Food saved the world.
And something that happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's charisma — —
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 and finally succeeded in rescuing the hostage,
And he also succeeded in being gloriously injured.
So Dwight, who had turned into a fanboy, recommended himself to be Hannibal's personal assistant for a period of time when he decided to be discharged from the hospital,
After all, Hannibal's leg was injured,
There would definitely be a lot of trouble if it was inconvenient for him to move around. As expected, he was rejected.
Dwight was not disappointed,
He did not give up,
On the way to send Hannibal home, 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 an obvious female figure in front of him.
Dwight was not a frequent visitor to Hannibal's house,
But since he had been here once, he clearly remembered that from the first time he came to Hannibal's house to get the documents until two weeks ago, the only house in the neighborhood that was adjacent 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 on the same side as them,
Then the biggest possibility was the 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 it out,
But he didn't expect the other party to find a tenant so quickly.
With this thought in mind, Hannibal raised his head 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, 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?
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 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 wasn't that simple.
With that thought 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 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 only the kind of admiration a slacker would have for a genius, plus a little bit of fondness for 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, and he didn't accept any rebuttals!
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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 anymore.
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 —
After her mother retired, 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 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 didn't go directly to the 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 in the pot to cook. Then, she began to rinse the rice and make porridge. Because her neighbor, Mr. Lecter, was included, 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 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 and began to boil it on high heat. When the porridge 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 expanded and bloomed, Issou poured in the 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, 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, it was just that he couldn't speak. It wouldn't affect his normal eating, as long as he didn't 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, who was sitting in a 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 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."
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