Chapter 92: This Kid

"Uncle, tonight I'm going to Uncle Senju Hashirama's house to cook; if you have time, go straight over, if not I'll deliver it to you later."

Lian Ye made a special trip to inform Qianshou Feijian.

So that this old kid won't get home at night without seeing him…

"Brother called you to cook for him?" Qianshou Feijian lifted his head and asked.

"Mm, I'll go back first to cook." Lian Ye turned and left.

Qianshou Feijian's mind was filled with the delicacies Lian Ye would make, causing him to swallow a mouthful of saliva; how could he still think about reviewing documents?

"This kid's dishes are always lavish when he's at Brother's place."

Lian Ye usually just makes simple home‑cooked meals at his own place, but at Senju Hashirama's house he always prepares a full table of delicacies, never repeating the same dish.

He even suspects the kid is being given preferential treatment.

Why does Brother get such good food while he can only have simple home meals?!

Thinking that, Qianshou Feijian sped up his document reviewing.

As long as he works quickly, he can make it in time for dinner.

After all, eating on the spot isn't the same as takeout; those tasty dishes will definitely be devoured by Brother and Gangshou.

All that will be left for him are cold scraps…

Hashirama Residence.

"Haha, Lian Ye, you came quite early." Senju Hashirama laughed and greeted Lian Ye.

"Uncle Senju Hashirama, I'm always punctual." Lian Ye said.

"Uncle Lian Ye, you finally made it!"

Gangshou, with her short legs, hurried forward, grabbed Lian Ye's trouser leg and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Uncle Lian Ye, go make me some food!"

"Alright, alright, Xiao Gangshou, don't be anxious." Lian Ye patted Gangshou's head.

This little Gangshou is so soft and cute.

Who knows how she ended up a violent girl…

"Xiaogang, don't disturb your Uncle Lian Ye."

Xuanwo Mizuto heard the commotion and stepped out of the kitchen.

"Oh." Gangshou reluctantly released her grip on Lian Ye's trouser leg.

Lian Ye, seeing this, smiled and said, "Mizuto Ayi, it's fine."

"Thank you, Lian Ye." Xuanwo Mizuto smiled, as if recalling something, and asked, "Will Feijian come over tonight?"

"I don't know." Lian Ye shook his head, "If he doesn't have time, I'll deliver it to him after I finish."

Anyway, he already greeted that old kid earlier.

If he can make it by mealtime that's best; if not, he'll just send it over.

Lian Ye could never just feast here and leave Qianshou Feijian to suffer alone in the office eating Soldier's Ration Pill, could he?

He is not that kind of person…

"Lian Ye, you're thoughtful." Xuanwo Mizuto covered her mouth and chuckled.

She was still worried Feijian would be too busy to eat, but Lian Ye said he'd deliver it, how filial.

It seems letting Feijian adopt this child was truly the right decision!

When Feijian grows old, he won't have to worry about lacking a caretaker.

"Mizuto Ayi, the ingredients are ready, right?" Lian Ye asked.

Mizuto Ayi said she prepares the ingredients herself, so he didn't bring any.

"The ingredients are already prepared, just waiting for you," Xuanwo Mizuto said.

"Uncle Lian Ye, go cook, I'm hungry," Gangshou tugged Lian Ye's hand.

"Haha, I'm off to cook for you." Lian Ye pinched Gangshou's plump cheek, then smoothly walked into the kitchen.

"You, really gluttonous." Xuanwo Mizuto affectionately flicked Gangshou's nose tip, turned and entered the kitchen to assist Lian Ye.

Gangshou stuck out her tongue playfully, ran to Senju Hashirama's side, and whispered, "Grandpa, while Grandma is helping, let's play a couple of rounds!"

Senju Hashirama glanced furtively toward the kitchen, saw Mizuto hadn't emerged, and cautiously took out a few dice from his pocket.

"Come, come, be careful, don't let your Grandma find out."

"Mm, mm, I got it!"

…………

In the kitchen, the two busy people simultaneously halted their actions.

Xuanwo Mizuto heard the noise outside and helplessly shook her head.

"Aunt Mizuto, aren't you going to keep an eye on them?" Lian Ye asked curiously.

They could hear the dice‑rolling sounds in the kitchen.

Lian Ye thought to himself, Uncle Senju Hashirama truly isn't afraid of death, even gambling with Gangshou.

If he remembers correctly, he was only scolded at noon, right?

How long has it been that the wound has healed and the pain is forgotten?!

"So let him be; Senju Hashirama's just into that." Xuanwo Mizuto sighed and explained, "Since he was injured, he has nothing to do except gamble."

Regarding Senju Hashirama's behavior, she can only turn a blind eye.

As for being angry, it's because the person Senju Hashirama gambles with is Gangshou!

That guy doesn't even spare his granddaughter's pocket money.

What shocked Xuanwo Mizuto was that the usually unlucky Senju Hashirama, when gambling with Gangshou, managed to not lose a single round.

It was just a simple high‑low guess, yet that brat Gangshou never got it right even once…

She doesn't even know whether it's Hashirama's good luck or Gangshou's terrible luck.

"Hahaha, I won again, Xiaogang, you have to accept defeat!"

"Hmph, grandpa, come again!"

Listening to the two's scuffle in the courtyard, Mito Clan's mouth twitched upward, sketching a happy smile.

For her, such simple and warm days are true happiness.

But soon, the smile on her face faded, and a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes.

Given Hashirama's condition, such happy days may not last long.

Although her marriage to Hashirama was an Arranged marriage, years of living together have long cultivated feelings between them.

As a wife, she watches her husband march toward death with her eyes wide open, yet she is powerless.

That feeling is truly agonizing…

Several times, watching Hashirama's deteriorating health, she could only hide and silently shed tears.

Lian Ye naturally noticed Xuanwo Mizuto's sorrowful expression, but he said nothing.

Life and death are not matters that human effort can decide.

If he could, he wouldn't want Senju Hashirama to die just like that.

But there's no way; some things happen regardless of desire.

Since it cannot be changed, one can only choose to accept it.

Lian Ye thought that while Hashirama could still eat, he should prepare more of his favorite dishes, so they wouldn't only think of it when he can no longer eat.

Seeing Lian Ye start handling the ingredients, Xuanwo Mizuto finally snapped out of her sorrow, smiling, "Lian Ye, I'll help you."

"Alright, Mizuto Ayi," Lian Ye said without refusing, letting her assist as an assistant.

It wasn't their first collaboration; they quickly coordinated and finished preparing the ingredients.

Next, Lian Ye began stir‑frying.

This step didn't require Mizuto's help.

She stood beside, watching Lian Ye place plate after plate of finished dishes on the table, just watching and watching.

Then she realized something was off.

The food on the table seemed to be exactly what Hashirama liked…

Xuanwo Mizuto looked at Lian Ye, whose wok spat out smoke, and felt warmth in her heart.

This child…