Food saved 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 is 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,
They happened to run into the police chasing criminals. 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 gloriously injured.
So when Hannibal decided to leave the hospital, Dwight, who was transformed into a fanboy, recommended himself to be his personal assistant for a period of time. After all, Hannibal's leg was injured, and it would be difficult for him to move around. As expected, he was rejected.
Dwight was not disappointed,
He did not give up. On the way home with Hannibal, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again,
But 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 a woman in front of him.
Dwight was not 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 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 currently single and did not have any 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 out, 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.
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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 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 now that she knew what was going on.
"Hey, 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, hello, my name is Issou."
As she spoke, she glanced at them, and when her gaze passed by Hannibal, it paused 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. In fact, there was a hint of vulnerability that could soften 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 face, 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?
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, 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 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.
With that thought 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, so 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 nowadays."
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.
Dr. Lecter was that great!
He was so good-looking and kind that he could not be refuted!
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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 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 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!
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 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 slept enough, 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, in, 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 eating 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 for a few more 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 in the 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 woke up this morning, so I made breakfast for you too, uh …"
Halfway through her sentence, Issou suddenly thought of something. "Have you had 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 the food, Issou smiled brightly and said, "Since you haven't had breakfast yet, eat it while it's still hot. I have to go now. Remember to get more rest. I hope you recover soon."
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After Issou left, Hannibal closed the door and went back into the house. He had just "said" that he had not had 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 face was expressionless, and he looked cold and ruthless. The gentleness and friendliness in his charming blue eyes had faded away, and his temperament had become 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 parked his wheelchair next to the trash can and reached out to unscrew the lid of the thermos, intending to pour away the shredded chicken porridge inside. However, when the lid was removed, a fragrant aroma accompanied by hot air rushed out.
Hannibal, who was about to pour the porridge into the trash can, was speechless.
"I'm fine, it's just that …" After knowing the purpose of Lorna's visit, Issou could not help but show a surprised expression on her face. However, to be able to feel such concern in a foreign country warmed her heart. "I didn't expect you to come all the way here for this reason."
Hearing this, Lorna shrugged, "Just take it as a gift for the sake of the last time you gave me?"
In fact, Lorna and Issou were not close, but at least they knew each other. Besides, she happened to be here, so when she heard the news, she decided to come over.
"That's a thank you gift, not a gift." Issou smiled and corrected Lorna's statement, then said, "But no matter what the reason is, I'm very grateful that you came all the way here."
"You're welcome." Lorna obviously did not take it to heart. "Since you're fine, I'll take my leave first."
"Wait, you're leaving just like that?" Seeing Lorna look over, Issou made an inviting gesture. "I think if you're not in a hurry, you can come in and have a seat?"
She was not in a hurry, and there was no need for her to go in and have a seat.
Lorna thought so, and then … well, she sat on the sofa in Issou's living room.
Lorna was speechless.
She would never admit that she could not resist Issou's smile.
Seeing Issou's unguarded expression, Lorna said, "You brought someone in so casually, aren't you afraid that something will happen?"
"I thought we were friends?"
Hearing Issou's matter-of-fact question, Lorna was speechless.
"Friends that you've met twice?"
"Friends are the key."
Issou poured Lorna a glass of water, put it in front of her, and winked at her, "As for how many times we've met, there's no need to fuss over such a small matter."
Hearing this, Lorna was amused by her words. She picked up the glass and took a sip of water, then made a helpless expression at her, "Okay, you have the final say."
When Lorna was not smiling, she looked cool, and there was a sense of arrogance and rebelliousness in her eyes. But when she smiled, it was as if she had put away all the thorns on her body, revealing only the beauty of a rose.
And from the fact that she specially made a trip here after finding out that something had happened, it was obvious that Lorna had a kind and exceptionally soft heart, contrary to her appearance.
"Lorna, you haven't had lunch yet, right?" Issou glanced at the time. "Why don't we eat here?"
Lorna looked at Issou, who smiled at her and said, "Friends."
Okay.
Lorna admitted that she could not resist Issou's smile. She swallowed her words and said, "Sorry to trouble you, just make something simple."
"Is chicken noodle soup okay?"
"No problem."
Hearing this, Issou got up. Lorna did not stay in the living room, but followed him to the kitchen.
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