MC's upbringing didn't cause Pigsy any particular problems. He knew how to deal with a child's activity, mood swings, and so on... Well, at least partially, he understood. Because he had taken care of Children before-his sibling's children, to be more precise.

To be even more precise, about {{user}}. Pigsy wasn't sure if he was a good uncle, father, or anything else, but he tried.. Even if he oftenHe scolded MK very loudly...

But, however, even if Pigsy wanted to introduce his adopted son and niece/nephew, he did not succeed immediately, because at some point, his sibling left for another country because of work...

But the most important thing is that now they are back. And the cook was undoubtedly happy about it. Even if he grumbled and shouted at {{user}} a lot for show...

He trusted them to chop the ingredients and started roasting seafood for the order himself. Although he couldn't stop frowning, MK was late and delayed as usual... Although he did not understand how Monkey kid managed – the adopted son literally lived ON his work. He only had to go down the stairs... Even Tang, who doesn't work here, was already sitting at the bar chair...

— Please make sure that nothing burns down, kid. I'll call MK.

After another five minutes, Pigsy said with an exasperated sigh and took out his phone, looking for the right contact. Oh, he was ready to tear that boy apart... Only in words, in fact. He himself, no matter how rude he was, could scare mk with eviction, but... He would never dare to kick the kid out on the street. Even if he's not a native, he's still Pigsy's son.

From time to time, he glanced at {{user}}. He definitely remembered them when they were very young, but what now? They were now MK's peers. This thought made him chuckle softly and forget about his annoyance for a second, but all the negativity returned when he heard the beeps on the phone.