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Chapter 47 I Don't Need An Extra Dad

Shiraishi paused for a moment at the gate and continued to the vegetable market.

The originally vague impression gradually became clear after Boss Zhenzhong shouted from afar.

——Director Ochiai is an old man who loves art and has worked in this exhibition hall for many years. However, recently, affected by the financial crisis, the owner of the exhibition hall had no choice but to sell the exhibition hall.

The buyer is the "real boss".

After Zhenzhong took over, he did not continue to open the exhibition hall as promised, but planned to convert it into a hotel.

This made Director Ochiai very angry.

What's even more embarrassing is that for some reason, Manaka often came to taunt Director Ochiai. In the end, the angry director invited him to the exhibition hall, wore a knight's armor, and nailed Manaka to the wall with a heavy Western sword.

The more Shiraishi thought about it, the more he felt that these two people were simply difficult to figure out.

The exhibits in the museum may be more valuable than this exhibition hall. Boss Zhenzhong spent a lot of money to buy them. Why not resell them instead of destroying them?

Combined with the task title...

Could it be that he is actually a person who loves art and calls the exhibits junk, but actually wants to take them home and lick them by himself?

Also, what did he mean by "the painting in the hands of Director Ochiai" just now?

Shiraishi had no memory of this matter. He didn't know whether it was not in the original work or whether it was there but he had forgotten it.

As for Director Ochiai, he is even more extraordinary.

His anger is of course understandable, but the boss who sells the pavilion must also have a hand in this matter - most of the businessmen are clever and clever, and there is also a team to help with the consultation. Without the acquiescence of the original boss, how could the contract not involve the renovation?

on the one hand?

...Is the world of rich people so boring and complicated? Shiraishi walked into the vegetable market, selected a few commonly eaten ingredients, bought some seasonings, and returned home with a bunch of things.

The Butterfly Ninja looked at the dishes in Shiraishi's hand, did not refuse, and happily carried the bags to the kitchen.

But Shiraishi always felt that the way she looked at vegetables didn't look like she was looking at vegetables, but rather creepy.

...Why don't you change into your pajamas now? You might have to go out and buy a packed lunch later.

After passing through the door behind the counter and returning home, Shiraishi leaned back on the sofa skillfully, turned on the light screen, and went straight to the task bar.

It’s time for the lottery draw again, where surprises and scares coexist.

Opening the completed task, Shiraishi found that the reward was pretty good.

【50,000 yen】

【[N]Memory Fragments】

[Random props [click to draw]]

50,000 yen was put into the bank card, and the N-level memory fragment was put into the backpack, lying side by side with the previous piece of Tamada Rikuto. The color was slightly different, and the interface was quite beautiful.

Shiraishi admired it for a while, then looked at the last column:

[Random props [click to draw]]

After clicking, the font starts to scroll.

Soon, the text became "Father's love is like a mountain".

"..." Bai Shi looked at this strange name and his eyes jumped twice.

Under his gaze, the reward slid into the backpack like a meteor and turned into a Q version of a mountain pattern.

...Can it be possible to summon a mountain?

But according to the nature of the system, even if there are mountains, it will definitely not be able to crush people.

Is it to separate enemies, or to climb it twice a day to keep fit?

My eyes stopped on the icon for a while, and the text box expanded quickly:

【[Defense]Father's love is like a mountain】

[Type: Consumables]

[Use: Produce some kind of mysterious radiation, causing male creatures within a thirty-meter radius to show paternal care to the user. The duration ranges from 5 to 15 minutes]

[Note: Although there are cute dads who praise their sons to heaven, there are also tough-guy strict fathers who "beat, scold, and love"]

"..." In other words, even if someone stares at his son, if he is unlucky, he might suddenly get beaten up by the people around him?

Although it is the first piece of armor I have obtained, who would use such a deceptive thing?



When Shiraishi was receiving the reward, a strange smell gradually drifted in from the crack in the door connected to the coffee shop.

Bai Shi smelled it twice and stood up in surprise.

The smell cannot be said to be bad, but it is definitely not the smell of food. It smells very exciting - not that kind of excitement, but the kind of more serious scientific stimulation.

...Is the butterfly ninja really cooking?

Bai Shi covered his mouth and nose and walked quietly to the door, wanting to open it and see what was going on outside.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I put my hand on the doorknob, I heard a very gentle voice coming from outside:

"Don't come out yet. It's a bit dangerous for you here. I will call you when the meal is ready."

"!" Baishi quickly withdrew his hand, hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally could only force himself to calm down and said, "...Don't attract the police and fire brigade."

"Okay~"

The Butterfly Ninja sounded very happy, and the long and happy ending made Shiraishi shiver.

...It was indeed the right thing not to change into pajamas.

Let’s taste it politely for a while, and then go buy a lunch box.

boom--!

Sizzling——

A series of strange movements sounded through the door.

"..."

Whatever you want to try, just go buy a box lunch!

As soon as he thought of it, Shiraishi slipped out of the back door, ran to the restaurant on the next street, and packed a few dishes back.

Butterfly Ninja said she didn't need to eat, so Shiraishi didn't bring it to her.

After returning, the Butterfly Ninja still didn't come to call for help, and the strange movements in the kitchen continued.

Shiraishi opened his lunch box, took two bites, and then habitually wanted to take out his mobile phone and watch a TV series.

But he stretched his hand toward his trouser pocket. Before he could reach it, he suddenly came back to his senses, clicked his tongue, and withdrew his hand lonelyly.

In the end, I could only open the light screen and see what else I could play.



After playing two rounds of minesweeping and putting away the lunch boxes after dinner, the front door suddenly received two knocks.

Butterfly Ren's gentle but chilling voice sounded from behind: "It's done."

Shiraishi almost choked and coughed a few times: "Come right away."

Although I don’t plan to eat it, after all, I had the food cooked by myself, so I should still take a look.

Shiraishi cautiously opened the door a crack and peeked out.

Everything at the counter is normal and the strange smell has dissipated.

But the bottom of the pot placed in the sink was already a colorful black, and I didn't know what it had just experienced.

The food was plated by Butterfly Ninja and placed on the dining table closest to the counter. She was cleaning up the mess by the sink.

Shiraishi walked over, ready to praise the food and smell, and then politely say that he wasn't hungry. But before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly froze.

The dishes on the plate actually looked normal.

But that's not the point - next to the dinner plate, there are several bottle-cap-sized spherical objects placed randomly on the table, like some enlarged versions of cod liver oil capsules.

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