Food saved the world.
When he followed Hannibal on a business trip,
They happened to run into the police chasing a criminal. In order to rescue the little girl who was kidnapped,
Hannibal took the risk alone,
In the end, he successfully rescued the hostage, and he also succeeded in being honorably injured.
Therefore, Dwight, who turned into a fanboy, recommended himself to be Hannibal's personal assistant for a period of time when he decided to leave the hospital.
After all, Hannibal's leg was injured,
There would definitely be a lot of trouble if he couldn't move freely. As expected, he was rejected.
Dwight wasn't disappointed,
He didn't give up. On the way home with Hannibal, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again.
However, before he could say anything, just as the car was about to turn the corner and arrive at Hannibal's residence,
He saw the back of an obvious woman in front of him.
Dwight wasn't a frequent visitor to Hannibal's house,
But he remembered very clearly that he had been here once,
From the first time he came to Hannibal's house to get the 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, who was driving, asked curiously,
Because as far as he knew, Hannibal was now single, and he didn't have any relatives,
So if a stranger was on the same side as them,
Then the most likely possibility was that it was a new resident who moved in.
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 it out,
But he didn't expect the other party to find a tenant so quickly.
With this thought 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 had been curious as to why Mr. Lecter, who should have returned a long time ago, was nowhere to be seen for almost two weeks. It was only when she saw him that she realized 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 also nodded graciously. "Yes, hello, 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 little brother was very good-looking.
Hannibal's appearance was very outstanding. Although his cheeks were a little pale and thin, it didn't reduce his handsomeness. On the contrary, it revealed a fragility that made people's hearts soften.
Moreover, he had a pair of very charming blue eyes. Even if he didn't speak, you could feel his friendliness. It could be said that he had a face that all girls would find pleasing.
But …
After admiring Hannibal's appearance, the smart Issou suddenly realized that the person in the wheelchair was Hannibal, and Dwight was the one who sent him home. So …
The black-haired girl looked at Hannibal. "Are you the Mr. Lecter that Old Stan mentioned?"
Hearing Issou's question, 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 couldn't 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 that he was a young and promising man?
Considering Hannibal's age, which was no more than twenty-five, and his occupation as a psychiatrist and professor, Issou, as a bad student, had the urge to kneel down.
While Issou was thinking, the brown-haired young man next to her said, "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 speak 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 wasn't that simple.
With that in mind, 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 people like you these days."
If Izzo's previous admiration for Hannibal was that of an underachiever towards a genius and a little bit of fondness towards that face of his, then now she couldn't help but respect him.
Hearing Issou's straightforward and sincere praise, regardless of how Hannibal would react, Dwight felt that her praise was too realistic.
That's right.
That's how great Dr. Lecter is!
He was good-looking and kind, and he didn't accept any rebuttals!
#
Because the 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 home 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 didn't 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 didn't plan 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 didn't have to starve for forty-one years.
Therefore, Issou, who suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders, turned the pressure into motivation. Although it was not easy to open a Chinese restaurant, and it was even harder to be both the owner and the head chef, but …
Don't be afraid!
She just had to do it!
Yi Su, who had been valiant and high-spirited the day before the opening of the restaurant, suddenly became listless. She knew that it definitely wasn't easy, but — —
She didn't 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 slept enough, was full of energy. Seeing that it was still early, she didn't 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, in, she prepared enough rice for two people when she measured the rice.
Issou originally 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, it was just that he could not speak. It would not affect his normal eating, as long as he did not touch any food that was too spicy.
Therefore, after Issou changed her clothes, she 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 in his 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 his 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 in her hand. "I saw that you were awake when I got up this morning, so I made breakfast for you too, uh …"
Halfway through her sentence, Issou suddenly thought of something. "Have you eaten breakfast?"
Hannibal shook his head and took the thermos from Issou's hand 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 it, Issou smiled brightly and said, "Since you haven't eaten breakfast yet, eat it while it's hot. I have to go now. Remember to get more rest. I hope you recover soon."
#
After Issou left, Hannibal closed the door and returned to his room. 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 tore apart its facade of being a kind gentleman and revealed its true colors.
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 delicious aroma wafted out along with the heat.
Hannibal, who was about to pour the shredded chicken porridge into the trash can, "…"
Although Issou had just moved to New York, she had roughly figured out the situation in the neighborhood with the help of her landlord, Stan Lee. The place she was going today was a raw materials market where she could buy authentic Chinese ingredients.
Although the raw materials market was a little far from where she lived, fortunately, there was a direct subway line, so she went straight to the subway station as soon as she left the house.
However, when she passed by her neighbor's house, Issou subconsciously looked up and saw that the neighbor's door and windows were closed. Obviously …
No one was home.
However, she was not surprised because when she signed the lease, Old Stan mentioned it to her —
Her neighbor, Mr. Lecter, was not only an excellent psychiatrist, but he also occasionally gave lectures at universities as a professor.
He happened to have a lecture this week, so if Issou wanted to visit Mr. Lecter, she would have to wait for him to come back.
With this in mind, Issou withdrew her gaze and quickened her pace toward the subway station.
#
The New York subway was one of the oldest public underground railway systems in the world, and it was also one of the most important modes of transportation in the city.
Simply put, the New York subway was not only old, but it was also crowded.
However, for Issou, who had experienced the morning rush hour of China's Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou subway, the congestion was not a problem. The problem was …
The New York subway did not have a security gate.
Issou: "…"
Did no one feel particularly insecure?!
She subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the passengers waiting for the subway like her, but she found that all the New Yorkers were very calm.
New Yorkers: "…"
Of course.
After all, they were people who experienced the war in New York.
Issou: "…???"
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