The Legendary Family of One Piece

Chapter 86 The human heart is the most unpredictable thing!

Inside the No. 9 Music Restaurant, the sound of plates being stacked could be heard.

Everyone sat around the four corners, with four people sitting at a table in the middle.

Lina gracefully wiped the tableware, with desserts and fruits laid out in front of her.

Mitis straightened his back, with his ever-present book beside him.

Charlotte leaned comfortably against the chair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, looking languid and lazy, her eyes occasionally glancing at Beta, who was eating rice.

Beta was still working hard, with a pile of empty plates on the table in front of him!

The little boy Moke, who was serving dishes nearby, looked ashen-faced.

This is an incredible amount of food; he was a little worried about whether his grandfather's stamina could keep up.

Charlotte felt she couldn't bear to look at him anymore; anyone who didn't know better would think she was abusing him and not letting him eat his fill.

This is already the fifth round, and everyone else has already put down their cutlery.

Only Beta remained steadfast.

The dishes that had just been served vanished in an instant, leaving the onlookers' eyelids twitching.

Charlotte took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring. Her eating habits were truly alarming.

At this rate of appetite, he's really worried he won't be able to feed this glutton in the future!

Um... there are also three big gluttons.

The future is in jeopardy!

My money!

"Delicious, so delicious!"

"Delicious, so delicious!"

"I want more!"

Beta roared, almost jumping for joy with excitement.

Of course, Charlotte also thought this was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten.

This is a sentiment shared by everyone.

The little boy, Moke, came running up, panting. "Guest, guest, I'm so sorry! We're out of ingredients."

Beta wasn't disappointed at all; instead, she happily said, "Thank you so much! I'm very satisfied with what I ate. It was just right; any more would have been a waste."

The somewhat tired old chef, Mopa, came out of the kitchen, feeling extremely gratified upon hearing these words.

Thank you for your recognition.

Even if it's tiring, it's a chef's honor to be able to feed people well and make them happy.

Charlotte looked at the old chef, Mopa, and asked.

"Grandpa Mopa, I think your cooking is delicious! You shouldn't be unable to even pay the protection money!"

Old Chef Mopa, his face wrinkled, forced a smile. "Perhaps, it might not suit the islanders' tastes!"

"How could this be?" Beta denied in surprise; it was too incredible.

Only the most discerning diners would find this unpalatable.

"No, Grandpa, you're lying!" the little boy, Moke, said angrily. "It's not that everyone thinks it tastes bad."

"Alright, that's enough. Moke still has guests." The old chef tried to stop him.

"That's how it is. If it weren't for that greedy bastard constantly suppressing us, things wouldn't be like this now."

Moke's long-held grievances finally erupted into a furious roar, after which he stormed off.

Grandpa has always been the best chef in little Moke's heart.

Old Chef Mopa looked at his departing grandson with a face full of shame; he knew the little guy's grievances.

Mitis looked at Moke, a little boy about the same age as him, and followed closely behind.

Charlotte did not stop him.

"Sigh..." Old Chef Mopa sighed heavily, a sigh filled with endless helplessness.

"Please excuse my impulsiveness; my child is still young."

Charlotte quietly put down her cigarette and shook her head repeatedly. "This is how young people should act. Maturity should belong to adults."

Old Chef Mopa looked at Charlotte with some surprise, "Guest, you are the truly intelligent one. I am no match for you."

Outside the restaurant, a little boy named Moke sat under a tree, looking regretful. He had just been too loud.

It must have hurt Grandpa's feelings; just thinking about it made my eyes red.

Are you alright?

Upon hearing the voice behind him, Moke immediately composed himself and looked at the person who had approached.

"I'm fine, thanks."

Mitis smiled and said, "It's good that you're alright."

Under the bright sunshine and in the cool shade of the trees, the two boys stood and sat, talking to each other.

The boy's spirit drew closer to the present moment; one spoke, and the other listened quietly, like old friends who had known each other for a long time.

They soon started chatting and laughing.

Charlotte, who had just come out, looked at the scene with some surprise.

Suddenly I feel a sense of peace and tranquility!

"How are you two? What are you thinking about?"

The two suddenly woke up and turned around.

"Mr. Charlotte."

Charlotte smiled and looked at the two respectful people. "What's wrong? Tell me, maybe I can help you solve it?"

Upon hearing this, Mitis's eyes lit up slightly.

He nudged Moke with his elbow cautiously, and winked at him to give him a meaningful look.

Moke quickly realized that he had just heard Mitis tell him a lot about Charlotte.

This gave him an innate fondness for Charlotte.

"Mr. Charlotte, are you really willing to help me?"

"certainly."

Charlotte smiled warmly. It was because the old chef, Mopa, wanted to express his gratitude for their help in getting him out of trouble, and he couldn't just do nothing without accepting payment.

After all, it was just a casual thing to do, and besides, those guys were not to be trifled with.

It wasn't really related to the old chef, Mopa, but he couldn't resist the old man's insistence.

Social obligations are the most troublesome thing!

So he decided to help them out, and he thought highly of the boy, Moke.

As for Mitis's various little tricks, Charlotte pretended not to see them. The youthful spirit was the purest in this era, and once it expired, it would never be possessed again.

Mok took a deep breath under Mitis's encouraging gaze and spoke.

"The town's wealthy man wanted my grandfather to become his private chef and cook for him alone."

"However, Grandpa refused. He felt that a chef's job was to make delicious food available to more people, not to cook for just one person."

Charlotte wasn't surprised at all. It's the world of One Piece! It's normal for chefs to have their own goals and bottom lines, isn't it?

"Later, that despicable rich man colluded with local bandits and thugs to cause trouble at the restaurant, trying to force my grandfather to submit."

Charlotte nodded slightly. It was something that was neither complicated nor dangerous, and he could handle it with ease.

"Then, what do you need me to do?"

Moke was stunned for a moment. To be honest, after he told all this, he felt surprisingly calm.

Murder was something an ordinary teenager like him had never even considered. "Could I teach him a lesson?"

Seeing the boy's sincerity, Charlotte felt quite fond of him; he was indeed a simple and kind child.

Indeed, while the wealthy man's actions were somewhat excessive, they did not warrant murder.

"Alright, then let's teach him a lesson."

Charlotte responded and immediately ordered his men to take action, of course, they wouldn't let the thugs and bandits get away either.

We'll gladly accept the wealth of the rich who are heartless.

Subsequently, members of the Heberfeller family appeared in the town.

With Charlotte's help, Moke quickly fulfilled his wish for "revenge," and the knot in his heart dissipated.

"So, have you made your plans, old man? That person won't do anything for a short time after we leave, but no one can guarantee what will happen in the long run."

"The human heart is the most unpredictable thing!"

Old Chef Mopa looked at Charlotte and nodded. How could he not understand such a principle?

For the sake of his grandson and to continue making delicious food, he agreed to Charlotte's suggestion.

They decided to go to Lati Island with Charlotte and her group.

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(End of this chapter)