Food saved the world.
Kung Pao Chicken was not only a famous traditional Chinese dish, but also a famous Chinese dish.
But also in the eyes of many foreigners.
Kung Pao Chicken was equivalent to Chinese cuisine.
Moriarty had tasted Kung Pao Chicken from many Chinese restaurants.
But none of them were as amazing as the one in front of him.
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 exploded in his mouth.
First, a slight numbness invaded the tip of his tongue.
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 in the addictive spicy lychee flavor.
The 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. But before the lingering spiciness could claim supremacy,
A surge of sweetness aggressively attacked his taste buds.
The tender and spicy taste of the diced chicken combined with the crispy taste of the peanuts.
Blended into a taste that was impeccable on the tip of the tongue.
In fact, it was not that Moriarty had not tasted other delicious food. 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?
Did you ask Moriarty if he still remembered the purpose of his visit?
…
…
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What purpose did he have?
He was a serious customer.
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 looked up slightly.
A face that was so beautiful that it made people's eyes light up came into view.
Issou, who was wearing a snow-white chef's robe, had her long hair tied up.
Hidden under the chef's hat, she looked clean and neat without any makeup. 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 an actor at any time. Just like now, he could easily play the role of a customer.
At least when Issou looked at him, she truly believed that he was just a guest who came to eat.
"Yes." Issou smiled at the first customer who walked into their restaurant. "Sir, how was the dish?"
As he spoke, Issou reached out and opened the lid of the pot. Moriarty, who was about to answer him, was suddenly hit with an irresistible aroma.
He was so shocked that he forgot to answer Issou's question. All he could think of was the snow-white fish head tofu soup in front of him.
He took a deep breath. 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 was just taken out of 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.
When Moriarty finished the fish head tofu soup, he felt like a big, satisfied cat.
"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 with emotion. 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 laughed. "I should have humbly said 'you flatter me,' but …"
Issou's eyes, which seemed to be dancing with little 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."
There was no one who didn't want their products to be liked by others. Yi Su couldn't help but feel happy when she was praised by others so straightforwardly.
"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 intellect and cunning as Moriarty, her magical hands made her the most special one.
"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 did have 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.
Moriarty originally 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 Moriarty's sincerity, Issou could not help but blink. After a moment, she showed a pained expression. "Twenty percent! I'll give you a twenty percent discount at most, no more, and this is on account of your good looks and good compliments. "
Seeing Issou's expression, Moriarty laughed and deliberately asked, "Is there a twenty percent discount in the future?"
Hearing this, Issou could not help but burst out laughing. "That depends on whether you can compliment me as well in the future."
"That's easy." Moriarty said, "Doesn't everyone automatically unlock the fancy compliments when they eat your food?"
Issou, "…"
You win!
She was determined 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 there was no reason for her not to like a customer like Moriarty, so when Moriarty said 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 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.
Dwight had only worked for Hannibal for a few months, but he felt that he had learned a lot. As the saying goes, listening to a wise man is better than studying for ten years.
And something that happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's charisma.
When he was on a business trip with Hannibal, they happened to run into the police hunting for criminals. In order to rescue the little girl who was kidnapped, Hannibal took the risk alone and successfully rescued the hostage. In the end, he also succeeded in being honorably wounded.
So when Hannibal decided to leave the hospital, Dwight, who had turned into a fanboy, recommended himself to be his personal assistant for a while. After all, Hannibal's leg was injured, and he would have a lot of trouble moving around. Unsurprisingly, he was rejected.
Dwight was not disappointed, nor did he give up. On the way home, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again. However, before he could say anything, when the car was about to turn the corner and arrive at Hannibal's residence, he saw the back of a woman in front of him.
Dwight was not a frequent visitor to Hannibal's house, but he remembered clearly that from the first time he came to Hannibal's house to get the documents until two weeks ago, the only house in this community next to Hannibal's house was unoccupied.
"Dr. Lecter, did a new resident move into the house next to yours?" Dwight, who was driving, asked curiously. As far as he knew, Hannibal was now single, and he did not have any relatives. Therefore, if a stranger was traveling with them, then it was most likely a new resident.
Hearing Dwight's words, Hannibal, who was sitting in the back seat, remembered that he had heard that the owner of the house next door was interested in renting out, but he did not expect that the other party would find a tenant so quickly.
With this in mind, Hannibal looked up and saw the black-haired girl who happened to notice the car behind her and turned around.
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On the first day Issou moved in, she learned from the old landlord that her neighbor was on a business trip and would not be back for about a week.
Issou was originally very curious about why Mr. Lecter, who should have been back a long time ago, was nowhere to be seen for almost two weeks. It was not until she saw him that she realized what was going on.
"Hey, are you the new neighbor who just moved in?"
When the brown-haired young man took the initiative to greet her, Issou nodded graciously. "Yes, nice to meet you, my name is Issou."
As she spoke, she glanced at them. When her gaze passed by Hannibal, it lingered on his face for a few seconds.
It couldn't be helped, this young man was very good-looking.
Hannibal's appearance was very outstanding. Although his cheeks were a little pale and thin, it did not diminish his handsomeness. Instead, there was a hint of vulnerability that softened one's heart.
And he also had a pair of very charming blue eyes. Even if he did not speak, one could feel his friendliness. It could be said that he had a face that all girls would find pleasing.
However …
After admiring Hannibal's looks, the smart Issou suddenly realized that the person in the wheelchair was Hannibal, and Dwight was the one who sent him back, so …
The black-haired girl looked at Hannibal. "Are you the Mr. Lecter that Old Stan mentioned?"
Hearing Issou's words, Hannibal looked up at her and noticed her pair of pure black eyes. He smiled and nodded at her.
Wow.
It's really him?
Seeing this, Issou could not help but look at Hannibal again. According to Old Stan's introduction, she thought her neighbor was a mature uncle, but now it seemed that he was a young and promising man?
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