The food here is very rich, even the leftovers are enough to fill your stomach.

Allen ate half a bowl of stewed meat, a small piece of lamb chops, a few apple pies, and a bowl of mushroom soup. His stomach was rounded.

Allen had a lot of appetite, and was scolded by relatives because of his large appetite, but he was obviously not as good as Baffalo. After he had a meal with others, he swept away a plate of chicken legs, and he was still a little unfulfilled.

"Don't forget to clean up the place. If it's not done well, hum, hum."

Bafaro took a few apple pies, stared at Allen, and tried to pretend to be fierce.

“I will do it.”

Allen said immediately, Baffaro nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Take these tableware to the kitchen, which is on the right side of the first floor. The utility room is under the stairs, with mops and brooms inside."

"I remember."

Allen responded quickly, and then Buffalo turned around and left. Allen rested for a few minutes before starting to clean.

He first put the plates away, folded them together, put them away, walked out of the restaurant, and brought them into the kitchen.

The kitchen is located on the other corner of the dining room. The room is large and has many stoves. There is a middle-aged woman washing and picking vegetables.

"Hello, Auntie."

After Allen entered, he greeted the other party. When the other party heard Allen's voice, he looked at him and asked, "Are you here to work?"

"no?"

Allen replied: "I came here to join the Don Quixote family. Lord Doflamingo has promised me to stay, but it still needs to be evaluated."

"Yeah?"

The woman withdrew her head, her tone became colder and harder, and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

"Know."

Allen smiled and said, "Baby5 and Bafaro told me."

"That's good."

The woman nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do work hard, don't be lazy."

"I remember, thank you aunt."

Allen thanked the other party, then left the kitchen, went back to get the rest of the tableware, ran twice before they all finished.

Back in the kitchen, Allen turned on the faucet and was about to start cleaning the tableware, the woman said again: "Put the leftovers in the wooden barrel, put the clean dishes and knife and fork into the cabinet on your left hand. The wooden barrel is full and goes to the garbage room and pour it into the garbage can there."

"yes."

Allen replied, pouring the leftovers into the wooden bucket next to it and then starting to wash the tableware. He washed it very carefully, washed a plate several times to make sure that no stains were left, and he was also careful not to break the tableware.

This is the first day, and I have to do everything I have arranged for myself.

Allen cleaned it carefully and took more than ten minutes to wash all the tableware.

After washing, Alan brought the plate and knife to the cabinet and put them into the cabinet.

"Put the knife and fork on top, and the plate and bowl on the bottom." The woman said without raising her head.

"yes."

Allen immediately did as the other party told him, putting all the tableware into the cabinet and placing it neatly.

After doing this, Allen left the kitchen and returned to the dining room. He cleaned the table first, and then wiped the table with a rag until it was very clean.

Then he went to the utility room to get a broom and dustpan, returned to the house, and began to clean it.

After sweeping the floor, Allen poured the trash into the trash can, put the broom and dustpan back into the utility room, and took the mop again.

But as soon as Alan came out of the utility room, his body froze directly, and a tall figure walked down the stairs and appeared in front of Alan.

A body about three meters tall, a black feather coat, a makeup on his right eye socket and mouth, and his hands were placed in his pockets of his pants. It was Corason.

"Mr. Corathon."

Seeing the other party, Allen stood aside and bowed slightly.

Corason ignored him and walked down the stairs, but as he stepped on the ground, his feet slipped and his butt fell to the ground.

"Mr. Corathon."

Allen ran over immediately, trying to help him up, but before he could touch him, the next moment, Corason swung his arm and punched Allen in the face.

Bang.

The huge force knocked Allen to the ground. Allen let out a painful hum. After a few seconds, he straightened his body and looked at the other person with a feeling of grievance and anger.

Corason got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and walked outside.

He walked out seven or eight meters, took out a cigarette from his arms, and then picked up a lighter to light the cigarette, but the next moment, the flames ignited his feather coat and started to burn.

"Mr. Corathon, you're on fire. Wait a minute, I'll get you water."

Alan just stood up and saw this scene, he immediately rushed into the kitchen, brought out a basin of water, and found that Corason was slapped on his feather coat in a hurry, but the fire was even more fierce.

Alan rushed over with water and came to him. With his hands raised, the water in the basin was poured on him, and the fire on his body slowly went out.

"The fire is extinguished."

Allen stood there and said with a smile.

But Colason stopped for a few seconds, turned around and kicked Allen to the ground, then walked over, raised his leg high, kicked Allen, and kept trampling.

"No, Mr. Corason."

Alan kept rolling with his head in his arms. After Corathon kicked a few times before turning around and walking towards the distance.

"it hurts."

Alan slowly got up from the ground, slapped the dust, then lifted up his clothes, and found that his body was bruised and many scars.

"You're not bad."

Baby5's voice sounded above. Alan raised his head and found her lying beside the window on the second floor, staring at herself, and said with a smile: "I think of this method to tease him, and I will try it next time."

"I'm not trying to tease him."

Allen stood there and said, "I just wanted to help him put out the fire, but, but he...

"He is such a person. If you help him, he will hit you."

baby5 smiled and said, "So you shouldn't help him and let him get burned."

"But this is not good, right?" Allen looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, the young master won't talk about you."

baby5 left this sentence and shrank his head back.

"Why."

Alan sighed, picked up the basin, put it back to the kitchen, picked up the mop again, returned to the dining room, mopped the floor again, and finally took another wet rag to wipe the floor clean.

After doing all this, Allen returned to the woodshed and sat on the ground with a thump, grinning in pain.

It hurts so much.

Allen took off his clothes, his strong upper body was covered with scars, and many parts were swollen.

Corathon is so cruel.

Although the purpose of Corathon was to get the children out of here and not to fall into this place, he was too ruthless. He used a lot of strength to kick himself. The kicks were slightly weak, but he kicked them with his heel, which was very painful.

As for using such a lot of effort?

But if you think about it carefully, if you don’t have to do such a lot of effort and cause huge pain, how can you force these children away?

Allen could imagine that in the next days, in order to get himself away, Corathon would become more severe and beat him harder.

Then, my task is to do the job assigned to me well, and then endure Corathon's "abuse".

Persist, continue to persevere!
Chapter completed!