Food saved the world.
The spiciness was not stimulating,
But it was enough to lift one's spirit,
As if it had turned into a magical hand, firmly grabbing all of his attention,
But before the lingering spiciness could claim supremacy, a surge of sweetness aggressively attacked the taste buds.
The tender and spicy diced chicken combined with the charred and crispy peanuts created an impeccable taste on the tip of the tongue.
In fact, it was not that Moriarty had never tasted other delicacies,
He had even tasted a lot of authentic Chinese cuisine, but 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, the spicy and crispy Kung Pao chicken, or even the bowl of sweet and plump white rice, Moriarty was left with a rich aftertaste.
What?
You ask Moriarty if he still remembers the purpose of his visit?
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What purpose?
He was a serious customer,
He was just here for a meal!
Just as Moriarty was looking forward to the third dish,
A casserole suddenly appeared in front of him,
He raised his head slightly, and a face so beautiful that it could make people's eyes light up came into view.
Issou, wearing a snow-white chef's robe, had her long hair tied up,
Hidden in the chef's hat. Without any makeup, she looked neat and tidy,
She put down the tray, then grabbed the casserole by its two ears 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 moment, just like now,
He could easily play the role of a customer to the point that it was vivid and lifelike.
At least when Issou looked at him,
She really believed that he was just a customer who came to eat.
"Yes." Issou smiled at the first customer who walked into their Chinese restaurant,
"Sir,
How was the dish just now? "
As she spoke,
Issou reached out and lifted the lid of the pot. Moriarty, who was about to answer him, was suddenly hit in the face by an irresistible aroma.
He was so shocked that he forgot to answer Issou's question. All he could think of was the snow-white fish head tofu soup in front of him.
He took a deep breath. The fresh fragrance entered his nose and lingered in his brain. Every nerve seemed to have obtained a moment of relaxation.
The steaming fish head tofu soup did not smell fishy at all. Perhaps it was because the fish head was fried in oil, scallions, and ginger, but he only smelled freshness.
Perhaps it was because the soup had just been taken out of the stove, but the snow-white fish head tofu soup was still boiling hot. After Moriarty scooped up a spoonful, he only had time to blow on it a few times before shoving it into his mouth impatiently.
The tip of his tongue was unexpectedly 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 silver carp head meat, rich in colloidal protein, and the extremely tender tofu were put into his mouth, he did not need to take a bite at all. They seemed to melt on the tip of his tongue. His entire mouth was completely filled with the delicious aroma in an instant.
In this kind of winter, there was nothing more blissful than being able to drink a mouthful of hot and delicious soup indoors.
By the time Moriarty finished the fish head tofu soup, he felt like he was a big cat with a full belly.
"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 too 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."
There was no one who didn't want their products to be liked by others. Moreover, she was praised so straightforwardly that she couldn't help but feel happy.
"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 intellect and cunning as Moriarty, her magical hands made her the most special one.
"I didn't plan to teach at Empire State University, but when I took the first bite of your food, I couldn't help but change my mind." Moriarty looked at Issou. "So you don't have to be modest at all."
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