Chef Michelson sat in front of Chen Mo, and the hand hidden under the table couldn't help but secretly rub his weak legs, pretending to be hard, and said. "Xiaomo, is this meal okay? It's not enough, uncle will do it for you again. ”

Chen Mogang wanted to say, "Okay, when I rest, the decisive battle will be dawn." When I saw the Michelson chef behind him, the large number of chefs stared at the back of the Michelson chef with wide eyes, as if they were going to eat the Michelson chef alive.

Suddenly, Chen Mo, whose emotional intelligence soared, seemed to have realized something, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and thought secretly. "Today is the last time for many chefs and uncles in the Tree of Omniscience, although Uncle Michelson said that he didn't care, but looking at the eyes of other uncles, I am afraid that I will be anxious to make a big meal as an internal dinner, so as to bid farewell to colleagues who have worked together for many years."

"If I stay here, won't I be ruined by many uncles? Sister Robin taught me to be empathetic, and I should hurry up and leave time for you uncles to get along. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mo showed a slight expression 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, so I'd better leave first and go back to thank you." After that, Chen Mo's face showed a little shame, after all, his heart obviously wanted to stay and continue to eat, although it was for the sake of many uncles, but he lied after all.

"I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed!" Chen Mo felt that his face was hot.

Chef Michelson and the other chefs behind him were unconsciously relieved when they heard this.

After thinking about it, Chef Michelson said sincerely. "Xiaomo, parting is imminent, although we don't usually communicate much, but Uncle can often watch you eat Uncle Uncle's dishes with a happy smile......"

"Uncle......" Chen Mo said subconsciously.

Chef Michelson raised his hand to stop Chen Mo's next words and said. "Xiaomo, you are not a chef, it may be difficult for you to experience the feeling of an uncle, as a chef, it is a very happy thing to be able to meet a guest who genuinely smiles happily for your dishes."

"Uncle pack up your things right away, I'm going to leave here in the next two days, I want to send 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 when he heard the words, and couldn't help but add.

Suddenly, Chen Mo couldn't help but shed a few cold sweats on his forehead, and subconsciously looked at the Michelson chef.

"His face was full of stubble, his arms were thicker than his waist, he had a beer belly the size of a baby in October, and his legs were not as long as his arms...... Uncle Michelson's daughter ......" Chen Mo automatically commented on the appearance of the Michelson chef in his head, and only after a while did he realize that he was really disrespectful to people like this, and quickly put aside the thoughts in his head.

"Uncle Michelson, thank you for your kindness, but I don't have anything I want for the time being." Chen Mo said gratefully.

"Hmm......" said the Michelson chef, raising his dark eyebrows. That's not good, you don't have to take this gift too seriously, the uncle is optimistic about your future, you just think the uncle is investing in you. ”

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

Chen Mo knew that Chef Michelson was just comforting himself, after all, he was an ordinary child with cerebral palsy and cripples, except for being able to eat and having a slightly better memory, he was simply mediocre, and what was worth investing in others.

However, Chen Mo is really not a child who is very good at rejecting others, feeling the enthusiasm of the Michelson chef, after thinking hard, he said hesitantly. "My previous wheelchair was broken, and Uncle Michelson could give me a wheelchair."

When the Michelson chef heard this, he was stunned.

Although Michelson chefs have always known that Chen Mo is a child with crippled legs, he has just seen Chen Mo's ability to move freely in the air with his hands, and Michelson chefs think that Chen Mo is a wheelchair that he has abandoned in the way.

"Maybe Xiaomo can move in the air, but it takes a lot of physical strength? Or did Xiao Mo eat the Devil Fruit like little Robin? "As a chef who has been in the Tree of Omniscience for more than ten years, Michelson knows a lot of things on the sea, even if he has been familiar with it.

Chen Mo, who was on the side, watched the Michelson chef not speak for a long time, and only felt that his request was too much, so he swallowed it and said again. "Why don't you give me a small wooden knife?"

Since Chen Mo broke off the armrest of his wheelchair last time, it was like opening the door to a new world, it turned out that holding something in his hand could increase the utilization efficiency of the sword intent in his body by a hundred and ten times, and even in a normal state, he could only use the sword qi around himself within a few meters and could explode, he could swing the sword qi that extended for more than ten miles.

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

In Chen Mo's mind, the real swordsmen are all those who have no sword in their hands, have a sword in their hearts, and with a wave of their sword fingers, their sword qi spans 100,000 miles.

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

Chen Mo's initial idea was to want a real sword, but after thinking about it, he was just a child, and it was too unsafe to hold a sharp weapon, and he might hurt himself and others if he wasn't careful.

And Chen Mo himself used the handrail made of wood last time, and he was also able to swing his sword qi, so Chen Mo, who had thought about it a lot, felt that he could just ask for a small wooden knife.

"Small wooden knives?" Chef Michelson was almost amused by Chen Mo, and thought to himself. "Xiaomo is really still a little boy, and it's normal to want sword toys."

"Okay, okay, wheelchair and small wooden knife, uncle has 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!" The Michelson chef wanted to stand up and touch Chen Mo's little head, but his feet were weak, and he sat heavily on the stool again, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, Uncle Michelson is really a great help to me, if I don't have a wheelchair, I usually have a very difficult time to move, and the small wooden knife is also important to my kendo practice." Chen Mo said gratefully. "In the future, if Uncle Michelson has anything I can help, Xiaomo will definitely do his best."

Chef Michelson smiled, and only thought that Chen Mo was talking about children, and did not take it too seriously.

After all, for a person who can move flexibly in the air, does it matter without a wheelchair?

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

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

If it weren't for the fact that there was a complete corpse in the forest that had cultivated the traces of the Navy Six Styles, as well as some other human body parts scattered everywhere, it was very doubtful whether Little Robin and Chen Mo were really attacked by government or navy personnel.

Now in the minds of Dr. Kloba and others, Little Robin and Chen Mo are estimated to have been rescued by an unknown top swordsman, but they are afraid of the retaliation of the navy and the government, so they let Little Robin and Chen Mo blame everything on themselves.