骗子 1

"Food and go. There's a lot of cookies."

As if to appeal to the child, Felix pushed the cookie bowl forward.

"You must not have eaten properly, but you can't eat a lot of cookies first."

"…is that so."

Felix was embarrassed and swept his chin. I had to put the cookie bowl back, but I also had a hard time. Of course, the child was aiming for a cookie bowl with his eyes glistening greed, but what can we do if the father says no?

It was when the sullen Felix was only fiddling with cookie bowls. Isaac sat quietly across from Felix, hugging the child with a short sigh. The child then crawled up the table and stretched out his hand to the cookie jar. I have cookies in my hand that I haven't finished half yet and I'm looking for another one.

No, before Isaac could say it, Felix popped out a new cookie. It was not until the child held cookies in both hands that he sat down with his father's legs with a satisfied face.

The crunchy child chewed the cookies loudly. Isaac, who was staring at the shape of my son's greed for cookies, clicked his tongue.

"Really, is that your son? Well, you don't have to tell me when you look at my face."

Felix, who tilted his head with his chin supported, murmured slowly. Isaac simply replied, "Yes."

"What about her mother?"

"…… There isn't."

"A single digger? Then why do you live separately? Is there a reason why you don't live with me when you're so pampered? It doesn't even seem to have a family registration."

"Did you recognize that, too?"

Isaac's face was dark when he asked back instead of answering. Felix shook his hand this time again, noticing the emotional ups and downs of his opponent, which he usually doesn't care about.

"No, I didn't tell you to! It just happened that Tony looked into this and that...Well, you'll feel bad anyway. I apologize for this, too."