Food saved the world.
First, a slight numbness invaded the tip of his tongue,
Before he could react,
Waves of light spiciness continued to attack, 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,
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 rushed to the taste buds.
The tender spiciness of the diced chicken combined with the charred crispness of the peanuts,
Blended into a delicacy 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 food,
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,
Or the spicy and crispy Kung Pao chicken. Even the bowl of sweet and plump white rice left Moriarty with a lingering aftertaste.
What?
Did you ask Moriarty if he still remembered why he came here?
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What was the purpose?
He was a serious customer,
He was just here to eat!
Just as Moriarty was looking forward to the third dish, a casserole 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, wearing a snow-white chef's robe, had her long hair tied up and hidden under her chef's hat,
Without any makeup, she looked clean and neat,
She put down the tray, then grabbed the casserole by its two ears and put it in front of Moriarty.
He asked, "Are you the head chef of this Chinese restaurant?"
As long as Moriarty was willing,
He could turn into a drama queen at any moment,
Just like now,
He could easily play the role of a customer to the point that it was vivid and lifelike.
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 Chinese restaurant. "Sir, how was the dish?"
As he spoke, Issou reached out and lifted 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 fragrance entered his nose and lingered in his brain. Every nerve seemed to have obtained a moment of relaxation.
The steaming fish head tofu soup did not smell fishy at all. 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 glial protein-rich silver carp head meat and the extremely tender tofu were sent into his mouth, he didn't even need to take a bite. It was as if they could melt on the tip of his tongue. His entire mouth was completely filled with a fresh and delicious taste 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 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 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. 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 took the first bite of your cooking, 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 hoped to recruit.
Moriarty did not intend to accept the olive branch that Empire State University had thrown 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. A moment later, she put on a pained expression and said, "20% off! I'll give you a 20% 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 it 20% off in the future?"
Hearing this, Issou could not help but burst out laughing. "That depends on whether you can compliment 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 definitely going to get this 20% discount!
20% discount, "…"
What kind of grudge was this?!
He was good-looking, eloquent, and knowledgeable. Izzo felt that she had no reason not to like such a guest. So when Moriarty expressed his interest in getting 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 stared at her seemed to contain an unknown emotion, Issou felt a little strange.
However, before she could react, Moriarty suddenly approached, and Issou felt a kiss on her forehead.
"Uh." Yi Su blinked her eyes. Although Moriarty's kiss was only on the edge of her chef's hat and she didn't feel like she was being taken advantage of, her reaction was still a little cute since she was caught off guard.
"Forgive me for being rude," Moriarty said with a smile, "because I'm so happy to have met you today, Issou."
Issou, "…"
Wow.
What a warm smile.
What else could she do?
Of course, she had to forgive him.
"I forgot to mention …" Issou smiled at Thompson. "I'm the boss."
Thompson, "…"
What the f * ck.
Thompson, who could not do anything about Issou, could only glare at Peter fiercely. When Peter learned that the reason why their Braised Prawns were extra large was not because Issou recognized him, but because Issou found his face particularly pleasing to the eye, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little embarrassed.
After Issou left, Peter turned his head and was about to say something to Ned when he saw that half of the Braised Prawns on the table was already in his stomach.
"Hey! Ned! "Peter glared at him." You're so unloyal. "
He reached out and put his arm around his friend's neck and whispered, "Aren't you worried that I'll be exposed?"
"You're not exposed, are you?" Ned looked at Peter and whispered, "Besides, exchanging your identity for an extra large Braised Prawns is a good deal."
Peter, "…???"
Are you serious?
Just as he was about to speak, Ned stuffed a prawn into his mouth. He took a bite subconsciously, and a fresh taste was released in his mouth with a hint of sweetness. The oily taste made Peter forget what he was about to say. His mind was filled with the fresh taste of the prawn.
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It was true that the owner of "My Chinese Restaurant" was willful, but it was also true that the food she made was very tempting. Thompson wanted to slam the table and leave, but …
The Braised Prawns on the table were like a seductress, exuding its own fragrance to seduce people. Although he did not want to admit it, Thompson felt that he was completely hooked by this seductress.
So …
What was integrity?
It did not exist!
After Peter tasted the delicious Braised Prawns, he temporarily forgot about the joy he felt because of Issou's words and Ned's lack of loyalty. There was only one thought left in his mind —
Eat, eat, eat!
Don't stop!
When the chestnut chicken was served on the table, Peter and Ned were attracted by its attractive appearance. The two of them looked at each other and then began to eat.
Peter first put a piece of chicken into his mouth. When he took a bite, his teeth were scalded by the temperature of the chicken, but he did not spit it out subconsciously. This was because after he took a bite, in addition to the scalding heat, the soup and other spices absorbed from the chicken suddenly spread in his mouth.
To Peter's surprise, he also tasted a hint of alcohol while chewing. Although he was not yet of legal age to drink, this did not mean that he had never tasted alcohol before.
After all, he knew Tony Stark.
Tony, "…???"
Therefore, Peter believed that his taste was not wrong. This trace of alcohol was not strong, but together with the chicken, it was delicious enough to intoxicate people.
There was also the fragrant and sweet chestnut. When the golden chestnut was bitten open, the juice absorbed was thick and mellow. It was simply irresistible.
…
After the meal, the delicious Chinese food made Peter extremely satisfied. He leaned back slightly and casually glanced around. He could see that all the customers in the Chinese restaurant had the same expression on their faces as he did.
They were all satisfied and happy. At this moment, it was as if everyone's troubles and worries had all left them. The whole warm room was filled with happiness.
"It's amazing." Ned also ate to his heart's content. He rubbed his round belly and said to Peter, "Boss, the chef's culinary skills are directly proportional to his looks."
Peter naturally agreed with Ned's words. He thought that Issou's culinary skills were not only proportional to his looks, but also his character and vision (ahem).
With this thought in mind, Peter could not help but look for Issou's figure. At this moment, he was not in the kitchen. Instead, he was at the cashier checking out customers. The smile on his face was so bright that it seemed to sweep away the haze in one's heart.
Peter seemed to be more popular with his elders than his peers since he was a child. After all, a shy and studious child was a good child in the eyes of adults, but in the eyes of his peers, he was a bookworm.
Most of the boys his age mocked him as the insignificant Peter, and most of the girls his age were attracted by the boys who mocked him. Therefore, over time, Peter really became the insignificant Peter in the eyes of his peers.
Under such circumstances, it was no wonder that Thompson found it hard to believe. Even Peter himself was a little surprised. But no matter what, it was a happy thing to be liked by someone, not to mention that Issou had actually shown this affection.
So when it was time to settle the bill, Peter specially thanked Issou, "Well, thank you very much for your generosity just now, boss."
Issou smiled and said, "Just call me Issou."
Hearing this, Peter said, "Okay, Issou. My name is Peter Parker. You can call me Parker."
"And me," Ned waved at Issou, "My name is Ned, Ned Leeds."
"Peter, Ned." Issou greeted them with a smile, then smiled and said, "Peter, I think you should thank me for being the boss. Secondly, you should thank me for being so likable."
As he said that, he shrugged, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to be so generous to you."
"No matter what, thank you very much." As soon as Peter finished speaking, Ned laughed and said, "Peter is right. We should really thank you, Issou. After all, this is the first time Peter has relied on his looks to make a living. It's very memorable."
"Is that so?" When Issou heard this, he saw the tips of Peter's ears turning red. He smiled and said, "Since it's so memorable, I'll give you a 30% discount."
"No, no, no..." Hearing Issou's words, Peter hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand to refuse. He said, "Ned didn't mean that. Just give me the normal price. Don't be like this."
Although Peter was not a rich second-generation heir, he knew that such an authentic and delicious Chinese meal would definitely cost more if it was eaten elsewhere. Not to mention, Issou had specially upgraded the dishes for them.
Therefore, Peter felt that they should not take advantage of Issou anymore.
"It's okay. I'm not the only one giving discounts anyway." Issou said this because firstly, he was telling the truth. Secondly, he wanted Peter and the others to not feel burdened. After all, among so many superheroes, the Spider-man, who had to sew his own uniform, was indeed … Well.
In addition, Peter had saved him before, so Issou felt that it was reasonable for him to give him a 30% discount.
As he said this, he looked up and saw that Peter and Ned still looked embarrassed. He smiled and said, "If you really feel bad, then you can come visit more often."
"No problem." Peter scratched his head. "Issou, your Chinese food is amazing. If I have time, I'll bring Mei here too."
At this point, he added, "Oh, Mei is my aunt."
"Me too." Ned quickly added, "In our Chinese restaurant, there's no chef who can cook as authentic and delicious as you, so I'll come here often too."
Ned's words were not to flatter Issou, but simply to tell the truth. After all, New York now served more American Chinese food than authentic Chinese food.
"You're welcome." After Issou gave Peter and the others their change, he smiled and said, "I'll make good food for you next time."
When Peter first saw Issou, he knew that she was very beautiful and charming when she smiled. However, when she smiled at him again, he could not help but blush. After quickly saying goodbye to Issou, he pushed Ned and left.
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After the afternoon market ended, Clarice was about to hang up the "Rest" sign when someone pushed the door open and entered.
Seeing this, Clarice quickly said, "Sorry, our afternoon market is over, we can't …"
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