Rean knew what Claire was thinking, and this theoretical "sworn sister" had never concealed it.
Among all the "Iron Children", only she and Miriam unabashedly regard themselves as Rean's family.
Unfortunately, Rean is destined to be unable to give a clear response on this issue. With so many thoughts in mind, and a little bit of compliance, coming here to have a meal is the limit of what Rean can do.
The reason is that the father and son, who are too similar in nature, are used to keeping the biggest secrets in their hearts.
Even if there is no communication, even if they have a very hard life, they choose to shoulder the heaviest burden and walk in the shadows, leaving the light to the people they care about.
Without knowing this, no matter how hard Claire tried, she could only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
Faced with this feeling, the only option the father and son could choose was silence.
As time goes by and his fame increases, Rean's impression on the outside world is that he becomes more and more stable, mature, and silent, which is completely different from the "dissolute prince" Oribat.
This is of course not Rean's original intention, but when there are many things that cannot be expressed through words, silence is the easiest choice.
If he carries this burden for five or ten years, Rean will eventually become what Osborne is now.
Therefore, Claire's evaluation is really accurate.
However, Rean couldn't even say this, as that would send out the wrong signal.
Fortunately, this uncomfortable silence did not last long. A voice with a childish voice and a mature tone came from above.
"Finally it's time to eat, I'm almost starving to death."
Immediately afterwards, a golden and crimson figure fell from above, turned a corner in the middle, and finally landed on the side of the restaurant table. He stretched out his unusually white hand, lifted the soup pot unceremoniously, and took a deep breath.
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"Hmm...it smells so good. This is the smell. After so many years, you finally made this meat and vegetable pot again."
As he spoke, he reached out directly to grab the bones in the soup pot, completely ignoring the high temperature of the soup.
The moment before the little hand touched the target, there was a snap, and a spoon stretched out from the side, just in time to slap the hand away.
"Wash your hands before you eat, how many times do you want me to tell you this?"
"I'm too old to remember."
The owner of the hand put one hand on his hip and tried to look confident and confident, but unfortunately he was not tall enough and lacked dignity.
She is Roselia, it can only be her.
Lianna didn't say anything, just looked at her with a spoon in one hand and her chest in the other.
Three seconds later, Luo Sai gave in and said, "I'm going to wash my hands."
Li En couldn't help laughing. He knew that Rosé was a loser in life, but he didn't expect him to be so useless.
Claire was used to it, it was obviously not the first time she had seen it.
Hearing the laughter leaking out of his teeth, Rosé tilted his head subconsciously and his expression instantly froze.
"Gah, Rean Schwarzer, why are you here?"
"Little Claire brought this. I said two days ago that we would arrange for them to have dinner together. Did you forget?" Liana said with a smile.
"It seems like this happened. Is it today?"
Another bang.
The spoon hits the head.
"You can forget this, what else can you remember?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Roselia was in pain and squatted down to defend herself.
Lifting her eyelids quietly, she saw that Liana's face was still expressionless, and she lowered her eyes obediently, as if she was facing the wall...the floor to think.
It was Claire who spoke out at the critical moment.
"It's just an ordinary meal, it's not a big deal. Don't be angry, Lady Liana. Lady Roselia, please go wash your hands first. Dinner will be served soon."
With that said, he took the initiative to pull Roselia towards the bathroom.
When the door closed, Lianna's expression softened. She sighed helplessly, and then said to Rean, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."
"It doesn't matter." Li En shook his head, "I also had a similar experience."
When Xiao Huan first came here, he was no different from Luo Sai, and even worse in terms of common sense.
If I have to talk about the difference, I think Xiaohuan is obedient and can teach, but Rosey probably can't teach him well. How long has it been since Lianna to Emma.
Of course, Rean doesn't hate this kind of interaction, even though he does feel tired sometimes, but this feeling of taking care of and being taken care of, this emotion of not caring about gains and losses, is home.
"Were you like this in the past?"
Liana was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that the past referred to the era that truly belonged to her and them, she nodded:
"Yes. When I was a teenager, you suddenly came to my house and told me that you were chosen, and then you stayed by my side until the end of the war."
Until I died in battle.
Roselia was right what she said before, she was indeed the one who came first.
She and Lianna established a bond much earlier than Drakeles, and the friendship between them is equally deep.
In fact, in Liana's heart, Rosey is the person who can best share Delekels.
Sisterhood is one part of it, and the other part is Roselia's own waste.
When you are with her, no matter what the relationship is, it doesn't look like love, but between father and daughter or mother and daughter.
Just like now, Claire took Rosey to wash her hands and sit down, and Lianna set the tableware and napkins for her. From the beginning to the end, Rosey had no intention of helping. She was really like a child who hadn't grown up.
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It wasn't until the table was almost set that he finally said, "Can I go call him?"
Just as Claire was about to stand up, a unique and rich aura came at the right time, accompanied by a matching deep and thick voice:
"It's ready. It seems I wasted too much time."
"After all, this is a special period, and we are busier than usual." Lianna answered naturally, "Probably - busier than before, and we can't help."
Osborne didn't speak, but there was a hidden apology in his eyes, just like Rean had just faced Claire, but he hid it deeper.
Of course, this could not be hidden from Lianna who was waiting for him 200. The smile on her lips became more charming and she was even more grateful to Rean.
If it hadn't been for this child's advice, I might have been trapped in my own "drawing ground as a prison", not knowing when I would be able to get out.
At this time, Osborne had already turned his gaze from Liana to Claire, and nodded calmly: "Thank you for your hard work."
"No, this is what I should do." Claire's answer was as always.
Osborn still didn't say much. He only understood things that Rean already understood.
Finally, he turned his eyes to Li En, and Li En also raised his eyes at the same time and looked at him.
Different from the last time in the Railway Gendarmerie, there was no tit-for-tat confrontation, no display of sharpness, only restrained calmness, and an indescribable tacit understanding.
"You came."
"Well, I'm here."
ps: The wedding leave is over, and this chapter is said to be unblocked. It is supposed to be back to normal, but life is so full of surprises - my father was hospitalized for surgery this Wednesday. It is not a big deal. A minimally invasive small surgery on the edge of the lung will be performed next week.
I can be discharged from the hospital, but as a son, there are certain things that I must do without. I can’t accompany you the whole time, so I have to watch more. In addition, my cooking skills are inherited from my father. When he lies down, I have to leave the cooking to me.
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This chapter was written in a hurry at night. I will get up early tomorrow to buy pigeons and morels and make a pot of good soup. One more thing, pigeons are good, nourishing and don’t have much fat. Oil is a taboo after many surgeries.
, squab is my first choice, I’ll have a good chat with you if I have the chance. I’m not bragging, my coding time is at most half that of cooking.