Yang Episodio Story
The cluttered atmosphere was becoming more and more irritating.
With a scowl on my face, I took my usual seat.
“Yang, you're early this morning, aren't you? I just have that report to give you.”
I silently glance at my subordinate. He is holding something that looks like a letter.
"(gulps) ......!"
My subordinate, catching my gaze, gulped and faded away on his own.
He seemed to be very frightened.
It seems that I was just a little too eager to kill him.
(It’s not time to kill him yet).
If my subordinate had not known what I was thinking and had continued to talk pleasantly, I might have killed him then.
“Put it down ......."
I was too lazy to speak out.
But it's also depressing to have them stand there in my sight forever.
The subordinate nods his head and puts the letter on the desk.
Then, he immediately moves away from me.
That's quite wise of him.
"......."
I'm not in the mood to look over the letter yet. If I could sleep, I would fall asleep again. Waking up today was a complete act of nature - not what I wanted.
(It was her fault.)
She started cleaning my room in the morning.
It was a wasteful idea, just like a church lady who values frugality.
And so, if there is a sign of movement in the room, I will naturally wake up.
(I was about to drag her to the bed in frustration.)
This time, the door to my room opened with a rumbling sound. There are only a limited number of idiots who would dare to enter my room unannounced.
It was Lan and Fei.
The twins left the room with the woman's hand, shouting something about breakfast.
I thought about going back to sleep, but…
But I was too weak to do anything about my awakened consciousness.
Reluctantly, I got myself up and grabbed the clothes that had been folded so neatly in vain.
(...... That woman, huh?)
I sigh as I put the sleeves on.
She is a woman who does meaningless things.
If this is the kind of benevolence that the Church teaches, it is really too much of a waste.
Morning porridge, the standard breakfast for Lao Shu, was brought to the table.
As the Lao Shu began to eat in silence, a high-pitched voice echoed through the dining room.
“Eh? This is breakfast?!”
“Only cafe au lait and biscotti?”
It’s noisy.
I looked at them again, annoyed.
“Is it really okay to be just eating that?”
“I (Lan) might not be able to handle it, I’ll collapse before lunch!”
“You collapse? That's impossible......."
The woman laughs at the twins as she leans forward and replies, "Maybe my body has gotten used to it. We've all been living that way for a long time.”
They seem to be talking about the difference in food culture.
I remember hearing that the average breakfast in Italy is just coffee and something sweet.
I don't think it's a particularly interesting topic, but the twins seem to be very interested in it.
“But in our church, we have soup in the morning. We have growing kids, about the size of Lan and Fei."
“Hmm..... what kind of soup?”
“Is there shrimp in it?”
“It's mostly vegetables, especially the soup my friend makes.”
“Can you make it?”
“.... What?”
The woman turns around awkwardly.
I tilted my head slightly and smiled.
“I'm interested in that delicious soup. Maybe I should visit the church too.”
“No, don’t, Yang!”
“No? You say no to me? What right do you have to restrict my actions?”
“That's not what I meant. ......!”
The woman calmed herself down and retorted.
"... The morning of the church starts early, so I don't think it's suitable for you."
“I see. Well, I'll go get your friend. I'll have her make it for me here.”
The woman's face became tense and she hesitated for a while before opening her mouth.
“I'll make it for you next time if you like.”
“Wow! I'm looking forward to it!” Lan squealed.
“I'd rather eat something sweet!” Fei said.
I looked at the woman with a downcast look on her face and smirked. I'm not really interested in soup. I was just teasing her.
(She’s afraid of me, but she’s still trying to stand up against me with her teeth gritting. That habit, she can't hide her fear.)
How funny...
A smile comes to the edge of my mouth when I look at her.
(But then again, you can't help it, can you?)
I stare at the woman and exhale.
(It's boring. Her clothes are too sexy. Would it look a little better if I took them off?)
When I had emptied my morning porridge, I recalled the existence of the letter next to me. I checked the contents and read the report written in his handwriting.
"Hah..." It was a very interesting report. My cheeks relaxed as I read through it.
(It seems they are trying to hide it cleverly, but it's still too easy to read.)
I can easily see traces.
(It's a very gutsy thing for him to steal in front of my eyes and do what he wants to do. I hope he'll come to the point of scratching his head in his sleep.)
There is no reason to keep an eye on him forever.
It'll be a game to relieve my boredom a little.
It's about time I gave him some moxa.
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