Food saved the world.
The second dish that was served was Kung Pao Chicken — stir-fried chicken with lightly charred peanuts.
It was simply appetizing.
Kung Pao Chicken was not only a famous traditional dish in China, but also in the eyes of many foreigners.
Kung Pao Chicken was equivalent to Chinese cuisine.
Moriarty had tasted Kung Pao Chicken from many Chinese restaurants.
However, none of them were as amazing as the one in front of him.
There was sweetness in the spiciness, and spiciness in the sweetness was the specialty of Kung Pao Chicken. When Moriarty took the first bite, the juice absorbed from the tender and smooth chicken exploded in his mouth.
First, a slight numbness invaded the tip of his tongue.
Before he could react, waves of light spiciness attacked him.
It was as if there were sichuan peppers and red peppers dancing on the tip of his tongue, dancing with the addictive spicy lychee taste.
This spiciness was not stimulating, but it was enough to refresh his spirit. It was as if it had turned into a magical hand, firmly grabbing all of his attention.
However, before the lingering spiciness had the time to claim supremacy,
A surge of sweetness attacked his taste buds aggressively.
The tender and spicy taste of the diced chicken combined with the charred and crispy taste of the peanuts to create an impeccable taste on the tip of his tongue.
In fact, it was not that Moriarty had not tasted other delicious food. He had even tasted a lot of authentic Chinese cuisine.
However, 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 made Moriarty think about it.
What?
Did you ask Moriarty if he still remembered the purpose of his visit?
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What purpose was there?
He was a proper guest, and he was just here for a meal!
Just as Moriarty was looking forward to the third dish,
A claypot suddenly appeared in front of him.
He raised his head slightly.
A face so beautiful that it made people's eyes light up came into view.
Issou, who was 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 neat and tidy. She put down the tray, grabbed the earthen pot by its two handles, and placed 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 time. Just like now, he could easily play the role of a customer.
At least, when Issou looked at him, she really believed that he was just a guest who had come to eat.
"Yes." Issou smiled at the first customer who walked into their restaurant. "Sir, how was the dish?"
As she spoke, Issou reached out and lifted the lid of the pot. Moriarty, who was about to answer her, was suddenly hit in the face by an irresistible aroma.
He forgot to answer Issou's question. His eyes were filled with the snow-white fish head tofu soup in front of him.
He took a deep breath. The fresh aroma entered his nose and lingered in his brain. Every nerve seemed to have a moment of relaxation.
There was no fishy smell in the hot fish head tofu soup. 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 pot of 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 with your own hands. Otherwise, I don't know how much I would regret it."
Moriarty's 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 looked at Moriarty with a bright smile in her eyes. Her voice was like a lark singing happily. "You said it so well that I can't say anything modest against my will," she said.
There was no one who didn't want their products to be liked by others. Yi Su couldn't help but feel happy when she was praised by others so straightforwardly.
"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.
"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.
Initially, Moriarty did not intend to accept the olive branch that Empire State University threw 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, "Will I get a 20% discount in the future?"
Hearing this, Issou could not help but burst out laughing. "That depends on whether you can compliment me as well in the future."
"That's easy." Moriarty said, "Doesn't everyone automatically unlock the fancy compliments when they eat your food?"
Issou, "…"
You win!
She was going to get a 20% discount!
20% discount, "…"
What kind of grudge was this?!
Back to the topic, Issou felt that she had no reason not to like a customer like Moriarty, so when Moriarty expressed that he wanted to get 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 looked at her seemed to contain an unknown emotion, Issou felt a little strange.
However, before she could react, Moriarty suddenly approached her, 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 my rudeness," Moriarty said with a smile. "It's because I'm so happy to have met you today, Issou."
Issou, "…"
Wow.
Such a warm smile.
What else could she do?
Forgive him, of course.
"I still remember." Charles nodded at Jean. "Is there a problem? Jean, did you meet her these days? "
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the subway station where he and Issou first met. "By the way, she seems to live near your house."
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