Food saved the world.
After the shredded chicken porridge in the thermos was in Hannibal's stomach,
He was so satisfied that even his cold blue eyes were stained with some warmth, and he no longer looked so gloomy.
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 the series of events that happened in Hannibal's house, and he 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 bit sincere.
Issou: "…"
This development is a bit familiar.
It seems that everyone who has eaten the food she cooked is like this.
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Empire State University.
"Hey,
Peter. "
A little black fatty sitting in the seat was using the table as a cover.
He was browsing the campus network with a tablet in his hand. When he saw the headlines, he said to his deskmate, "Professor Moriarty is in the limelight today,
I heard that a lot of people ran over to watch. Did you see it when you came? "
"What?" Hearing his friend's words,
Peter Parker, who didn't know anything, had a blank expression on his face.
"Ned,
What are you talking about? "
"Don't you know?" Ned Leeds, the little black fatty, heard this and turned to look at Peter. "Professor Moriarty has become a guest professor in our school this semester.
I heard that a lot of students in the mathematics department are about to explode. "
Don't get me wrong, they're not about to explode with anger, they're about to explode with excitement.
After all, there weren't many young, promising, handsome, and tasteful professors.
"Is it Professor James Moriarty, the author of 'Asteroid Dynamics'?" Peter asked.
"I remember when he was 21 years old, he also expressed a paper on the binomial theorem, right?"
"That's right,
It's him. "Ned nodded.
He said,
"I heard that our school has extended an olive branch to Professor Moriarty a long time ago, but he rejected it. Do you know why he agreed this time?"
Peter said, "Don't keep me in suspense, Ned."
"Haha." Ned smiled. His chin trembled as he said, "I don't know either, but there are many 'insiders' up there."
He emphasized the word "insider". Obviously, he felt that these people's guesses were obviously not reliable, but he still randomly picked an "insider" to talk to.
"This' insider 'said that he has an unreliable guess. Professor Moriarty agreed to be a guest professor at our school because he was amazed by the chef of the new Chinese restaurant near our school."
"You call this' not very reliable '?" After Peter heard Ned's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. "It sounds very unreliable, okay?"
"That's right." Ned nodded. "A lot of people are saying that his product placement is too stiff. It's a bad review, but …"
As he spoke, he scrolled down and saw the comments below. "Later, a lot of people changed their minds and said that what he said was very reliable."
Seeing that Peter looked at him curiously, Ned did not 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 guest professor at our school because of the food. This guess is completely correct. There's nothing wrong with it at all."
Peter: "…"
"Ugh, is it really that good?" Peter did not suspect that the owner of this Chinese restaurant hired an army of trolls because the campus network implemented real-name registration.
"Well …" Ned touched his double chin and said, "Let's try it at noon and find out."
Peter had no objections to Ned's suggestion. At noon, Peter and Ned went to "My Chinese Restaurant" according to the address on the campus network.
Since the day it opened, the business of the Chinese restaurant had been improving day by day. When Peter and the others arrived today, the Chinese restaurant was almost full.
However, it was only almost full.
Clarice saw Peter and Ned standing at the door. She quickly welcomed them in and led them to the 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, Clarice gave them a menu. "This is the menu. You can take a look at what you want to eat first. I'll come back and order for you later."
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" did not have a delivery service for the time being, so the clone technique was more practical.
Clarice thought silently in her heart. After making tea for Peter and the others, she hurried back to continue placing orders for the guests at the table just now.
Due to the lack of manpower, Issou saw that Clarice was busy and decided to serve the dishes herself. When she passed by her, she whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'll order for that table."
With that said, Issou walked toward 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. He immediately recognized her. After all, a good-looking person was not easy to forget.
However, he was the Spider-man that day. Today, he was Peter Parker, so he did not show any reaction that he had seen Issou before. The black-haired girl did not notice the difference in him.
However …
Ned asked, "Peter, which one would you like to order?"
Issou: "…???"
Peter?
Hearing Ned's words, Peter, who did not know that he had attracted Issou's attention, discussed with his friends and began to order.
If Ned's pig-like teammate, Leeds, had managed to make Peter lose 50% of his confidence by shouting his name, then Peter himself had managed to make him lose 100% of his confidence.
After all, it had only been a few days. Just like Peter still recognized Issou's face, Issou also remembered Peter's voice.
So …
He was the Spider-man!!?
Issou's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Peter. With his slightly curly hair and big brown eyes, if one did not know his other identity, he would look like a cute big boy.
Peter, who did not know that he had been completely exposed, 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.
Peter nodded and whispered, "Didn't I tell you before that I stopped a gunman from robbing a supermarket? She was at the scene. "
"Oh, oh." Ned suddenly remembered. He also lowered his voice, "How was it? She didn't recognize you, right? "
"Of course not," Peter said matter-of-factly, "My disguise is completely flawless."
Issou, who thought that Little Spider might have misunderstood the word 'flawless', "…???"
Little Spider, you're making a fool of yourself!
Back to the topic, seeing that Peter pretended not to see him, Issou also played along and pretended not to recognize him. However, the amount of food served to Peter and Ned's table completely exposed her bias.
One of the guests sitting at the table next to Peter's table happened to be Eugene Thompson, who often bullied Peter in high school and became a hardcore Spider-man fan after the Spider-man was born.
Thompson, who did not know that the Peter he used to bully was the Spider-man he now 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 was their braised prawns on the same size, but Peter's was extra large?!
With this in mind, Thompson asked. In fact, it was not only him, even Peter and Ned noticed the difference in the size 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 was not sure now, okay?
As the initiator of favoritism, Issou did not 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?"
Issou said this frankly without any ambiguity, but it was easy to tell that she really liked Peter.
Eugene, the most popular football idol, Thompson: "…???"
Who?
Who did you say?
Thompson subconsciously wondered if he had recognized the wrong person. The person sitting at the table next to him was not Peter Parker, but when he took a closer look —
The f * ck is Peter Parker!
When Hannibal picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, the soft and delicious porridge and the salty and tender shredded chicken made him forget the slight embarrassment of being slapped in the face. After swallowing the warm shredded chicken porridge down his throat, he felt his whole body warming up.
As Issou had seen, Hannibal did not rest well last night. The headache and irritation caused by insomnia made his face look particularly ugly when no one was around, but after swallowing half a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, his face looked much better, and his originally tense nerves were also relieved.
At this moment, Hannibal did not think about the reason for his insomnia, or rather, he was not in the mood to think about it. All he could think about was the moderately salty and bland shredded chicken porridge. The taste was so delicious that he could not stop eating.
When all 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, and he no longer looked so gloomy.
His gaze fell on the empty thermos, and he could not help but think of Issou, who greeted him energetically this morning, and his eyes suddenly flashed.
Of course, Issou did not 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 …
Just a little bit sincere.
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