Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 06

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Name: 【KP】黑帮过家家 ]

Clinking sounds came from the kitchen— spoons, pots, and pans collided together, with the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace, and the falling sound of snowflakes bending the branches outside the window, playing a movement full of the joy of life.

Hearing the fiery noise, Kinn couldn't hold back and craned his neck to glance at the half-open kitchen door. Thomas sobbed hard at this moment, and Kinn turned his head back with a snap, like a rattle, making Thomas in front of him spit out a small snot bubble, and his round eyes were crescent-shaped, outlining a lovely pear dimple.

"hey-hey."

The tense look on Kinn's face gradually relaxed with Thomas's soft laughter, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing which tendon was wrong, and suddenly raised his hand to poke the little guy, who turned red from crying and became even cuter on the cheeks.

Thomas' small face immediately puffed up in dissatisfaction, and Kinn withdrew his hands as if nothing had happened, put his elbows on his knees, and tilted his head. Inserted his fingers into the gelled black hair. Thomas stared blankly at his series of actions, his attention was completely attracted by the thick black eyebrows on that fair cheek, and as Kinn tilted his head, he also subconsciously tilted his little head.

Unable to realize that they were so cute by the other party, the elder and the younger finally looked at each other and smiled. Kinn smiled extraordinarily happily, showing his white teeth, sincere and beautiful, completely incompatible with his identity as the second young master of the gangster. But who would care? This is a country where no one knows them. There is only a silly 5-year-old kid in front of him, who is always stretched and tired.

Kinn reached out and picked Thomas up, his strong arm resting firmly under his buttocks, it looked like he was familiar with it. Thank you, Kim. Kinn said silently in his heart, his left hand was free, and he couldn't help poking Thomas's fleshless belly button, feeling how light the little guy was while poking.

"Tommy, what's my name? Huh?"

Thomas flinched back in fear of itching, but Kinn's iron-like arms were firmly wrapped around the back of his thighs, leaving him no room to retreat. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Thomas had to change direction, raised his hand to hook Kinn's neck, and hid in the man's arms. When Kinn carried him to the kitchen, Thomas had already buried his face in the neck of the instigator. Willing to get up.

“Chin, chin, kinney.”

Hearing his son's crisp giggles, Porsche, who was busy in the kitchen, even forgot the ingredients in his hands, looked at the source of the sound in amazement, and stared even wider after seeing the newly born novel combination in front of him. He got lost in the scene and couldn't hear Kinn's voice for a while.

"you..."

He wanted to ask what you guys were doing, it was the first time he saw Thomas smiling so happily, and he wanted to ask how Thomas, who was always shy, threw himself into Kinn's arms, even though there were two strangers on the way here. But his eyes seem to have their consciousness. Seeing Thomas lift his small face and lean against Kinn's tough cheek, he can only stare at the two faces stuck together without blinking, sighing silently in his heart. magic.

Kinn and Mile look too much alike, and Thomas combines the characteristics of him and Mile. At first glance, the two faces that stick together really look like father and son.

"What are you going to make?" The gentle and steady male voice pulled back Porsche's wandering thoughts again. Kinn had come to his side at some point, Thomas was placed on the cooking table, and the two of them looked down together. Looking at the messy ingredients, the curiosity in his eyes was comparable.

Porsche coughed lightly, obviously, no one saw him, but still lowered his head uncomfortably, looking at the coconut just taken out of the refrigerator in his hand, and finally remembered his original plan.

The bodyguards prepared a complete range of things in the refrigerator in advance, which can be said to be everything. Porsche picked and picked, and finally picked out some ingredients that he could cook. He doesn’t know if he hasn’t done it for five years. Will not regress to sight.

"Is coconut chicken okay? I can only make this." He said the last sentence in a very low voice as if he was speaking to himself. Kinn thought he was embarrassed, and his first reaction was to say it's okay, you did it I was looking forward to it, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was too active, and he was afraid that he would scared Porsche, so even though it was his real idea, Kinn just blushed and hummed vaguely.

Both chicken and coconut are ready-made, and the coconut chicken is indeed relatively simple. Kinn took the initiative to undertake the work of opening the coconut, and Porsche watched the water in the pot gradually bubble up, a little idly.

But all of this was new and interesting to Thomas, who grew up in prison. Although he sat obediently on the cooking table, his pale hands were caressing the smooth and cold table dishonestly, and his round eyes were dripping. Turn around, look at the water in the Porsche pot for a while, and stretched his neck for a while to see how the coconut in Kinn's hand is blooming.

Fortunately, Kinn is not a life idiot as he looks, his hand movements are very nimble, and he cut a flat hole in the round coconut in two or three strokes, which made Thomas "wow" in surprise and joy, applauding again and again.

Kinn scooped out a spoonful of translucent coconut and held it to Thomas's mouth, which was staring eagerly at him. Thomas didn't sip it immediately, but looked at the silky and jade-like flesh, leaned closer and sniffed it carefully, and hesitantly opened his mouth when he smelled a faintly sweet fragrance and looked at Kinn again.

Kinn gave him an encouraging smile, then stretched out his arms and thrust the spoon with a piece of coconut directly into Thomas's hesitant little mouth.

Unexpectedly, he ate a piece of slightly fishy raw fruit. Thomas immediately frowned and wrinkled his nose. He wrinkled his white and tender face into a white bun. Porsche was afraid that he would not like to spit it out, so he hurriedly pulled out a piece of napkin. Putting the napkin under his mouth, Thomas babbled and swallowed the piece of coconut meat he didn't know whether it was delicious or not.

Porsche was stunned and had no choice but to wipe the corner of his son's juice-stained mouth with the useless napkin, "...is it delicious?"

Just as he was talking, a piece of dug coconut meat appeared in his mouth, and the stainless steel spoon poked gently on his slightly parted lips, like a toy held by a naughty child. As if the next moment it was going to be stuffed into his mouth brutally.

“......”

Porsche followed the spoon to look at the white hand, and then at the owner of the hand. Receiving the suspicious gaze falling on him, Kinn just grinned, showing a mouthful of bright white teeth, and smiled so innocently that almost dazzled Porsche's eyes.

"Daddy eats it too, it's sweet," Thomas said in his voice sweeter than the sweet coconut meat. Porsche naturally didn't agree with him, slowly opened his mouth, squeezed the spoon, and put the piece of coconut meat Carefully put it in his mouth, then quickly backed away, his eyes were fixed on the boiling water, and he didn't dare to look at another person from the beginning to the end, "The water is boiling."

When he spoke, the coconut meat in his mouth had been swallowed whole. Porsche deliberately did not try to taste the taste of that piece of coconut meat, but the sweet and delicious taste seemed to have been engraved in his mind. The stimulation will reactivate his long-sealed taste buds, and even the glands embedded with blockers seem to wake him up in an instant, longing for the comfort of another taste.

That is the smell of sea breeze, coconut milk, and fresh milk.

He deliberately forgot the taste, the body forgot, and the heart also forgot.

But he still subconsciously chose the coconut chicken that, that person always pestered him to eat among the ingredients.