Chapter 781 Emily’s Dinner

After looking at the warm old photos for a while, I casually asked: "This is...?"

Emily put down what she was doing and said, "It's my father and mother, and that baby is me."

"Oh, you don't live with your parents," I said, looking at the photo.

"No" Emily's voice was a little heavy: "They are all gone."

"Eh? It's a long trip. Uh, sorry, I mentioned your sadness." I stood up quickly, straightened my clothes, and said awkwardly.

"It doesn't matter." She didn't blame me, or even show any dissatisfaction. It was as if the death of her parents was as normal to her as eating and sleeping.

But I could tell from her heavy and slightly trembling voice that she was still sad about this incident.

So, I decided to shut up first, help her pack the fruits and vegetables, and ignore this embarrassing atmosphere.

However, I discovered a fact that made me feel even more embarrassed - the more silent the atmosphere, the more embarrassing it will be!

Simply, I decided to start from the point that caused the embarrassment and try to resolve the awkward atmosphere.

"Well, I'm sorry to say this, but I can't help it." I was thinking about how to use euphemistic words to find out the cause of her parents' death, and simulated what I should use after finding out the cause of her parents' death. What kind of comfort can make her feel more relieved.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask," Emily said while picking vegetables.

"Oh, ahem, that's it. Can I know about your parents? How did they leave you?"

When I said these words, my forehead, temples, and back were all sweaty and nervous.

The reason for the tension was also simple: would she be disgusted with me because of my rude questions, or would she throw me out of the room?

When I was guessing, Emily said: "They were killed."

"Ah?" I was shocked: "Killed by someone?"

Suddenly, I thought of Emily's age and the major events that happened in Moonlight City during this period.

"Your parents, could it be because of the coup?"

"Yes," Emily said, "my parents died because of the eldest prince's coup."

"Did that guy Akahawi kill him?" I asked in a daze.

She raised her head and looked at me with doubt in her eyes: "Do you know the real name of the eldest prince?"

"Yeah" I nodded: "I heard it by chance. It seems that this guy is an extremist who wants to kill all the fairies."

Emily didn't speak, her hands were shaking slightly, she was very excited.

"Are your parents from the goblin tribe?" I asked tentatively.

Emily still didn't answer me, she just grabbed the vegetables hard, even crushing the leaves, but the expression on her face remained indifferent.

Seeing this, I lowered my head and helped her continue to pick vegetables. I also secretly put some vegetable leaves that were crushed by her but still edible, into my mouth and ate them.

Waste is shameful!

This is the principle I have always adhered to.

I was secretly chewing the vegetable leaves and thinking about what topics to bring up for a while to continue chatting with her. Emily suddenly spoke, which shocked me.

"They, like the Elf Queen, are all part of the fairy faction," Emily said lightly.

After saying these words, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression became much more relaxed, as if a huge boulder of ten thousand tons had been lifted off her.

"Oh, so that's it." I swallowed the vegetable leaves and said casually, "What about you? Are you also a fairy?"

Emily pondered for a long time and said: "Yes, I am."

Listening to her serious tone, I was horrified: "By the way, is it a secret that you are from the Fairy Faction?"

She raised her head, stared at me, and nodded slowly.

"Well, I asked this accidentally." My eyes twitched and I said, "You can't kill me to silence me, right?"

"What do you think?" Her voice was very calm, but full of coldness.

Damn it! Finished bird!

I slapped myself hundreds of times in my mind: Mud, I told you to talk too much, I told you to gossip, okay now, there is a master who is strong enough to torture you and wants to kill you to silence you, who else can save him? you!

I looked at Emily tremblingly, although I didn't feel her murderous intent at all. Could it be that she thought that an opponent of my level could be killed in a matter of minutes, and there was no need to resort to murderous threats?

"Ahem, um, can I not be silenced?" I said with a horrified look on my face.

She said calmly: "No."

"Ah" I said sadly: "Then, try to be more agile when you start, I am most afraid of pain, oh, by the way, don't forget to tell me a few fiancées, their fiancés are heroes and died heroically, no He was killed while picking vegetables in the kitchen."

I babbled on endlessly. Actually, you can’t blame me. Death is imminent, so why don’t you let me ramble on and say everything I want to say, so that I can get on my way.

Just when I was making final mental preparations with a tragic look on my face, Emily suddenly said calmly: "I just lied to you."

"Ah? What did you say?" I was confused.

"I was just lying to you," Emily said lightly.

"Well, I said, you were lying to me when you wanted to kill me!" The gap from hell to heaven in an instant almost made me collapse: "Please, the look on your face when you were about to kill me just now was so terrible Don’t be too serious, you’ll scare the baby to death!”

"You deserve it," she said calmly, "Who told you to pry into my privacy casually?"

"Eh? Can you blame me?" I said with a broken face: "Although it is true that I asked the question, you were very cooperative when you answered me. How did I know that these are private!"

"You know now?" She looked at me and said calmly.

"Ah, you know? That's not the question, okay? What I want to say is... mmmm mmmm mmmm."

Emily stuffed several more balls of vegetable leaves into her mouth.

I had dinner at Emily's house. As for my house, I have already contacted her through the phone crystal.

The dinner that Emily cooked was very good, but tasted very bad. It’s no wonder that I cut the vegetables. In terms of my knife skills, it’s normal to be able to cut the vegetables beautifully; she stir-fried the vegetables. , not only was the heat not right, but there was also a problem with the amount of salt and sugar, either too much or not a few.

All in all, it's leisurely, light, and fortunately still edible.

After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes together. After finishing everything, I put on my coat, walked to the door, and said goodbye to her.

Emily sent it out: "The vegetables you picked are delicious."

"If you like it, I'll pick it for you next time," I said hehey.

"good."

Uh, I forgot, she has never been polite to me.