Food saved the world.
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's words 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 after 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 gloriously injured.
So when Hannibal decided to leave the hospital, Dwight, who had turned into a fanboy,
Recommended himself to be his personal assistant for a period of time. After all, Hannibal's leg was injured, and he would definitely have a lot of trouble moving 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 an obvious woman in front of him.
Dwight was not a regular 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 now single,
And he didn't have any relatives,
So if a stranger was with them, then the biggest possibility was that it was a new resident.
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, 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, the landlord told him that her neighbor was on a business trip and would not be back until a week later.
Issou was originally very curious as to why Mr. Lecter, who should have been back a long time ago, was nowhere to be seen after almost two weeks. Now that she saw him, she finally understood what was going on.
"Hey, are you the new neighbor who just moved in?"
Seeing the brown-haired young man taking the initiative to greet her, Issou also nodded graciously. "Yes, hello, I'm Issou."
As she spoke, she glanced at them. When her gaze passed by Hannibal, it rested on his face for a few seconds.
She couldn't help it. This little brother was too good-looking.
Hannibal's appearance was very outstanding. Although his cheeks were somewhat pale and thin, it did not diminish his handsomeness. On the contrary, it revealed a bit of fragility that could make one's heart 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 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 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?
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 was not that simple.
With that in mind, Issou asked. Although they were strangers 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 had to ask a casual question before she found out 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 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 direct and sincere praise, regardless of the reaction of Hannibal, Dwight felt that her praise was too realistic.
That's right.
Dr. Lecter was just that great!
He was so good-looking and kind that he could not be refuted!
#
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. Therefore, after the two sides got to know each other, they went back to their own homes.
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 weight 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 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 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 a good night's sleep, was full of energy. Seeing that it was still early, she did not go to the Chinese restaurant directly. 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 in the pot to cook. Then, she began to wash 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 was not good for the wound, she simply made a simple and delicious shredded chicken porridge.
After washing the rice, Issou poured an appropriate amount of water and began to boil it over high heat. When it came to a boil, she turned the heat down 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.
"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 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, who was in a 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 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 it, Issou smiled brightly and said, "Since you haven't had 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 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 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 fragrant aroma accompanied by hot air wafted out.
Hannibal, who was about to pour the shredded chicken porridge into the trash can, was speechless.
In Dwight's eyes, his boss, Hannibal Lecter, was a young, promising, and handsome gentleman genius. When he worked for him, Dwight was often amazed by Hannibal's erudition and resourcefulness.
Dwight had only worked for Hannibal for a few months, but he felt that he had learned a lot. As the saying goes, listening to a wise man's words is better than reading for ten years.
And something that happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's charisma —
When he was on a business trip with Hannibal, they happened to encounter the police chasing criminals. In order to rescue the little girl who was kidnapped, Hannibal took the risk alone and finally succeeded in rescuing the hostage, but he also succeeded in being gloriously injured.
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, so it would be difficult for him to move around freely. As expected, he was rejected.
Dwight was not disappointed, nor did he give up. On the way home, 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 next to Hannibal's house was unoccupied.
"Dr. Lecter, did a new resident move into the house next to yours?" Dwight, who was driving, asked curiously. As far as he knew, Hannibal was now single and did not have any relatives, so if a stranger was traveling with them, it was most likely 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 out, but he did not expect that the other party would 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.
#
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 originally very 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 now that she saw him that she realized 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. When her gaze passed by Hannibal, it stayed on his face for a few seconds.
It couldn't be helped, this young man was very good-looking.
Hannibal's appearance was very outstanding. Although his cheeks were a little pale and thin, it did not diminish his handsomeness. Instead, 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 to the eye.
However …
After admiring Hannibal's appearance, Issou suddenly realized that the person in the wheelchair was Hannibal, and Dwight was the one who sent him back, so —
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