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While following the river and arriving at a mask shop, each of them also bought a mask unique to Water 7.
And when passing by each harbor, they also enjoyed the local delicacies... Those were snack stalls operated on small boats, tiny boats, yet filled with all kinds of distinctive foods.
Especially one small boat snack stall selling Water 7's specialty food, fragrant pan-fried Mizu Mizu Meat…
The surface was pan-fried to a light golden brown, releasing the distinctive aroma of Water 7's specialty... Making the fragrance of Mizu Mizu Meat intertwined with spices.
With a single bite, what one first felt was the crispy outer layer, followed immediately by juices filling the entire mouth, tender, smooth, fragrant... causing Ian, Ain, and Robin to let out an involuntary exclamation.
It was simply too delicious!
Even the two children, after eating it, expressed how good it tasted.
Although it was only two simple words, it was the purest praise for good food.
Continuing downstream along the river, whenever they saw other unique delicacies, they would deliberately have the Bulls row over to try them.
And when passing by a Water 7 photography studio by the riverbank, they also went ashore briefly to take a photo.
Originally, Ian had planned to take a family portrait, but Aria and Aikes said that since Grandpa Zephyr was not there, it could not be considered a family photo.
If Zephyr were to hear this, he would probably be so moved that he would hug the two children and shower them with kisses.
Finally, as it was getting late, they arrived at Water 7's gourmet area.
After going ashore, they found a shop by the clear riverway and sat inside, enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea while gazing at the slowly setting sun.
Today's sunset was exceptionally beautiful!
However, just as Ian and his family were admiring the beautiful sunset, an uninvited guest suddenly sat down at the table behind them, with his chair pressed against Ian's chair.
Regarding this, Ian did not pay any attention to it, not even turning his head. He leisurely took a sip of Water 7's specialty carbonated drink, as if he had not sensed the person behind him at all.
As for the one who sat down, seeing that Ian showed no reaction, his eyebrows involuntarily twitched upward, but he said nothing.
Like someone who had not eaten all day, he happily enjoyed a bowl of miso ramen.
Only after the sun had set and the sky had grown dark did he seem to finish eating. He slowly picked up a napkin beside him, wiped his mouth, and said in a surprised tone: "It's really delicious! I didn't expect Water 7's miso ramen to be this good. Among all the ramen I've eaten, it can already rank third."
As he spoke, a trace of a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he were speaking to someone, and he said unhurriedly: "What do you think, Mr. Ian…"
Ian: "..."
At these words, Ain and Robin also seemed to notice something.
They raised their heads in surprise, and when they saw the figure wearing a yellow suit and sunglasses, their pupils instantly shrank.
Admiral... Kizaru?!
Why would this guy be here?
Just as the two were about to stand up, Ian shook his head at them.
With a smile still on his face, he said, "It's alright."
"Just alright?"
Borsalino did not mind Ain and Robin's reaction at all. He did not even stand up, his chair still pressed back-to-back with Ian's, as if he were truly chatting with an old friend. "It seems there are quite a lot of delicious foods in the West Blue as well!"
"Indeed, there are quite a few. When the time comes, I'll have Gini properly entertain you."
Ian also smiled as if meeting a friend. "I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"
"Gini, the sole king of the underworld forces of the West Blue, Cold Gun, Gini?"
Borsalino shrugged while speaking in a sarcastic tone. "That really makes one look forward to it! It's just that..."
At this point, his tone shifted slightly and turned cold. "As a criminal wanted by the World Government, Ian the God of Sun, strolling around in front of me with your wife and children like this, are you sure that's really okay?"
"Oh dear, sorry about that. I should have called out to you earlier! How about I treat you to this bowl of ramen?"
Borsalino: "..."
Is that what I meant?
Hearing Ian's reply, Borsalino's eyebrow twitched. But with this guy interrupting things so flippantly, the cold tone he had just adopted could no longer be maintained.
He even rubbed his forehead with a troubled expression. "Ah… so I was discovered long ago after all? I thought I hid myself pretty well! Really now, why didn't you say so earlier? I wasted so much money. Water 7's food is quite expensive, you know. Looks like after going back, I'll be staying in the cafeteria all the time!"
"You can get reimbursed. Vice-Admiral Garp gets reimbursed every time he goes out to spend money, even if it's just buying a grilled sausage on the road; he gets reimbursed after returning."
"I know, but it won't work now."
Borsalino sighed regretfully in a melancholic tone, then added sarcastically: "Thanks to a certain someone, the Marine Headquarters has been keeping things extremely strict lately."
As he spoke, his tone shifted again and turned serious. "Alright, enough small talk. May I ask what the illustrious Ian, the God of Sun, is doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Ian picked up the slightly drowsy Aikes and said with a smile, "A family trip!"
"I can indeed see that."
Borsalino nodded without surprise and even let out a sigh of admiration and praise. "Is that your child? They're really cute. Want to have them join the Marines? Don't worry, I'll personally train them."
"Many thanks, but we'll pass on becoming marines."
Facing Borsalino's praise, Ian responded with thanks, then continued in a matter-of-fact tone: "Besides, the most outstanding instructor from the Marine Headquarters is already at my home, so there's no need to trouble you!"
"That's true. Zephyr-sensei is indeed the most outstanding instructor within the Marine Headquarters."
Hearing Ian's words, Borsalino's expression returned to calm once more.
After a brief pause, he said in a flat tone: "I hope you're not lying to me, Mr. Ian."
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