Food saves the world.
In Dwight's eyes, his boss, Hannibal Lecter, was a young, promising, and handsome gentleman genius,
When he worked beside him,
Dwight was often amazed by Hannibal's erudition and resourcefulness.
Dwight had only worked beside Hannibal for a few short months,
He felt that he had benefited a lot. As the saying goes, listening to a gentleman,
It was better than reading for ten years.
And something that happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's personality charm —
When he followed Hannibal on a business trip,
He happened to run into the police chasing after a criminal,
In order to rescue the little girl who was kidnapped, Hannibal risked his life alone,
In the end, he successfully rescued the hostage,
And he also succeeded in being gloriously injured.
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,
There would definitely be a lot of trouble with mobility issues. As a result, he was rejected as expected.
Dwight was not disappointed, nor did he give up,
On the way home with Hannibal, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again,
But before he could say anything, when the car turned the corner and was about to arrive at Hannibal's residence, he saw an obvious female figure in front of him.
Dwight was not a frequent visitor to Hannibal's house,
But he remembered very clearly that he had been there once, from the first time he came to Hannibal's house to get documents two weeks ago,
The only house in this community that was next to Hannibal's house was unoccupied.
"Dr. Lecter,
Did a new resident move into the house next door? "Dwight asked curiously as he drove,
As far as he knew, Hannibal was currently single and had no relatives. Therefore, if a stranger was traveling with them, the most likely possibility was that it was a new resident who had just moved in.
When Hannibal heard Dwight's words, he remembered that he had heard that the owner of the house next door was interested in renting, but he did not expect the other party to 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.
#
On the first day Issou moved in, she learned from the landlord that her neighbor was on a business trip and would not be back for about a week.
Issou was curious about why Mr. Lecter, who should have been back a long time ago, was nowhere to be seen for almost two weeks. Until now, she finally knew what was going on.
"Hi, are you the new neighbor who just moved in?"
Seeing the brown-haired young man take 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.
She couldn't help it, this young man was too good-looking.
Hannibal was very good-looking. Although his cheeks were a little pale and thin, it did not diminish his handsomeness. Instead, there was a hint of fragility 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.
But...
After admiring Hannibal's good looks, 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 question, Hannibal raised his eyes to look at her. Noticing her pair of pure black eyes, he smiled and nodded at her.
Wow.
It's really him?
Seeing this, Issou could not help but take another look at Hannibal. According to Old Stan's introduction, she thought her neighbor was a mature uncle, but now, it seemed like he was a young and promising man?
Thinking about Hannibal's age — he didn't look more than 25 years old — and then thinking about his profession — psychiatrist and professor, Izu, as a poor student, inexplicably wanted to kneel down.
While Issou was thinking, she heard the brown-haired young man next to her speak. "Hello, my name is Dwight Parsons. I'm Dr. Lecter's assistant."
Then, to prevent Issou from misunderstanding, he explained, "Dr. Lecter's throat is injured, so he can't talk for the time being."
Hearing Dwight's words, Issou nodded. When she saw Hannibal in a wheelchair, she thought he had accidentally injured his foot, but now it seemed that it was not that simple.
Since that was what she thought, Issou asked. Although they were strangers who had never met before today, after today, they were close neighbors.
As a fan of Hannibal, Dwight was not stingy with sharing his idol's glorious deeds with others. Therefore, Issou only asked casually and learned the reason for Hannibal's injury from Dwight.
"Wow." After hearing Dwight's words, Issou's eyes widened slightly. "Mr. Lecter, there aren't many good-looking and kind-hearted people like you these days."
If Izzo's previous admiration for Hannibal was only that of a poor student towards a genius and a little bit of a dog towards that face of his, then now she couldn't help but respect him.
Hearing Issou's straightforward and sincere praise, not to mention Hannibal's reaction, Dwight felt that her praise was too realistic.
That's right.
Dr. Lecter was that great!
He was so good-looking, kind, and did not accept any rebuttals!
#
Because this kind of weather was not suitable for a long conversation outside, and both Issou, who had been busy all day, and Hannibal, who had just gotten off the plane, needed rest the most, so the two parties went back to their respective homes after getting to know each other.
Issou, who had just returned home, immediately ran to take a comfortable hot shower. After coming out of the bathroom, she threw herself on the bed and did not want to move.
Although it was her mother who encouraged her to open a Chinese restaurant in New York, since she was already here, Issou did not intend to just deal with it casually. Besides — —
Her mother had retired, and she still had to take care of her for forty-two years.
And she had to make sure that she did not have to starve for forty-one years.
Therefore, Issou, who suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders, turned the pressure into motivation. Although opening a Chinese restaurant was not easy, and being the owner and head chef was even more difficult, but …
Don't be afraid!
Just do it!
The day before the opening, Issou, who was still valiant and high-spirited, suddenly became listless. She knew that it was not easy, but — —
She did not expect it to be so tiring.
When Issou closed her eyes, she was still thinking about hiring the two waiters as soon as possible. When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day.
Issou, who had enough sleep, was full of energy. Seeing that it was still early, she did not go directly to the Chinese restaurant. Instead, she washed up and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
After taking out the chicken breast meat, Issou washed it, added salt, and put it into the pot to cook. Then, she began to rinse the rice and make porridge. Because she counted her neighbor, Mr. Lecter, as well, she prepared enough rice for two people when she measured the rice.
Originally, Issou planned to make shredded chicken porridge this morning, but considering that Hannibal's leg was injured, and seafood was not good for the wound, she simply made a simple and delicious shredded chicken porridge.
After rinsing the rice, Issou poured an appropriate amount of water and began to boil it over high heat. When it came to a boil, she lowered the heat and began to simmer. At the same time, she scooped out the chicken breast meat that was almost cooked and shredded it for later use.
Seeing that the rice grains in the pot had swelled up, Issou poured in the spare shredded chicken, stirred it with a spoon, and seasoned it with salt. Then, she lifted the lid and simmered it over low heat for a few minutes, and it was done.
"Done." Issou smelled the freshly cooked shredded chicken porridge in the pot and felt hungry. Last night, she heard from Dwight that although Hannibal's throat was injured, he was only unable to speak. It did not affect his ability to eat, as long as he did not touch any irritating food.
Therefore, after changing her clothes, Issou knocked on Hannibal's door with a thermos of shredded chicken porridge.
"Good morning, Mr. Lecter," Issou greeted Hannibal energetically, "Are you feeling better today?"
Perhaps it was because he was dressed more casually at home, but when Issou looked at Hannibal, who was in a wheelchair, he felt that he looked younger.
Because Hannibal could not speak, when he heard Issou's question, he nodded and typed out what he wanted to say on the tablet: [Not bad, thank you for your concern.]
"That's good." Issou pretended not to see the faint green circles under Hannibal's eyes and handed him the thermos. "I saw that you were awake when I got up this morning, so I made breakfast for you, uh …"
Halfway through her sentence, Issou suddenly thought of something. "Have you eaten breakfast?"
Hannibal shook his head, took the thermos from Issou, and showed her the words he typed: [Not yet, so this breakfast is very thoughtful of you. Thank you.]
"You're welcome." Seeing that Hannibal had accepted the food, Issou smiled brightly and said, "Since you haven't eaten breakfast yet, eat it while it's still hot. I have to go now. Remember to get more rest, I hope you'll recover soon."
#
After Issou left, Hannibal closed the door and went back into the house. He had just "said" that he had not eaten breakfast, but in fact, there was already a half-eaten sandwich and a cup of coffee on the table.
Hannibal put the thermos on his lap and turned his wheelchair in the direction of the kitchen. His expressionless face looked a little cold and ruthless. After the gentleness and friendliness in his charming blue eyes faded, his entire temperament became gloomy.
Now he was like a cold-blooded animal that had torn away the facade of a friendly gentleman and revealed his true, frightening face.
Hannibal stopped his wheelchair next to the trash can and reached out to unscrew the lid of the thermos, intending to pour out the shredded chicken porridge inside. However, when the lid was removed, a fragrant aroma accompanied by hot air wafted out.
Hannibal, who was about to pour the shredded chicken porridge into the trash can, "…"
Yi Su mumbled as she turned around and returned to the house. Be it her superpower to break through the Dimension Wall or her encounter with the Avengers and the others, she found it unbelievable, but it was also too exciting.
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