I am the former civilized hero.

Ryan roughly guessed what Abonya was thinking. The two of them had talked about this matter, but because the latter's ability was not strong enough and it was not very useful for reference, he was not sure.

"This brings up an old saying from China..."

"I know, it's the man who knows the times who is a hero!" Padu quickly interrupted.

Ryan tapped her on the forehead and corrected her unhappily: "Man can conquer nature."

"Ah, did we remember it wrong?"

"You must have remembered it wrong. Okay, finish writing this line of words and then come out for dinner. We have your favorite food tonight."

Ryan turned and left, as he still had to cook, and when the footsteps faded away, Paddo muttered softly.

“Sister Nia, can you really be as good as the teacher by reading these books?”

I'm afraid not. He possesses more than just wisdom, and your personality doesn't make you a wise man.

Abonya came to a conclusion in her mind, but she was very considerate of others, so she just smiled and replied, "It should be possible, but it will take time and effort."

"Hehe, I'm instantly motivated. Going on vacation under such a tight situation really feels like a dream."

Looking at the girl who was studying seriously, Aponia was very confused. She didn't understand Ryan's intention of doing this, because Padovich didn't show any value that could be used.

He has weak fighting ability and is timid, and it doesn't seem like he will suddenly become a wise man and offer advice.

So, what was he doing with Padre around?

Aponya felt that Ryan was like being in a thick fog and couldn't understand many things, but she looked at the girl who was yawning but persisting.

At least, this feeling is very comfortable and not at all panicky.

Ryan actually didn't have an accurate answer to Aponya's doubts. Perhaps feelings had surpassed value, and he would feel more at ease keeping this little kitten by his side.

He tied on an apron, glanced at Qianjie who was squatting quietly against the wall, and forced himself to suppress his smile.

"I guess I was influenced by Alicia and the others. I think it's better to have a lively atmosphere."

Ryan was not too sure either. He thought about how he was also a lone wolf in the past. All he cared about was completing tasks faster and more efficiently. He did not expect that he had become much lazier now.

No, anyway, we have to wait for the Fire Moth to reveal its weakness. We have to wait anyway, so we might as well take it easy.

Subconsciously finding an excuse for himself, Ryan turned on the gas stove with a "click", heated the frying pan, put the chicken breast in and fried it until golden brown, then reached out to take out the meat and cut it into pieces.

Turn to low heat, add butter, remove from heat and use the remaining heat to melt the butter, add flour and stir until it becomes ghee-like, then add milk, stir quickly and evenly into a paste, finally pour in a pot of broth.

The house was immediately filled with a sweet, milky aroma that drifted outside through the open windows. Even if the intelligence agency's agents lived across the street, they would never have imagined that there was a house full of "human traitors".

Shouldn't this kind of person be hiding in dark corners plotting conspiracies? How could he be cooking dinner openly?

Ryan was used to this kind of life. He added the vegetables and meat, stirred gently with a spoon, turned his head slightly, and saw Qianjie standing beside him at some point.

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, I always feel that you don't seem to be carrying out any plan seriously." Qianjie stroked his chin with a suspicious look.

"Who told me that I have to fight and kill every day? Isn't this kind of leisurely life good?"

"No! Waste of time!"

Then you drank three bowls of rice yesterday, leaving me with only soup.

Ryan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. After so many days, he had realized that Qianjie not only had a tough fist, but also had a tough mouth.

According to what Paduo told him quietly, Qianjie cleaned the house yesterday afternoon while he was out doing some errands. It was a pity that he didn't see him mopping the floor in an apron, otherwise he would have taken a picture of it.

"We're having creamy soup tonight, with bread for dipping."

“Just one dish?”

You just said it was not good, and now you complain that there is only one dish, right?

"It's getting late today, and I don't have time to make a second one. Do you want to give it a try? I heard from Abonya that you are also good at cooking."

That woman is talking nonsense, and who am I to do anything about it?

Qianjie opened his mouth to refuse, but when he saw Ryan's slightly provocative look, his eyes became sharp.

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, I just thought that since we can't really fight with real swords and guns now, we can still use other methods to decide the winner. The so-called fighting spirit does not necessarily require real punches."

If anyone else had said this, Qianjie would have slapped him in the face, but since Ryan said this, he subconsciously thought about it for a moment.

"Boring, I don't have time to play house with you."

He turned and left, but came back after a few steps, and unknowingly put on an apron with a bear pattern.

"But since you've issued a challenge, I have to accept it!"

What a tough guy you are. But could you be a little more tough? I'm trying to pick a fight with a dead end, right?

Ryan was dumbfounded, and that look made Qianjie roar: "What are you looking at? Do you really think I can lose to you even in such a trivial matter!?"

No, I just think the little bear pattern on your chest is very cute.

Ryan didn't bother to interrupt his fun and quickly made a 'please' gesture. Then he saw that Qianjie was not bragging, he was really good at it.

Holding the kitchen knife, with a few "swish" sounds, the carrots, celery and green peppers were all cut into pieces of the same size. The leftover rice from last night was put into the pot, and with the skillful shaking of the pot, the rice grains were cut into pieces one by one.

“Very professional.”

“I never brag!”

Qianjie snorted disdainfully, turned the pot over, put the food on a plate, and ended the battle with a skillful ladle.

He stood straight, holding a pot and a spoon, like a swordsman, and glanced at Abonya and Padufils who had just walked out of the house, and shook his wrist.

Swah——

Cream soup and fried rice flew onto the table without spilling a single drop.

It’s just cooking, is there any need to be so handsome?

Ryan was a little speechless. He had to admit that although Qianjie was a little irritable, his charm as a man was still very strong. He coughed lightly and said:

"You two can be the judges and decide which one is better, my cream soup or Qianjie's soy sauce fried rice."

"Uh, can I choose to abstain?" Padu raised her hand weakly, clearly sensing the danger.

"You can try." Qianjie folded his arms and stared at her coldly.

Soon, Padu sat down at the table, stretched out her trembling hands, tasted it back and forth, showing a look of surprise at first, and then became conflicted.

Both are delicious, one is sweet and greasy, the other is salty and sweet, either way they are much better than canned food.

Padu, who had only had a few normal meals since she was a child, had never been treated like this. It was a relief that her clothes didn't burst on the spot, but the heavy fighting spirit in the room made it impossible for her to enjoy it.

"Brother Qianjie, can we tie?"

"No, there is no such thing as a draw in a fight. It's a fight to the death!"

"Okay, then you win." Pado gave him a thumbs up without hesitation, showing a strong desire to survive.

What a traitor, you are acting like a traitor right now, right? Never mind, I just wanted Qianjie to vent his anger a little.

Ryan rolled his eyes, silently noted the account, then turned to look at Aponia.

There was also some surprise in her eyes, but she was much more stable than Padua Felice. She just held her head up and looked back and forth at Qianjie and Ryan with compassionate eyes.

"Aponia, I told you not to look at me like that. Even if I lose, I don't need any pity!" Qianjie seemed to hate this compassionate look and simply clenched his fists.

"No, Qianjie, you win."

"I won?"

"Yes, you are indeed better than Ryan in this aspect. Even though the gap is so small that it can be ignored, you indeed won." Aponiya spoke slowly, and there was a hint of joy in Qianjie's eyes.

Fighting and killing are for the purpose of winning. Now that we can't kill anymore, we have to use other things instead, but the concept of 'winning' will not change.

"I won." He turned to look at Ryan. In fact, he was quite afraid of this man, which was why he was particularly hungry for victory.

"Well, congratulations. Not many people can beat me in this aspect." Ryan nodded solemnly, and roughly understood how to suppress Qianjie's madness.

It's not very useful to appeal to his emotions or reason with him. I have to keep feeding him carrots to gradually satisfy his fighting spirit, and I will also fight back a little.

"Then let's do this from now on. I'll buy the groceries and you cook."

"Why!?"

"This is the responsibility and honor of the winner."

"Responsibility and glory? I don't need such boring things." Qianjie sat down silently, tore off the bread and mixed it with the thick soup, stuffing it into his mouth in big mouthfuls, "And we have already agreed that these boring things are your job."

"But I seem to be in a good mood, so I'll see how I feel tomorrow."

Ryan was about to curse the man for his shamelessness, but after hearing the last sentence, his eyes gradually softened. He pulled out a stool and enjoyed his dinner under the soft light.

One of the guidelines for getting along with Qianjie is to stroke him along the way.

Chapter 251 What is the Implied Bitterness?

The four of them had been traveling together for almost half a month. The initial barriers and fears had long since disappeared, and even Padufils was not so afraid of Qianjie anymore.

Of course, she still sat as far away from Qianjie as possible. The smart little kitty would not put herself in danger.

The dinner was quite harmonious. Paddo would occasionally tell a joke she had just seen, and Ryan and Abonya would laugh along, then lightly defuse Qianjie's sarcastic remarks.

Everyone has gradually become accustomed to this kind of life, carefully maintaining boundaries, and so far there has not been any unpleasantness.

Qianjie is undoubtedly a troublemaker. He is crazy, but he is not stupid. As long as Ryan keeps his promise, he does not object to this kind of life.

When the lights came on and dinner was over, Ryan took a chair to the balcony and sipped his coffee.

Looking outside, you can see the lights of thousands of homes in Rome and vaguely hear the melodious sounds of violins, making you sigh that this is truly the capital of art.

In addition, as the headquarters of the Cross Church and with a very low frequency of collapse, it is also called the Holy City or the Blessed City, which is somewhat of a spiritual pillar.

Looking inside, Padofils was lying on the sofa with her arms and legs spread out, swinging her slender legs and touching her round belly, with the happiness on her face seeming to overflow.

It was originally her turn to wash the dishes today, but she delayed doing so, saying she was too full. In the end, it was Abonya who helped.

The nun, who had a rather priestly air, was standing by the sink, wiping the dishes clumsily, then tiptoeing and putting the clean bowls into the cupboard above her head.

"Aponya doesn't do much housework, but she looks like a married woman."

Ryan turned his head slightly and saw Qianjie standing upright next to the sofa with his arms folded, staring at the TV intently, his wrist shaking occasionally.