Chapter 1097: NO.2: Brother, don't do that

NO. 2: Brother, don't do that

Aomo knows a certain truth.

That is, no matter how much we advocate that there is no hierarchy among people, people's hearts still assign value to individuals.

There are also differences between friends, and between family members; no one can truly keep a bowl of water level in handling interpersonal relations, and even he often needs to adjust his attitude toward the four horse girls under his training.

But even so, occasional little tantrums from the girls still appear.

Even though we know everything has a cause, people are not omniscient, so it's inevitable to feel that the other is throwing a baseless little fit.

Of course, this does not mean that any of the four horse girls is throwing a tantrum.

Although some conversation at the table indeed carries a few hints of subtle yin-yang weirdness.

And although a certain unnamed brown-haired horse girl keeps glaring at Ling and Isamara, as well as Shu.

Even another brown-haired horse girl seems to be showing inappropriate frequent attention toward her.

But considering that Xi and Qieliènína are like that, it might be said that everyone else at the table is paying a lot of attention to these three "strangers," and topics about them keep being thrown out; in this situation, such behavior seems to have become a matter of course.

What Aomo cares about is not the strange atmosphere at the table, nor the restless little hand that someone placed under the table and he lightly patted and pushed back, but a kind of temporal value.

Yes, what shows difference is not only people, but also a person's time.

Just as he recently lamented that time feels increasingly hard to endure, with various tasks piling up tighter and tighter—this itself already shows a difference from past time.

Different time also possesses different value, and now is exactly the moment he feels the show effect is abundant.

To be honest, this is merely a casual gathering prompted by chance.

Although two more strangers joined, and also a stranger who took on the role of chef and made a table of good dishes, and that stranger's sister, but precisely because she made that table of good dishes, everyone's chopsticks never stopped.

Among this, differences in native place do not affect everyone's performance.

Even Qieliènína, a resident of the Yiluo District, raised in the Anmei District, and stationed in the Dongyan District, skillfully holds chopsticks, this East Asian cultural utensil, displaying combat power not inferior to that of the Jidong District, or the Dongyan District locals.

Even the obviously lazy and picky Ailisuzhi, who always picks and chooses with high demands, cannot help but acknowledge Shu's cooking skills.

A certain silent gobbling cyber horse girl, when no one was noticing, had already gone to look for the electric rice cooker several times on her own.

Just as in male-female relations there is often the saying "If you want to capture someone's heart, you must first capture their stomach," food can soften hostility and barriers.

Except for a few individuals still holding onto that hostility, some little girls' gazes at Shu have already become reverent; even the wolf-eared big girl who looks like a neutral unit likewise praises Shu's craftsmanship, and even together with another cold‑outside‑hot‑inside tsundere little girl they have taken up the scriptures.

Like being curious about how certain dishes are made—needless to say, they, and even the sole man at the table, are listening attentively—although he had already heard some parts while staying in the kitchen before and after.

For Aomo, the most valuable is also this segment after the meal when daily topics are discussed.

Of course, not referring to the gains from the recipes.

Although the recipe gains are also valuable, for him, someone for whom observation has become habit, each gathering is equivalent to 'The Last Supper.'

It's not that eating causes death, but rather each person's facial expression changes and mindset shifts are that obvious, that vivid.

Since his student days, Aomo has liked participating in class meals, never missing.

Precisely because each large table, whether his own or others', is a scene that lets him feel very show‑worthy.

And among these, the one he has contacted the least is, of course, the Hongmen Banquet.

Benefiting from his attendance at a school with a high promotion rate of the Dongyan style, almost all his classmates spend most of their time on grades‑involved competition, leaving little room for traditional campus 80‑style expression.

The only chance to see the 80 style is a group of people flipping through their score sheets on the screen to form circles and rank levels, building study‑class cliques, not including the top five!

Isolation!

Of course, this is useless.

But this group's hostility only goes this far; at the class gathering meal segment, it stands out as eating and drinking, scolding teachers when there are none, scolding score lines when there are teachers, mutual hatred.

Therefore, such meals where everyone harbors hostility toward each other are still relatively rare for him.

He only saw it once at a former coworker's meal, and then…… although he said his earliest shrinking happened when, together with Penglu Logistics colleagues and the trio Qianming, Wanshan, and Zhenjiling who came to 'visit,' he seemed to have a hint of that.

But that hostility was still too faint.

If it weren't for Lapland sending him a message 'praise the opposite,' Aomo would almost think his observation was an illusion.

And now, Suzi's unreasonable, seemingly resurgent adolescent possessiveness hostility is all too obvious.

By comparison, Xi's vigilant gaze, like that of an insecure girlfriend scrutinizing all young males the boyfriend knows, is still relatively normal.

Aomo actually can guess that her initial embarrassed shyness toward him, though partly genuine, also had a deliberate component.

When he and Miss Shu were busy in the kitchen, she and Qieliènína probably had exchanged something with Isamara and Ling.

Otherwise she would have no need to forcibly drag Qieliènína to stay.

If it were merely embarrassed shyness, she could have dragged Suzi instead—that was her best friend in the past—although it's not ruled out that they might have had some disagreement, but to say that she and Qieliènína became best friends overnight……

Could it be that I missed a lot of communication?

Whether this missing communication can be made up or not, Xi is very likely carrying out her little maneuver.

Aomo is actually quite open about this, not overly concerned, trusting the weight of those two, and also trusting that Ling and Isamara will not be offended.

Although Isamara's certain attitudes indeed cause misunderstanding, under her Skadi personality simulation state she is instead rather dull toward these.

If you express yourself straight‑forwardly, she will respond in the same straight‑forward way, even more directly than Qieliènína—that Skadi personality is just that blunt and easy to understand.

And such a blunt, easy‑to‑understand her will readily clear up misunderstandings.

As for Ling.

In emotional intelligence she is certainly without problem; as for attitude and stance… he occasionally thinks that seeing his outrageous dream makes the other feel rather guilty.

He just feels that as long as this blue‑haired female brother doesn't mention that dream, buddies everything is easy to say.

Of course…… he also knows that demanding loyalty from this blue‑haired female buddy is actually not very rational.

Because he just called the opposite side's 'mom' over.

In the simple brothers' loyalty, this can be called the ultimate betrayal!

Slightly more excessive than 'telling the teacher to file a petty report.'

Although the female buddy first teased him in daily jokes, this matter should be discussed with the principle of 'a grievance has a head, a debt has an owner.'

But the buddies are female.

Expecting women with innate emotional circuitry to reason and discuss logic is often a luxury.

But people need to learn to give gender equality.

Cannot say that being female means one will be willful; Qielenina is a typical example, Rudolf is also a typical example, Miss Junchuan is also largely so.

There are always women who can discuss logic; there are even more men who are old-school emotional literary youths.

So here we believe in the lofty righteousness of our female buddies!

That is indeed the poet Lingda who has battled the sandfields; who says generals have no death wish? The sorrow of old fortifications and new willows, the city walls year after year, is never lacking; but only the family affection is its soft spot. If you speak of the affection between men and women...

Do you think it's appropriate?

Aomo, after getting along with her these days, feels that not even a little bit suits her.

Thus he happily sees the misunderstanding resolved, happily sees that several people, from the start hostile toward Shu at the dinner table, gradually eat less and talk, then begin to catch up on family matters—such a change is so effective for the show, making him feel that the dinner table only lacks a plate of fruit.

It would be best if it were sliced watermelon.

Then he heard a greeting:

"Aomo, do you still remember that dream?"

""

Looking at the woman sitting diagonally opposite, laughing with great enthusiasm, raising her hand to hold the wine cup that, after Shu's alcohol restriction order, each sip is extremely precious, as she invites herself to drink.

Aomo's expression was somewhat surprised.

Aomo's gaze also held doubt.

Aomo's heart was pure and unblemished to the end.

But then he heard another sentence.

"Chazuo, this little girl is very talented; oh, find some time to bring her along for me."

"... see if she has time."