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Chapter 31 Gifts
Chef Mitchison sat down in front of Chen Mo, and secretly rubbed his limp legs with his hands hidden under the table, pretending to be tough, and said. "Little Mo, is this meal okay? Not enough, uncle will make it for you."

Chen Mo just wanted to say, "Okay, wait for me to rest, the decisive battle will be dawn." When he saw Chef Michelson behind him, the large number of chefs stared at Chef Michelson's back with wide eyes. , that look seemed to swallow Chef Michelson alive.

Immediately, Chen Mo, whose emotional intelligence was soaring, seemed to have realized something, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and thought to himself. "Today is the last time for many uncle chefs at the Tree of Omniscience. Although Uncle Michelson said he didn't care, but looking at the eyes of other uncles, I am afraid that he will be anxious to cook a big meal as an internal dinner, so that we can say goodbye together. Colleagues with whom we have worked together for many years.”

"If I stay here, won't I spoil the happiness of many uncles? Sister Robin taught me to be considerate, so I should hurry up and leave some time for you uncles to get along with each other."

After thinking up to this point, Chen Mo showed a bit of reluctance on his face, and said. "Uncle Michelson, thank you for your kindness, but I also ate a lot today."

"The book says that overeating is not good for your health. I'd better leave and go back to thank you." After finishing speaking, Chen Mo showed a bit of shame on his face. After all, he clearly wanted to stay and continue to eat Yes, although it was for the consideration of many uncles, I lied after all.

"So ashamed, so ashamed!" Chen Mo felt his face burning hot.

Chef Michelson and the other chefs behind him breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

After thinking about it, Chef Michelson said sincerely. "Little Mo, we are leaving soon. Although we don't communicate much, Uncle can often see you eating Uncle's food with a happy smile..."

"Uncle..." Chen Mo said subconsciously.

Chef Michelson raised his hand, stopped Chen Mo's next words, and said. "Little Mo, you are not a chef. It may be difficult for you to understand the feeling of an uncle. As a chef, it is a very happy thing to meet a customer who really smiles for your dishes."

"Uncle, pack up your things right away. I'm leaving here in two days. I want to give you something as a gift. Do you have anything you want?" Chef Michelson said with a little sadness.

"Except for the uncle's daughter." Chef Michelson looked at Chen Mo who was deep in thought after hearing this, and couldn't help but add.

Suddenly, Chen Mo couldn't help but sweat a little on his forehead, and subconsciously looked at Chef Michelson.

"A bearded face, arms thicker than his own waist, a beer belly the size of an October pregnancy, and legs that are not as long as his arms... Uncle Michelson's daughter..." Chen Mo automatically turned to Chef Michelson in his head. He began to comment on his appearance, and it took a while to realize that what he did was really disrespectful, so he quickly put aside the thoughts in his head.

"Uncle Michelson, thank you for your kindness, but I don't have anything to ask for right now." Chen Mo said gratefully.

"Hmm..." Chef Michelson said with a twitch of his thick black eyebrows. "That can't be done. You don't have to take this gift too seriously. Uncle is optimistic about your future, so just treat him as investing in you."

"On this sea, the fate is often wonderful. Maybe after meeting in a certain corner of the sea in the future, the uncle will still need your help."

Chen Mo knew that Chef Miqisen said this, but he was just comforting himself. After all, he was an ordinary child with cerebral palsy and a disability. Apart from being able to eat and having a slightly better memory, he was nothing special. worth investing in.

However, Chen Mo is really not a child who is very good at rejecting others. Feeling the enthusiasm of Chef Michelson, after thinking hard, he said hesitantly. "My previous wheelchair was broken. It would be great if Uncle Michelson could give me the wheelchair."

When Chef Michelson heard this, he was stunned.

Although Chef Michelson has always known that Chen Mo is a child with disabled legs, but just now seeing Chen Mo's ability to move freely in the air with both hands, Chef Michelson thought that Chen Mo had abandoned the wheelchair that got in the way .

"Maybe Xiaomo can move in the air because it takes a lot of energy? Or is Xiaomo also eating devil fruit like Little Robin?" Chef Michelson, who has been in the tree of omniscience for more than ten years, said, Even if it is only by ear, I know a lot of things on the sea.

On the other hand, Chen Mo looked at Chef Miqisen's silence for a long time, and felt that his request was too much, so he hesitated and said again. "Why don't uncle give me a small wooden knife?"

Since Chen Mo broke off the armrest of the wheelchair last time, it was like opening the door to a new world. It turns out that holding something in his hand can increase the utilization efficiency of the sword in his body by a hundred and ten times. Even those who can explode the sword energy around themselves within a few meters can swing the sword energy that extends for more than ten miles.

Although in Chen Mo's view, this way of using foreign objects is evil, only being strong is the right way.

In Chen Mo's mind, a true swordsman is one who has no sword in his hand, but has a sword in his heart, and with a wave of his sword finger, the sword aura stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles.

But Chen Mo knew that he was just a weak child, just like the little Robin who was almost attacked last time, occasionally relying on external force was a last resort.

Chen Mo's initial thought was to want a real sword, but after another thought, he was just a child, and it was too unsafe to hold a sharp weapon. If he was not careful, he might hurt himself and others.

Moreover, Chen Mo himself was able to wield sword energy when he used a wooden handrail last time, so after thinking about it a lot, Chen Mo felt that he only needed a small wooden knife.

"Small wooden knife?" Chef Mi Qisen was almost amused by Chen Mo, thinking to himself. "Sure enough, Xiaomo is still a little boy. It's really normal for him to want toys like swords."

"Okay, okay, the wheelchair and the small wooden knife, uncle promised you." Chef Michelson smiled, waved his hand, and said quite proudly.

"Really?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise. "That's really troublesome uncle, thank you very much!"

"You're welcome!" Chef Michelson wanted to stand up and touch Chen Mo's little head, but his feet softened, and he sat heavily on the stool again, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, Uncle Michelson really helped me a lot. If I didn't have a wheelchair, it would be very difficult for me to move around, and the small wooden knife is also very important to my kendo practice." Chen Mo said gratefully. "If there is anything I can do for Uncle Michelson in the future, Xiao Mo will definitely do his best."

Chef Michelson smiled, and only thought that Chen Mo was talking childishly, not taking it too seriously.

After all, is it important for a person to be able to maneuver through the air without a wheelchair?

After all, for a child who is only seven or eight years old, can the matter of needing a toy wooden knife be called kendo practice?

Obviously, even with the testimony of Little Robin, neither Dr. Croba nor Chef Michelson really felt that the traces of the forest and sky on O'Hara Island were cut out by the child Chen Mo. of.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a complete body in the forest with traces of practicing the Sixth Form of the Navy, and some other human body parts scattered everywhere, whether little Robin and Chen Mo were really attacked by government or navy personnel would be irrelevant. It's a very doubtful thing.

Now in the minds of Dr. Ke Luoba and others, Little Robin and Chen Mo were probably rescued by some unknown top swordsman, but they were afraid of revenge from the navy and the government, so they let Little Robin and Chen Mo put everything together. They all blamed themselves.

(End of this chapter)