While Baron Straker and Chiasma were being beaten up by the Winter Soldiers,
Someone got off the plane and rushed to "My Chinese Restaurant" without even returning home.
This person was none other than Mr. Issou's neighbor, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Hannibal Lecter.
"Hannibal?"
Issou, who did not expect to see his neighbor at "My Chinese Restaurant" at this time, was taken aback.
But soon, she came to her senses.
She subconsciously took two steps toward him, and a smile naturally appeared on her face.
"When did you come back?"
From Hannibal's business trip until now.
Issou counted with his fingers.
She hadn't seen him for almost half a month.
Of course, Issou said that she had not seen him face to face, not that they had not met at all.
After all, they would occasionally video chat.
Hannibal answered Issou's question and said, "I just came back."
Hearing this, the black-haired girl noticed the suitcase next to his feet.
She immediately looked a little surprised, "So, Hannibal, you just got off the plane and came here?"
"Mhmm."
When he heard Issou's question, Hannibal nodded directly. Compared to her surprise, he seemed to take it for granted.
He said,
"Because I can't wait to see you."
As Issou said, the two of them had not seen each other face to face for the past half a month.
But they would occasionally video chat.
But seeing each other through the screen and seeing each other in person were two completely different concepts.
Otherwise, Hannibal would not have had to video chat with Issou yesterday.
He could not wait to come to "My Chinese Restaurant" as soon as he got off the plane today.
Hannibal opened his arms to Issou, and his handsome face had a gentleness that softened one's heart. He said, "So, do you want to give me a hug? Issou. "
"If I don't give it to you, will you ask for it directly?"
Although Issou answered Hannibal, he still opened his arms and hugged him. When she felt his arms around her, the black-haired girl heard him say, "Issou, you really know me well."
"Pu."
Hearing Hannibal's words, Issou could not help but laugh. She raised her head slightly in his arms, the smile in her eyes soft and bright, looking very charming. She said, "I don't know you well, I just think that you're trying to catch a chicken."
The black-haired girl and her neighbor were very close to each other. Even if she shook her head and refused, he would be able to pull her into his arms with his long arms.
Upon hearing Issou's words, Hannibal couldn't help but laugh. He tightened his grip on the black-haired girl's hand and smelled the aroma of food on her body. Before he could say anything, his stomach spoke first.
"Grumble ~"
Because of the close proximity, in addition to Hannibal, she also heard Issou's "protest" clearly.
"Didn't you have dinner?"
Issou withdrew from Hannibal's arms and said, "I thought you would eat some in-flight food to fill your stomach."
"No."
Hannibal shook his head and looked at her with a smile. That pair of icy-blue eyes that were originally gloomy and cold were dyed with a soft smile. They were so bright and beautiful that it was intoxicating. He said, "I purposely saved my stomach for dinner at 'my Chinese restaurant'."
"You're not afraid of starvation."
Issou looked at Hannibal helplessly and then said, "Wait, so you just said that you couldn't wait to see me. Is that true or false?"
With that said, the black-haired girl deliberately put away the smile on her face and raised an eyebrow at the man in front of her. "Don't tell me you couldn't wait to come to the evening market?"
Looking at Issou, who even though there was no smile on his face, the smile in his eyes could not be hidden. Hannibal only felt his whole heart soften.
He opened his mouth and said in a low and sexy voice, "Do you need me to swear to the moon? It may be full of ups and downs, but my heart will not change with it. "
Hearing Hannibal's words, before Issou had time to speak, his stomach could not help but growl again.
Hannibal, "…"
The black-haired girl could not help but burst out laughing when she saw the gentlemanly and affectionate look on his face just a moment ago. She said, "Alright, you don't have to swear. I believe you're telling the truth." "Okay, I don't need you to swear. I believe you."
After she said that, she asked Hannibal to push his suitcase into the lounge and handed him the menu. "See what you want to eat tonight."
The menu of "my Chinese restaurant" was basically updated every day. Occasionally, there would be a situation where there was no menu —
Just like the roasted lamb with red willow branch.
Anyway, it was the same. If you don't want to eat, then so be it.
"Is there steamed rice today?"
After Hannibal and Izzo got to know each other, the idea of learning Chinese sprouted in Hannibal's mind. For this reason, he even put it into action. This highly intelligent person was very talented in learning languages.
However, in a short period of time, he could directly understand the Chinese version of the menu without relying on a translator.
Issou, "…"
He always felt that the purpose of this neighbor learning Chinese was to understand the menu. It was the same reason why Lord Voldemort thought that Najini was so excited that Issou could speak Chinese.
Wasn't it so that he could order food?
Hannibal, "…"
Good boy.
Don't say it out loud.
"Yes, steamed rice."
Issou thought about the situation in the kitchen and said, "Do you want it? There's only one pot left. "
"Of course."
After hearing the black-haired girl's reminder, Hannibal opened his mouth and said, "I'm eating steamed rice tonight."
Hearing this, Issou made an OK gesture to Hannibal. After he put away the menu, he said, "Okay, wait a moment."
After that, the black-haired girl turned around and went back to the kitchen. When she came out again, she was holding a casserole in her hand. Seeing that Hannibal wanted to get up to help, she said, "Just sit down."
As soon as she finished speaking, Issou had already walked to Hannibal's table. After she put down the casserole in her hand, she opened the lid of the casserole for him.
When the lid of the casserole was opened, an appetizing aroma suddenly rushed into Hannibal's face. He felt that every pore on his face was thoroughly invaded by this aroma.
Smelling the aroma of steamed rice and looking at the alluring color, Hannibal could not help but say, "It seems that my decision to endure hunger was correct."
As soon as he said this, his stomach could not help but grumble again, as if it was echoing its master's words.
Hearing Hannibal's words, Issou did not know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that he was really hungry, she did not waste any more time and asked him to eat quickly.
In fact, even without Issou's words, Hannibal could not control his impulse to eat. As soon as a mouthful of steamed rice entered his mouth, he subconsciously chewed.
The originally white and translucent Silk Sprout Rice had a rich aroma after it was cooked. It looked even more oily and shiny. After absorbing the essence of the saltiness, every time he chewed, he could taste the rich saltiness of the absorbed rice apart from the fresh aroma brought by the moderately tough rice.
The combination of the two fragrances filled Hannibal's mouth with the unique aroma of rice. Paired with the perfect balance of fat and lean, the savory and delicious cured meat, the red and white sausages, and the soft shiitake mushrooms that were full of the essence of the pot rice, it was simply a delightful meal.
With every bite, the hunger in his stomach subsided a lot, but Hannibal was still not satisfied. This was because after one bite, the aroma of the steamed rice always tempted him to take another bite.
He felt that all his health maintenance methods were useless in front of Issou's Chinese food.
What 70% to 80% full for dinner?
That did not exist.
When it came to Issou's Chinese food, diners were willing to give up their lives for a bite, let alone give up their health maintenance methods.
When Hannibal tasted the golden brown rice crust at the bottom of the pot, he was even more certain of his cooking method. When the crispy and fragrant rice crust entered his mouth, he could even hear the crunching sound of it.
The rice crust of the steamed rice was like an Easter egg in a wonderful movie. It gave people a feeling of surprise and surprise when they ate it. The endless taste was even more irresistible.
No wonder people always used the term "melancholy" to describe steamed rice. Whether it was from the beginning when the lid of the casserole was removed or when the delicious taste was tasted, it was worthy of the term "melancholy".
…
Hannibal felt as if he had come back to life as soon as the pot of rice went down his stomach. The hunger brought on by the lack of food and the exhaustion brought on by the flight back to New York as soon as he finished his work turned into ashes in an instant.
However …
There was still something missing.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Hannibal leaned back slightly. His sitting posture was no longer as upright as before. Instead, there was a hint of laziness in his posture. His charming blue eyes could not help but look in the direction of the kitchen.
When he saw Issou's face flash by the window as he bent over, the corners of Hannibal's lips unconsciously curved up. The smile that quietly crept into his eyes carried a gentleness that warmed people's hearts.
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