Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 505: It’s time for the much-loved segment about loving fathers and filial sons! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

"Hasn't this ship been booked by us? Why are there outsiders here?"

Looking at Maori Kogoro sleeping soundly on the chair, and Maori Ran chatting with Hatamoto Natsue, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a kimono, with long white hair draped behind his head, gray eyebrows covering his eagle eyes, and very thick beard and eyebrows, suddenly became furious. He couldn't help but scold the bald fat man with a loud voice, shaking the air, "How hateful!"

"S-Sorry, Dad..." The bald fat man standing aside suddenly shrank half a head after being scolded by him. The cold sweat on his forehead rolled down like fine raindrops. His body trembled like a sieve. He lowered his head and explained in a whisper, "I think they are quite pitiful. Among them, there are several celebrities from Tokyo, so..."

"Just take the initiative, right?"

The bearded old man Hatamoto Gozo suddenly turned his head, his eyes like sharp blades, glaring viciously at Mao Lilan, Bai Ye and others.
His face turned red, like a volcano about to erupt, and he was filled with violent energy, as if he was going to crush anyone.

"I don't care where they are from. You're so brave to make a decision without my consent!"

"That's not the case, no..."

The fat man was in a panic, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He leaned forward and kept bowing to apologize, his waist bent so low that his head was almost buried in the ground. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Listening to the conversation between the two and looking at the fat man's panic-stricken and pitiful appearance, Conan and Mao Lilan on the side were suddenly so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do with their hands and feet. Their faces were burning, and their hearts were like a pot of mixed feelings, with extremely complicated emotions.

After all, they were the cause of the incident.

If the fat man hadn't let them on board, he would have been scolded by the bearded old man.

Suddenly, guilt flooded my heart like a tide.

Mao Lilan took a deep breath, took a step forward, her face full of sincerity and apology, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Ms. Xia Jiang, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. I'm really sorry."

If they had known that their boarding would cause so much trouble to the fat man and cause him to be held accountable and scolded like this, they would not have troubled him no matter what.

It’s a pity that now the matter is done, it’s too late to say anything, and even an apology seems pale and powerless.

"Don't worry about it..."

Hatamoto Natsue was very observant and saw the embarrassment of the two of them. He quickly came over and comforted them with soft words.

"My grandfather has been emotionally unstable since the middle of the wedding..."

"Yes..." Just at this moment, a middle-aged man in a bright yellow suit came over from a distance with a guilty tone and slightly heavy steps, and then interrupted the conversation between the two, "Ever since eating my food, it has been like this..."

"Uncle Shoji!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Hatamoto Natsue was slightly stunned, then turned around and greeted the visitor enthusiastically.

This middle-aged man was none other than Hatamoto Natsue’s uncle, Hatamoto Shoji.

As the second son of the Hatamoto family, Shoji Hatamoto is also an accomplished French cuisine chef.

Nodding at her, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Xiang Er had a complicated expression, with helplessness and disappointment on his face. "Although I already knew that Dad doesn't like Western food, why are you so angry?"

Recalling the scene at that time when an old man overturned the table without eating a single bite of food, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, he had worked hard to prepare that meal, thinking that he could show his filial piety to his old father and please him.

As a result, a certain old man overturned the table without even tasting a bite, and cursed so harshly. Such an attitude really dampened his enthusiasm and filial piety.

Thinking of this, the man whose full name is Hatamoto Shoji sighed slightly and spread his hands helplessly, "It's all my fault that my cooking skills are not up to par and can't meet Dad's expectations. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so bad-tempered today, and even caused trouble for others. I'm really ashamed."

Hearing this, Hatamoto Takeshi and Hatamoto Natsue looked at each other and quickly said to comfort him, "That's not the case! The food you cook is delicious!"

Hatamoto Natsue nodded heavily, "Yes, Xiaowu and I like it very much."

These words were like a spring rain, which gradually dissipated the gloom in Shoji Hatamoto's heart, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile of relief on his face.

It seems that Xia Jiang has grown up too.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Hatamoto Takeshi standing next to Hitoshi Hatamoto Natsue, then cast his eyes to the red flower on his chest and asked, "Xiao Wu, where did you get this corsage?"

Hatamoto Takeshi was slightly stunned, and touched the little red flower on his chest, "This is what Xia Jiang helped me put on when we were going back after the wedding."

Hatamoto Natsue blinked her beautiful eyes, with a soft light flashing in them, and explained with a bright smile, "Because, I have had a dream since I was a child, that is, I hope to give this flower that only blooms on Hatamoto Island to the person I love the most, so I helped him pin it."

Hatamoto Shoji shook his head slightly, with a smile that seemed helpless yet doting on his face, "I really admire you!"

When he said this, he paused, then looked at Hatamoto Takeshi, his expression immediately became solemn and serious, and he said earnestly, "However, this flower carries Xia Jiang's love, Xiaowu, you must cherish it!"

Looking at the beautiful little red flower on his chest, Hatamoto Takeshi raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a shy smile: "Uncle Xianger, don't worry, I will definitely treat it as a treasure and cherish it well. After all, this is Xia Jiang's heartfelt gift."

Ran Mao Li stood aside, watching the warm interaction between the few people. The haze caused by the previous embarrassment in her heart gradually dissipated, and a smile appeared on her face again.

However, Conan was not completely "confused" by this superficial warmth. This was not only because he did not think that a bearded old man's temper would continue until now just because of a dish that was not to his taste, but also because of the scolding that was still going on nearby.

His intuition told him that there might be some hidden reason behind Hatamoto Gozo's violent temper. But he didn't know what it was.

But he believed that as long as he continued to stay on this ship, he would be able to figure it out sooner or later.

……

……

Here, Hatamoto Natsue, Hatamoto Shoji and others were chatting, and the atmosphere was harmonious and warm. In a corner not far from them, a slightly thin young man was sitting quietly on a chair, painting.

He had long bangs on his forehead that completely covered his left eye, and his pointed face was covered with freckles.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Xia Jiang, who had a beautiful smile on his face. His eyes were fervent and focused, and he was reluctant to look away for a long time, like iron filings firmly attracted by a magnet.

He is the fat man, Hatamoto Ichiro, the son of Hatamoto Kitaro, a 21-year-old art student.

He looked at Hatamoto Xiajiang infatuatedly, then glanced at the easel in front of him. Soon, his eyes seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and quickly moved back to Xiajiang. Then, holding the pencil tightly in his hand, he gently traced on the paper with gentle and skillful movements.

Soon, a portrait appeared on the paper. Xia Jiang in the portrait had a bright and moving smile, and was lifelike, like a fairy dancing in the warm spring sun.

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As if he noticed what was happening on Hatamoto Ichiro's side, or perhaps he had long been dissatisfied with him, Hatamoto Gozo glared at Hatamoto Kitaro in front of him, his eyes revealing a bit of dissatisfaction and contempt, and then cast his gaze at Hatamoto Ichiro who was concentrating on painting at the side, frowned even more tightly, snorted coldly, and cursed mercilessly, "I'm useless, and my son is not much better. He can only draw nonsense all day long!"

Hearing his words, Ichiro Hatamoto couldn't help but clench the paintbrush in his hand, lowered his head, and dared not continue painting.

As if he still felt unsatisfied, after scolding Hatamoto Ichiro, Hatamoto Gozo turned his spearhead to the fat man - Hatamoto Ichiro's father Hatamoto Kitaro, and his tone became more severe and sharp, "I, as a father, will not say anything to him. Give up the impossible dream as soon as possible!"

It seemed that because his scolding was too loud and too harsh, Kogoro Mouri, who was originally sleeping soundly in the chair, finally couldn't fall asleep anymore and was woken up from his sleep by the noise.

Maori Kogoro yawned loudly, sat up sleepily, and asked confusedly, "What's going on? Why is there so much noise?"

What’s going on? Why is someone making noise in my ear?

Damn it, can’t he just get some good sleep?

The guys on this ship are so rude!
Rubbing his sleepy eyes unhappily, Kogoro Mouri was about to lose his temper, but the next moment, he noticed that something was wrong with the situation at the scene.

When Maori Kogoro saw the tense scene in front of him, he was stunned at first, but then he reacted in an instant and learned what happened from Bai Ye and others. He quickly straightened his clothes that were a little wrinkled from sleeping, and then walked up to the bearded old man Hatamoto Gozo, put on a polite smile, and said, "Mr. Hatamoto, we are really sorry. We heard that there was a wedding on the ship, so we were curious and wanted to join in the fun and share in the joy. We didn't expect to disturb you. We hope you will forgive us."

To be honest, he was actually very angry that his group, especially his daughter, was treated like this. But after all, they were riding on someone else's boat and were living under someone else's roof. He didn't want to make things too awkward with Hatamoto Gozo who chartered the boat. Otherwise, if some old guy got so angry that he drove them off the boat and left them to fend for themselves, he would really be in tears.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you, and don't scold someone who gives you a gift.

Logically speaking, since Kogoro Mori bowed his head and apologized with a smile, even if Gozo Hatamoto was angry about their ride, he should have calmed down a little. But unfortunately, the bearded old man Gozo Hatamoto was not an ordinary person. After listening to Kogoro Mori's apology, his brows were still furrowed, his expression was grim, and his face even looked uglier.

Seeing that his grandfather not only did not calm down, but seemed to want to continue to rage, Hatamoto Xiajiang beside him saw that the situation was not good, and quickly took his arm, shook it like a spoiled child, and said: "Grandpa, please calm down, Mr. Maori and the others are all good people. Today is my big day, don't ruin the atmosphere because of such a small matter. Besides, it will be more lively with more people witnessing it."

Perhaps it was his granddaughter's plea that worked, or perhaps he had other plans in mind, but Hatamoto Gozo's expression finally eased a little, but he still snorted coldly and said harshly, "Hmph, this won't happen again. Today is Xia Jiang's wedding, and I don't want to make it too embarrassing. However, you'd better behave yourself. Otherwise, even for Xia Jiang's sake, I won't let you off easily!"

Maori Kogoro nodded his head and smiled apologetically, "Don't worry, old sir. We won't cause you any trouble. We just want to share in the joy and celebrate this great marriage."

After saying that, he did not forget to use his elbow to nudge Bai Ye, who was sitting beside him with his head down and no one knew what he was thinking, to signal him to follow suit and express his opinion.

Bai Ye understood and sent his blessing in a warm voice: "That's right, Mr. Hatake, you can relax. We are just joining in the fun and sharing in your good luck. We promise to be safe and sound and will never cause you any trouble!"

Even if he really wanted to cause some trouble, a certain bad-tempered old man probably wouldn't be able to see or do anything about it.

Because, before long, the other person will be forced to leave this world.

Just think about it, no matter how dissatisfied or angry a dead person is with him, what can he do to him? Can the dead person crawl out from the underworld and settle accounts with him? !

Well, if that old guy really had this ability, he would have successfully killed some unfilial descendant when he was ambushed by him. How could he have had to make a trip to the underworld?

"Hmph, I hope so..."

Hatamoto Gozo glanced at them and did not continue to target them. Instead, he turned around abruptly and shouted loudly at Hatamoto Takeshi who was not far away, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty.

"Hey, Xiao Wu! I have something to tell you. Come to my room later..."

"Yes……"

When Hatamoto Takeshi heard his call, his heart suddenly tightened, and his voice trembled unconsciously. He hurriedly and carefully responded, fearing that he would be affected by this surging anger if he was not careful.

"..."

After making sure that Hatamoto Takeshi heard what he said, Hatamoto Gozo said nothing more. He turned around and strode towards the upper deck of the cruise ship. His figure seemed to be wrapped in a dark cloud, and every step was filled with low pressure, which made the remaining people on the deck feel uneasy and look at each other...

(End of this chapter)