Food saved the world.
When Hannibal sat down at the dining table again,
He looked at the hot, fragrant shredded chicken porridge poured out from the thermos in front of him instead of coffee and sandwiches,
He couldn't help but think of what he wanted to do just now, and he suddenly felt a little pain in his cheek.
This slap in the face came too quickly,
Like a tornado.
Hannibal picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth. The soft and delicious porridge and the fresh, salty, and tender shredded chicken made him forget the embarrassment of being slapped in the face.
After swallowing the still warm shredded chicken porridge down his throat,
It made people feel warm all over.
Just as Issou saw,
Hannibal didn't sleep well last night. The headache and irritation caused by insomnia made his face look particularly ugly when no one was around, but after eating half a bowl of shredded chicken porridge,
His face looked much better, and his originally tense nerves were also relieved.
At this moment, Hannibal didn't think about the reason for his insomnia these past few days,
Or rather, he wasn't in the mood to think about it at all. His mind was filled with the moderately salty shredded chicken porridge. The taste was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating.
After the shredded chicken porridge in the thermos was in Hannibal's stomach, he was so satisfied that even his cold blue eyes were tinged with some warmth,
He didn't look so gloomy anymore.
His gaze fell on the empty thermos,
But he couldn't help but think of Issou, who greeted him energetically this morning, and his eyes suddenly flashed.
Issou of course didn't know about the series of events that happened at Hannibal's house, and had no way of knowing what he was thinking.
But she could feel that when she saw Hannibal again,
His attitude towards her seemed to be …
A little sincere.
Issou: "…"
This development was a little familiar.
It seemed that everyone who ate the food she cooked was like this.
#
Empire State University.
"Hey,
Peter. "
A dark-skinned fatty sitting in his seat was using the table as a cover, holding a tablet and browsing the campus network. When he saw the headlines, he said to his deskmate, "Professor Moriarty is in the limelight today. I heard that a lot of people went to watch him. Did you see it when you came?"
"What?" Hearing his friend's words, Peter Parker, who had no idea what was going on, had a blank expression on his face. "Ned, what are you talking about?"
"Don't you know?" Ned Leeds, also known as the little black fatty, turned to look at Peter. "Professor Moriarty has become a visiting professor in our school this semester. I heard that many students in the mathematics department are going crazy."
Don't misunderstand. He wasn't about to explode from anger. He was about to explode from excitement.
After all, there weren't many young, promising, handsome, and tasteful professors.
"Are you Professor James Moriarty, the author of Asteroid Dynamics?" Peter said, "I remember when he was 21 years old, he wrote a paper on the binomial theorem, right?"
"Yes, that's him." Ned nodded and said, "I heard that our school had extended an olive branch to Professor Moriarty a long time ago, but he refused. Do you know why he agreed this time?"
Peter said, "Don't keep us in suspense, Ned."
"Haha." Ned smiled, and his chin trembled. He said, "I don't know, but there are a lot of 'insiders'."
He emphasized the word "insiders". Obviously, he felt that these people's guesses were obviously unreliable, but he still randomly picked an "insider" to talk to.
"This' insider 'said that he has a little unreliable guess. Professor Moriarty agreed to be a visiting professor at our school because he was amazed by the chef of the new Chinese restaurant near our school."
"Is this still 'unreliable'?" After Peter heard Ned's words, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. "It sounds very unreliable, okay?"
"That's right." Ned nodded. "Many people below said that his advertising placement was too rigid. It was a completely bad review, but …"
As he spoke, he scrolled down and saw the comments below. "Later, many people changed their minds and said that what he said was very reliable."
Seeing that Peter looked at him curiously, Ned didn't keep him in suspense. He continued, "Because after they went to the Chinese restaurant and tasted it, they all felt that Professor Moriarty agreed to be a visiting professor at our school because of the food. This guess is completely correct. There's nothing wrong with it at all."
Peter: "…"
"Uh, is it really that good?" Peter didn't suspect that the owner of this Chinese restaurant hired a fake account because their campus network implemented real-name registration.
"Well …" Ned touched his double chin and said, "Why don't we try it at noon?"
Peter had no objection to Ned's suggestion, so at noon, Peter and Ned went to "My Chinese Restaurant" according to the campus network address.
Since the day it opened, the business of the Chinese restaurant had been improving day by day. When Peter arrived today, the Chinese restaurant was almost full.
But it was only almost full.
Clarice saw Peter and Ned standing at the door. She quickly welcomed them in and led them to an empty table. She asked, "Are there two of you?"
"Yes." Peter nodded and was led to an empty table by Clarice with Ned. After they sat down, each of them was given a menu. "This is the menu. You can take a look at what you want to eat first. I'll come back later to order for you."
As the only waiter in "My Chinese Restaurant", Clarice was so busy that she wished she had a clone technique instead of a door opening technique (…). After all, "My Chinese Restaurant" didn't have a take-out service for the time being, so the clone technique was more practical.
Clarice thought silently in her heart while she made tea for Peter and the others. After that, she hurried back to the table to continue ordering.
Because of the lack of manpower, Issou saw that Clarice was busy, so he simply served the dishes himself. When he passed by her, he whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'll order for that table."
With that said, Issou walked over to Peter's table, "Sorry to keep you waiting. What would you like to eat?"
Hearing this, Peter raised his head subconsciously. When he saw Issou in a chef's robe, he was stunned for a moment before he recognized her. After all, good-looking people weren't easy to forget.
It was just that he was the Spider-man that day, and today he was Peter Parker, so he didn't show any reaction that he had seen Issou before. The black-haired girl indeed didn't notice the difference in him.
However …
Ned asked, "Peter, which one would you like to order?"
Issou: "…???"
Peter?
Hearing Ned's words, Peter, who didn't know that he had attracted Issou's attention, discussed with his friends and began to order.
If it was said that when Ned 'Pig' Leeds shouted his name, Peter's success rate was 50%, then when Peter himself spoke, it was 100% successful.
After all, it had only been a few days. Just like how Peter could still recognize Issou's face, Issou could still remember Peter's voice.
So …
He was the Spider-man?!
Issou widened his eyes slightly and subconsciously glanced at Peter. With his slightly curly hair and big brown eyes, if one didn't know his other identity, he would look like a cute big boy.
Peter, who didn't know that he had completely messed up, was now playing the role of a customer in front of Issou. After ordering, he handed the menu back to Issou, "Okay, that's all."
Issou took back the menu, "Okay, please wait a moment."
After Issou left, Ned looked at Peter and asked, "Peter, do you know her?"
Of course, he was referring to Issou.
Hearing this, Peter nodded and whispered, "Didn't I tell you before that I stopped a robber with a gun from robbing a supermarket? She was there at the time. "
"Oh, oh." Ned suddenly remembered and lowered his voice, "How was it? She didn't recognize you, right? "
"Of course not," Peter said matter-of-factly, "My disguise was flawless."
Issou, who thought that Little Spider might have misunderstood the word 'flawless', "…???"
Little Spider, you're making a fool of yourself the moment you open your mouth!
Back to the topic, seeing that Peter was pretending not to have seen him, Issou also played along and pretended not to recognize him. However, the portions of the dishes served to Peter and Ned's table completely exposed her favoritism.
One of the customers sitting at the table next to Peter's table happened to be Eugene Thompson, who used to bully Peter in high school. After the birth of the Spider-man, he became a die-hard fan of the Spider-man, Eugene.
Thompson, who didn't know that the Peter he used to bully was now the Spider-man he worshipped, looked at the braised prawns on his table, and then looked at the braised prawns on Peter's table.
The two servings of Braised Prawns were both bright red in color and fragrant, making people salivate. But the problem was — —
Why were the portions of their braised prawns equal, while Peter's portion was extra large?!
With this in mind, Thompson asked. In fact, it wasn't just him, even Peter and Ned noticed the difference in the portions of the two braised prawns.
Ned shot Peter a look — —
Are you sure she didn't recognize you?
Peter gave his friend a blank look — —
He wasn't sure now, okay?
As the initiator of favoritism, Issou didn't feel guilty at all when asked by Thompson. She held the tray upright in her arms, then pointed at Peter and said confidently, "I can't help it, don't you think he has a particularly likable face?"
Yi Su's words were magnanimous, there was no ambiguity to speak of, but it also made it easy for people to hear that she really liked Peter.
Eugene, the most popular football idol, Thompson: "…???"
Who?
Who are you talking about?
Thompson subconsciously wondered if he had recognized the wrong person. The person sitting at the next table was not Peter Parker, but when he took a closer look — —
What the f * ck is Peter Parker!
Spicy and sweet, spicy and sweet were the characteristics of Kung Pao Chicken. When Moriarty took the first bite, the juices absorbed from the tender chicken suddenly exploded in his mouth — —
First, a slight numbness invaded the tip of his tongue, and before he could react, a burst of light spiciness invaded his tongue. It was as if there was a mixture of Sichuan pepper and red pepper dancing on the tip of his tongue, dancing with the addictive spicy lychee taste.
This spiciness was not stimulating, but it was enough to lift one's spirit. It was as if it had turned into a magical hand, firmly grabbing all of his attention. However, before the lingering spiciness had time to claim supremacy, a wave of sweetness came and attacked his taste buds fiercely.
The tender and spicy taste of the diced chicken combined with the crispness of the peanuts to create a taste that was impeccable on the tip of the tongue.
In fact, it was not that Moriarty had never tasted other delicacies. He had even tasted a lot of authentic Chinese cuisine, but no matter how much he ate, it was not as captivating as the food in front of him.
Whether it was the fragrant but not greasy twice-cooked pork, the spicy and crispy Kung Pao Chicken, or even the bowl of sweet and plump white rice, Moriarty was left with an endless aftertaste.
What?
You're asking Moriarty if he still remembers his purpose for coming here?
…
…
…
What purpose was there?
He was a proper customer, and he was just here for a meal!
Just as Moriarty was looking forward to the third dish, a claypot suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised his head slightly, and a beautiful face came into his sight.
Issou, who was wearing a snow-white chef's robe, had her long hair tied up and hidden under the chef's hat. Without any makeup, she looked clean and neat. She put down the tray, then grabbed the sides of the claypot and placed it in front of Moriarty.
He asked, "Are you the head chef of this Chinese restaurant?"
As long as Moriarty wanted to, he could turn into a drama queen at any time. Just like now, he could easily play the role of a customer.
At least when Issou looked at him, she really believed that he was just a customer who came to eat.
"Yes." Issou smiled at the first customer who walked into their restaurant. "Sir, how was the dish just now?"
As she spoke, Issou reached out and lifted the lid of the claypot. This caused Moriarty, who was about to answer her, to be hit in the face by an irresistible aroma.
He was so shocked that he forgot to answer Issou's question. His eyes were filled with the snow-white fish head tofu soup in front of him.
He took a deep breath, and the fresh aroma entered his nose and lingered in his brain. Every nerve seemed to have a moment of relaxation.
There was no fishy smell in the hot fish head tofu soup. Perhaps it was because the fish head was fried in oil, scallions, and ginger, but he only smelled freshness.
Probably because it had just been taken out from the stove, the snow-white fish head tofu soup was still boiling hot. Moriarty picked up the spoon and scooped up a mouthful. He only had time to blow on it a few times before he eagerly put it into his mouth.
The tip of his tongue was scalded, but he could not bear to spit it out. When the fish soup slid down his throat, Moriarty could only feel the freshness of the fish spreading in his chest.
When the silver carp head meat rich in colloidal protein and the extremely tender tofu were put into his mouth, he did not need to take a bite at all. It was as if they could melt on the tip of his tongue. His entire mouth was filled with the delicious aroma in an instant.
In this winter, there was nothing more blissful than being able to drink a mouthful of hot and delicious soup indoors.
By the time Moriarty finished the fish head tofu soup, he felt like he was a big cat with a full belly.
"I'm sorry." Noticing that Issou was still standing beside him, Moriarty, who did not forget to play his role, showed a sincere and apologetic expression. He said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. It's mainly because the food you make is so delicious."
He looked at Issou with a look of admiration on his face. "I'm very glad that I chose to pass by this street today, walked into this shop, and tasted the food you make. Otherwise, I don't know how much I would regret it."
His dark eyes became bright because of his emotions. In the blink of an eye, his gaze fell on Issou's hands. He said, "I think I have reason to suspect that your hands have some kind of magical power. Otherwise, how can the food you make be so delicious?"
Wow.
Hearing Moriarty's unabashed praise, Issou suddenly laughed. "I should have humbly said 'you flatter me,' but …"
Issou's eyes, which were like dancing stars, looked at Moriarty with a bright smile. Her voice was like a lark singing happily. "You said it so well that I can't say anything modest against my will," she said.
There was no one who didn't want their products to be liked by others. Moreover, she was praised so straightforwardly that she couldn't help but feel happy.
"There's no need to be modest."
There were only a handful of people who could make Moriarty treat them differently, but from today onwards, Izzo would be one of those 'few'.
Even though she did not have the same level of IQ and cunning as Moriarty, her magical hands made her the most unique person in the group.
"Originally, I didn't plan to teach at Empire State University, but when I ate the first bite of your food, I couldn't help but change my mind." Moriarty looked at Issou. "So you don't have to be modest at all."
Although his real identity was a master criminal, it was undeniable that he had a good reputation in the eyes of the public. With his deep knowledge in mathematics, astronomy and other fields, he was a talent that many schools wanted to recruit.
Originally, Moriarty did not intend to accept the olive branch that Empire State University threw at him. After all, he thought that teaching there was a complete waste of his time, but …
Who knew that the slap in the face would come so quickly, like a tornado.
Seeing how sincere Moriarty was, Issou could not help but blink. After a moment, she showed a pained expression. "Twenty percent! At most, I'll give you a twenty percent discount, no more, and this is because you praised me so well and I'm so good-looking. "
Seeing Issou's expression, Moriarty laughed and deliberately asked, "Will I get a twenty percent discount in the future?"
Hearing this, Issou could not help but laugh. "That depends on whether you can praise me so well in the future."
"That's easy," Moriarty said. Moriarty said. "Doesn't everyone automatically unlock the fancy compliments when they eat your food?"
Issou, "…"
You win!
She was going to get a twenty percent discount!
Twenty percent discount, "…"
What kind of grudge did he have against her?!
Back to the topic, Issou felt that she had no reason not to like a customer like Moriarty, so when Moriarty expressed that he wanted to get to know her before he left, she graciously exchanged names with him.
"Issou."
Hearing Moriarty say her name softly in a pleasant voice, and the brown eyes that looked at her seemed to contain an unknown emotion, Issou felt a little strange.
However, before she could react, Moriarty suddenly approached her, and then Issou felt a kiss on her forehead.
"Uh." Yi Su blinked. Although Moriarty's kiss only landed on the edge of her chef's hat and she didn't feel like she was being taken advantage of, her reaction was a little cute since she was caught off guard.
"Forgive my rudeness," Moriarty said with a smile. "It's because I'm so happy to have met you today, Issou."
Issou, "…"
Wow.
Such a warm smile.
What else could she do?
Forgive him, of course.
"What?" Hearing this, Issou turned to look at Lorna. She reached out her hands to reveal the metal bracelets on her wrists, and then motioned for her to look down at the steel-toed boots she was wearing.
toed
Boots.
Lorna asked, "Don't you think my taste is a little off?"
"Who said so?"
"Marcus."
"Well, you can ignore the comment of a straight guy." Issou said with a smile, "After all, choker is no different from a dog collar in their eyes."
When she heard Issou's example, Lorna could not help but laugh. She said, "So you believe in my taste?"
"I think it's pretty cool." When she heard Issou's words, Lorna gave her a meaningful smile, and then said, "In fact, it's even cooler to use them."
After all, she wore steel-toed boots and metal bracelets so that she could fly.
Issou, "…???"
He felt like she had a strange meaning when she said "to use them".
When she met Issou's puzzled gaze, Lorna did not intend to explain. Instead, she changed the topic. "Have you made a list of the things we need to buy?"
"Of course." Issou did not press the issue. After all, even close friends had their own secrets. She took out her phone and opened the memo. There was already a list of items she needed to buy.
Lorna leaned over to take a look at Issou's phone. She saw that the list of items was filled with xn. She understood and said, "You're planning to buy tables and chairs for your Chinese restaurant today?"
"Yeah." Yi Su nodded. "Previously, I was busy with getting a license and contacting the ingredient suppliers, so I kept delaying the purchase of tables and chairs."
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