuro has complained more than once that he's like an old man from the last century, but whenever it's Jingyuan's rest time, Rokudo Mukuro would subconsciously make quiet movements, afraid of waking Jingyuan.
"What a good kid," Jingyuan sighed, "but he's not honest enough."
Compared to the lively and cheerful Yanqing, Rokudo Mukuro was unusually introverted. Moreover, due to his upbringing, Rokudo Mukuro almost never trusted others, not even Shirojima Inu and Kakimoto Chikusa who were always by his side.
Joshima Inu and Kakimoto Chikusa were also subjects of experiments used by the Estraneo family, but unlike Rokudo Mukuro, they were not Europeans or Italians, but Japanese who had been trafficked here.
Perhaps out of sympathy for each other, or perhaps out of a sense of indebtedness, Rokudo Mukuro took the two children under his protection.
"What nonsense are you thinking?" Rokudo Mukuro looked at him with a mocking gaze. "Why should I feel indebted to them? Just because I was born into the Estraneo family? Ridiculous! I have no sense of belonging to this family that treated me as an experimental subject. What do their sins have to do with me?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Jingyuan was also very obedient. He picked up the apron and asked as he put it on, "What would Master Mukuro like to eat tonight?"
"...Tsk, don't call me that like Chigusa and the others." Rokudo Mukuro was a little annoyed, but his attention was drawn to something else. He watched Jingyuan skillfully tidying up in the kitchen and asked, "You can cook?"
It's no wonder he asked such a question, because Jingyuan gives the impression of a pampered young master who never lifts a finger and needs to be waited on by a group of people.
"There's no other way; you have to take control of your own stomach." Jing Yuan didn't want to talk about how he was almost poisoned to death by the other four members of the Five Heroes of the Clouds, but he learned to be self-reliant.
Seeing his somewhat subtle expression, Rokudo Mukuro couldn't help but ask, "You didn't get food poisoning from someone before, did you?"
"Yeah, I almost lost my life back then." Jing Yuan finally finished cleaning up the kitchen. "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
Rokudo Mukuro thought for a moment, but there wasn't anything he particularly wanted to eat: "Then... spaghetti, please. Hmm? What's with that look?"
“It’s nothing, I just suddenly realized that you’re actually Italian,” Jing Yuan said.
Rokudo Mukuro: "..."
“It’s not my fault. Who told you to give yourself an Eastern name?” Jingyuan felt it wasn’t his fault. “Besides, you’re always inseparable from Inu and Chigusa. I was starting to think you were Japanese.”
Rokudo Mukuro really wanted to roll his eyes at him in an unseemly way, but in order to maintain his already crumbling aloof image in front of Keigen, he held back.
Jing Yuan can cook, that's true, but he really can't make spaghetti. So he has to take out his phone, watch a video, and follow along.
Rokudo Mukuro didn't find it boring at all, so he leaned against the kitchen wall and chatted casually with Keigen.
What did you do before?
"A soldier."
"Can soldiers have long hair?" Rokudo Mukuro felt that Keigen was fooling him again.
"We don't care about these things where we're from." Their Immortal Ship doesn't have strict requirements for the appearance of the Cloud Cavalry. As long as they can kill abundant monsters, it's okay even if you're wearing flowery shorts and waving your hands at everyone you see. However, the reserved people of the Immortal Ship rarely do that.
"So what is your position?"
"General."
"Wow~" Rokudo Mukuro feigned surprise, "Are you sure this general is authentic?"
"Would I, a sincere person, lie to you?"
The two chatted back and forth, and before long, the pasta was ready.
Rokudo Mukuro hesitated for a moment before tasting it and then commented, "Not bad."
While it can't compare to a five-star chef's food, it's far better than a jojima dog; at least it doesn't make you feel nauseous after eating it.
To be fair, Rokudo Mukuro quite liked Keigen. Not only was he good-looking and had a pleasant voice, but most importantly, Keigen hated the Mafia just like him.
Rokudo Mukuro hates the Mafia and those who used him and Kenjiro as test subjects, so he wants to destroy the Estraneo family and all the Mafia families.
"A good target," Jing Yuan said.
Do you want to join?
"Forget it," Jing Yuan said with a smile. "I won't be staying here for long."
"You're leaving Italy?" Rokudo Mukuro frowned.
“Yeah, I came here for a trip anyway. I’ve stayed in Italy long enough, it’s time to go somewhere else. What? You’re going to miss me?” Jing Yuan winked at him.
Contrary to usual, Rokudo Mukuro didn't get angry. Instead, he asked seriously, "If I said yes, would you stay?"
“No,” Jing Yuan said.
He was destined to leave, but...
"I can still spend more time with you."
Seeing Jingyuan's smiling face, Rokudo Mukuro couldn't bring himself to say, "Who needs you to accompany me?"
As a long-lived being with exceptionally rich experience in raising children, Jing Yuan knew very well that it was best not to expose the child's thoughts at this time, lest he become angry and embarrassed. So he smiled and asked, "Would you like a glass of milk?"
"Who wants milk?" Rokudo Mukuro instinctively wanted to object, but when he thought of Jingyuan's enviable height, he finally gave in: "Yes."
Sooner or later, he will grow taller than Jingyuan!
A note from the author:
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I've created a fanfiction about Jingliu, Feng, and the other three guys being terrible cooks—kitchen killers! Anyway, miHoYo hasn't updated any information about the Five Heroes of the Cloud Realm yet, so let me just ramble on for now. I'm sure the official sources will refute me later _(:з」∠)_
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