Dwight Parsons, like most boys when he was a child, especially worshiped Captain America. When he grew up and started working, his admiration for Captain America did not diminish, but there was one more person on the list of people he worshiped — —
Hannibal Lecter.
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 months, but he felt that he had benefited a lot. As the saying goes, listening to a gentleman's words is better than reading for ten years.
And one thing that happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's personality charm — —
When he was on a business trip with Hannibal, he happened to run into the police hunting down criminals. In order to rescue the little girl who was being held hostage, Hannibal risked his life alone. In the end, he succeeded in rescuing the hostage, but he also succeeded in being honorably wounded.
So when Hannibal decided to leave the hospital, Dwight, who turned 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, nor did he give up. On the way home with Hannibal, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again. However, before he could say anything, when the car was about to reach 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 from the first time he came to Hannibal's house to get the documents until two weeks ago, the only house in this community side by side with Hannibal's house was unoccupied.
"Dr. Lecter, did a new resident move into the house next to yours?" Dwight asked curiously as he drove. 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.
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 out, but he didn't expect the other party to find a tenant so quickly.
With this in mind, Hannibal looked up directly and saw the black-haired girl who happened to notice the car behind her and turned around.
#
On the first day of moving in, Issou learned from the landlord that her neighbor was on a business trip and would not be back for about a week.
Izu was curious why Mr. Lecter, who should have returned a long time ago, was nowhere to be seen after almost two weeks. Now that she saw him, 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, nice to meet you, my name is Issou."
As she spoke, she glanced at them, and when her gaze passed by Hannibal, it lingered on his face for a few seconds.
She couldn't help it, this young man was very good-looking.
Hannibal was very good-looking. Although his cheeks were a little pale and thin, it didn't 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 didn't 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, the smart 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 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?
When she thought about Hannibal's age — he looked no more than twenty-five years old — and then thought about his occupation — psychiatrist and professor, as a poor student, Issou inexplicably wanted to kneel down.
While Issou was thinking, she heard the brown-haired young man next to her speak. He 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 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 nowadays."
If Izzo's previous admiration for Hannibal was that of a slacker 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 just that great!
He was so 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 opening a Chinese restaurant wasn't easy, and being the owner and head chef was even harder, 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 recruiting 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 didn't go straight to the Chinese restaurant. Instead, she washed up and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
After taking out the chicken breast, 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 wasn't good for the wound, she decided to make a simple and delicious shredded chicken porridge instead.
After rinsing the rice, Issou poured an appropriate amount of water into the pot and began to cook it on high heat. When the porridge came to a boil, she turned the heat down and began to simmer. At the same time, she scooped out the chicken breast that was almost cooked and shredded it for later use.
Seeing that the rice grains in the pot had expanded and bloomed, Issou poured in the spare shredded chicken, stirred it with a spoon, and seasoned it with salt. Then, she removed the lid and simmered it for a few more minutes before the porridge 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 couldn't speak. It didn't affect his ability to eat normally, as long as he didn't touch any irritating food.
Therefore, after Issou changed her clothes, she carried the thermos with the shredded chicken porridge and knocked on Hannibal's door.
"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 couldn't 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 under Hannibal's eyes and handed him the thermos. "I saw that you were awake when I woke up this morning, so I made your share for breakfast, 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, 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 hadn't 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. With no expression on his face, he looked 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 away the shredded chicken porridge inside. However, when the lid was removed, a delicious aroma accompanied by hot air rushed out.
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