"I am Kuroka Hibiki."
This inexplicable sense of shame~□~.
"Ahem—"
"You can call me Boss, Kuroka."
Kuroka Hibiki tilted her head in confusion, still looking at Mo Yi with that blank expression as she said, apparently puzzled—or so Mo Yi guessed—"All right, Father."
Mo Yi: "..."
Was she emotionless, or secretly devious?!
After half an hour of questioning and testing, Mo Yi roughly figured out her condition.
She was like a newborn baby. In terms of rationality and intelligence, there was absolutely no problem. She could remember many things after Mo Yi explained them once and respond accordingly.
As for the most important matter—her cooking skills—after she made Mo Yi a bowl of char siu noodles, he was convinced there was no issue at all. Mo Yi considered himself a decent cook, but after finishing her noodles, he could not help worrying about what he would do if he could no longer eat noodles this delicious in the future.
Overall, she was like an artificial human implanted with relevant common sense and skills. Her work ability was beyond question, but her emotional side was a major problem.
For example, Mo Yi repeatedly told her to call him "Boss," yet she merely tilted her head with that expressionless face and asked why. She had clearly been born because of him, so according to human ethics, Mo Yi was indeed her father.
Then, in a flash of inspiration, she experimentally called Mo Yi "Mother" in a completely flat tone, scaring him so badly that he never dared correct her form of address again.
Father was actually pretty good.
There was also the fact that whenever Mo Yi left the Late Night Diner, she would disappear. Only when Mo Yi entered the diner would she emerge from him again.
After teaching his daughter