socalfunplaces Chapter 312 Unexpected
Chapter 312 Unexpected
"You are finally here, my...father!"
The Ice Queen who was sitting on the throne stood up, slowly walked down the throne, and came to the figure in black.
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. He should have never met her before, so where did this daughter come from?
The Ice Queen saw the dazed look in black and smiled faintly, like an ice flower blooming in the moonlight, bright and flawless.
"Father, have you forgotten? Nearly two thousand years ago, you left a large amount of ice elemental power here, and then due to the surge of the earth veins, I was born."
The Ice Queen continued, "Is this an ending that's hard to accept?"
The Ice Queen was indeed not deceiving him. The similar aura of origin in her body was much stronger than that of the other rulers. However, the sudden appearance of a daughter was indeed something that could not be digested in a short time.
After a moment of hesitation, Mo Ran said, "It's not difficult to accept..."
"That's good." The queen nodded gently, her silver-gray eyes reflecting her ordinary face. She said softly with her thin lips: "Father, can you walk with me?"
"Of course." Mo Ran put his hands behind his back, not knowing what to say for a moment. His mind was still a little shaken and he needed to digest the news.
The Ice Queen, dressed in black, came behind the throne and gently pushed the wall. Unexpectedly, a secret passage appeared before her eyes.
"This secret passage was originally in Zhidong. No one else knows about it except me. If I have nothing to do, I will disguise myself and go for a walk in the city."
As she spoke, the Ice Queen pulled up a black dress and walked into the secret passage. After a while, she arrived at the exit.
It was a yard, in which were planted some flowers and plants unique to the East. They did not need much care yet were able to grow vigorously, just like a newborn little girl who grew up to be the Ice Queen today, with tenacity.
Mo Ran's nose twitched slightly, and he looked towards the house. There was a familiar smell inside, so he asked, "Is this the restaurant you opened?"
"Yes, but there is no fixed business hours. We open when we want to. If we don't have time or want to go shopping, we won't open." There was a gentle look in the Ice Queen's eyes, like a warm world after the ice and snow melted.
Mo Ran nodded slightly and thought: "Then why not consider hiring an extra chef to help today, or a waiter?"
"With your father's cooking skills, how can he be a waiter?" The Ice Queen shook his arm. No one knows a daughter better than her father, and the same applies in reverse.
As a demon god created by Mo Ran, the Ice Queen's temperament, style of doing things, and way of understanding are very similar to his.
Facing the Queen's words, Mo Ran smiled faintly and said, "I have no experience in Eastern cuisine. If I were to cook, I'm afraid it would ruin my reputation. I can't bear to ruin the reputation my daughter has worked so hard to build!"
"Okay, but father has to cook dinner!" The Ice Queen smiled faintly. It was no exaggeration to describe her beauty as stunning as the moon, with extraordinary looks.
"Okay." Mo Ran gently scratched his daughter's nose, then cast two magic spells to cover their clothes and appearance, transforming them into ordinary people.
In an instant, Mo Ran looked much older. Wrinkles appeared on his face one after another. His eyes were cloudy with sadness and vicissitudes. His black hair had a lot of white strands. His tall figure became a little shorter, just like a half-buried man in his fifties.
The Ice Queen only had her appearance changed, and she looked like an ordinary girl in Zhidong City, but she was in her prime and full of vigor and vitality.
This image of the two people is like a passing on of a torch, as if we can see the scene in the near future when the daughter gets married and the old father stays alone at home, as well as the joy brought by having a grandson, and the sadness of the people around him when he finally takes his last breath.
After preparing the ingredients, Mo Ran went to open the door. There were already quite a few people outside, wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, standing in the snow waiting.
Seeing the restaurant open, a slight smile appeared on his red face that was frozen. Seeing that the person who opened the door today was not the same as usual, he couldn't help but feel curious.
"Old man, it was always the boss's wife who opened the door before, why is it your turn today?" a young man asked curiously.
Mo Ran chuckled, his voice still old, and said, "She's busy in the kitchen. Everyone, take a look. What would you like to eat?"
"I haven't asked you who you are yet?" the young man asked persistently.
Mo Ran opened the door halfway and closed it halfway to prevent the wind and snow from blowing into the store, which would have to be cleaned up again.
"I'm the father of the owner of this restaurant. I didn't come to help because I wasn't feeling well before. Now that I'm almost well, I certainly can't let my daughter do it all by herself."
Mo Ran went to the counter, picked up a kettle of boiling hot water, and served the hot water to each table. He chatted with the customers and quickly became friends with them.
Mo Ran walked back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area with a smile on his face. He felt like an ordinary person, spending his life amid the hustle and bustle of fireworks. It felt good to spend it occasionally.
"Uncle, do you have any wine in the store? Open two bottles for me." A teenager waved.
Judging from his appearance, he should be just around fourteen. Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Can you drink?"
"That's right. We in Zhidong all have been learning how to drink since we were young. Don't look at my age. My brother is a few years older than me, but he can't necessarily drink more than me!" The young man patted his chest, looking very proud and arrogant.
"Okay, but if your parents come knocking on the door, it won't be uncle's business." Mo Ran went under the counter, took out two bottles of wine, unscrewed the caps directly, and placed them on the boy's desk.
"Wow, old man also knows this!" The young man picked up the wine bottle, blew it, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
Mo Ran grinned and said nonsense without changing his expression: "Who didn't have a crazy past when they were young?"
"Hahaha, brother, you are really funny. Shall we have one?" A big bearded man at the next table said enthusiastically.
Mo Ran waved his hand and said, "I still have to make a living. I'm old now and can't drink much. You can just enjoy yourself!"
"I'm drinking this alone without any company, it's not fun!" The big man shook the bottle and blew away the whole bottle, but his expression did not change at all, as if what he drank was just plain water.
Sitting with the big man was a girl in her teens, in her prime. Upon hearing what he said, she immediately became unhappy and slammed the table and pouted, "Dad, did you forget that there's someone sitting next to you?!"
"How can that be possible? Dad is protecting you. Otherwise, you will fall down in a moment. It will be embarrassing!"
"What? Maybe I drank too much. Last time at home, you made me drunk and it was mom who cleaned up the house! Don't tell me you forgot!"
"Your mother and I drank so much that you got involved. If you don't drink, something bad will happen. You can't drink. You just can't drink."
"Hmph!" The big man's daughter was helpless. She picked up the knife and stabbed it into the soup. She picked up the big chunks of meat and started to eat them in big mouthfuls.
The big man's eyelids jumped, and he stopped him, saying, "Put it down quickly, or you'll get your skin pierced. You do this every day, who did you learn this from?"
"You, who else could it be?" The one who spoke was not the big man's daughter, but a woman standing behind him, who looked very fierce and tough.
"Wife, wife, we just came out to have a meal, don't fight, don't fight." The big man's lips trembled slightly. He put his hands down from the wine bottle and sat aside very obediently.
"You're kidding me, how can I beat you?" The big man's wife sat down with her legs crossed, muttering softly, "If we have to fight, we can't do it in public, it's too embarrassing."
"Ah? What did you say, wife?" The big man didn't hear clearly for a moment and thought he had missed some important order, and hesitated.
"You two are not upright at the top and you came out to drink without asking me. I could have locked the door or tied you up with hemp ropes. Why did you have to sneak out?"
The big man's wife waved her hand and shouted, "Ten more bottles of dry liquor for this table!"
"Okay." Mo Ran agreed. He had just finished serving the dishes to other tables and then ran to open the wine.
Soon, ten bottles of pure and fragrant wine were placed on the table, but the big man declined, "Wife, you drink with your daughter. I will be awake for a while, so I can take you back."
"Stop talking nonsense and drink directly from the bottle! Even if you two drink together, it still won't be enough for me to drink. What are you afraid of? I'll pay for it later!" The big man's wife waved her hand, and the two people at the table immediately picked up the wine bottles and poured them directly into their mouths.
The big man had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were slightly moist. Having such a tough but considerate wife, it was unclear whether he was happy or miserable, or whether he was finding joy in misery or sorrow in happiness.
After seeing off the guests from these tables, Mo Ran had some free time, so he sat at the counter, with one leg crossed, and calculated today's income.
Looking at these incomes, the little old man smiled. When he smiled, he actually had the domineering air of a ruler of the world, as if he could destroy everything with just a laugh and talk.
"Uncle, I want to ask you something. Please don't rush to answer me. Think about it, okay?" The young man who came forward to ask the question when the door was opened said mysteriously.
Mo Ran raised his head and closed his eyes. He knew that the boy was up to no good, but he pretended not to know and said with a smile, "Okay, young man, tell me what you want to say."
"Hey." Seeing that the old lady kept looking up and didn't know how to talk to him, the young man leaned down, looked back to make sure there was no one around, and then asked in a low voice: "Is the boss lady married? If not, does she have someone she likes?"
"Oh, you kid are thinking about my daughter!" Mo Ran closed his eyes slightly, like an old man protecting his daughter. He clapped the account book in his hands, as if he would slap it at the next moment.
The young man smiled innocently and said, "I just saw that she usually has to cook, collect bills and wait on table, which is too hard. I want to help her, but she doesn't hire waiters, so I can only ask you for help. Can you show me a way forward?"
"Hey, young man, you have good taste, haha." Mo Ran grinned and said, "My daughter is not married, but I don't know if she has a lover. As an old man, I am very confident in my daughter's taste!"
"As long as she likes it, I won't stop her. But if she doesn't like it, let alone the Fatui Executor, even if the Rock King of Liyue is resurrected, it will be useless! Don't even think about entering my house!"
"Is that so?" The young man looked a little depressed, but soon cheered up again. In this case, he would definitely let the proprietress know his feelings, and then she would be moved by him, and they would grow old together.
"Uncle, I'll leave first and come back tomorrow!" The young man waved his hand, stood up and walked out of the restaurant, not knowing where he was going.
Mo Ran put one hand on his chin, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This young man's temperament was similar to that of himself a long time ago. If you didn't count the bloody atmosphere and scheming, they would be even more similar.
While reminiscing, someone else walked into the restaurant. It was a young man's voice: "Hey, boss, could you please give me a few bottles of wine?"