When Issou returned home through Strange's portal, she looked at the thing in her arms and suddenly remembered something —
Wait a minute.
Did Stephen forget to tell her,
What was wrong with the antler helmet that Mr. Long Legs gave her?
Strange: "…"
He didn't forget.
He did it on purpose.
The Supreme Mage, who had deliberately changed the topic, saw that Issou had not thought about it even when she returned home.
She couldn't help but sigh.
It turned out that when Coubé was complaining about her baby daughter,
They were all sincerely ridiculing him.
For example, she could be easily distracted.
And for example, her reflexes were very long.
As it turned out, Issou was indeed very easily distracted and had a very long reflexes.
Issou did not know that her mother had betrayed her, nor did she know that Strange had used her secret to perfectly avoid answering her question.
She looked at the portal that was gradually shrinking until it completely disappeared in front of her.
The question that she suddenly thought of could only be suppressed in the bottom of her heart again.
"There shouldn't be … any problems with Strange, right?"
Issou looked down at the antler helmet in her arms. After all, if there really was a big problem (endangering her safety), Strange would definitely follow up.
When she thought about it this way,
Issou felt a lot more relieved. She glanced at the time.
Originally, under normal circumstances,
There was plenty of buffer time between when she returned home and when she went to Hannibal's house for the appointment.
But first, Meatballs and Toad intercepted her in the alley, then she went to Academy X with Strange and the others to meet Charles, and confronted Magneto face to face...
These things happened one after another,
Yi Su's originally "ample buffer time" was squeezed to the point where it was only left with a "buffer time".
"Fortunately, the Mage knows how to open the door."
Issou was once again glad about this,
Otherwise, based on the distance from the alley to Academy X,
And the distance from Academy X to her house,
If she had to solve all these problems by today,
She probably couldn't go to Hannibal's appointment tonight.
The black-haired girl hugged the antler helmet and bag in her arms and ran directly to the room on the second floor,
After putting the things away, she went into the bathroom.
At this time, it was definitely impossible to take a shower,
But she had a whole day outside,
Before going to the appointment, she had to wash her face and tidy up her appearance.
#
6 pm sharp.
Issou's house and Hannibal's house were only a few meters apart, so she only needed to leave the house a minute before the appointment.
After Issou rang the doorbell of Hannibal's house, the door was opened from the inside.
"Good evening, Mr. Lecter."
Issou greeted Hannibal with a smile. He had already taken off the suit he wore to work, and was wearing a simple white shirt with black trousers and an apron. He was originally supposed to be full of scholarly aura, but in an instant, he looked like a human being.
The black-haired girl glanced at the water droplets on his bare arms and asked, "You've already started?"
Hannibal also smiled and said good evening to Issou, then said, "I just bought the ingredients from the supermarket, so I washed them first."
Compared to Issou, who had so many things happening one after another today, Hannibal's day was more uneventful. He went to work and left work as usual.
The difference was probably because he had promised to cook a delicious meal for Issou tonight, so he did not go home or eat out as usual after work. Instead, he chose to go to the supermarket.
Previously, Hannibal told Issou that he was interested in cooking, and this was not a casual remark. In fact, this elegant gentleman also knew how to cook.
He stayed in the kitchen until Issou rang the doorbell.
"Come in, it's too cold outside."
Hannibal reached out and pulled Issou in, then asked, "When did you come back? I didn't even notice. "
Hannibal knew that Issou was going to participate in the cosplay event at Empire State University today, because the black-haired girl had already told him in advance.
"Emmm …"
Hearing Hannibal's words, Issou could not help but rub his nose, thinking that it would be strange if Hannibal noticed. After all, Strange's portal directly teleported them to her home, so it was impossible for Hannibal to notice when she came home.
But of course, he could not say that, so Issou said, "You probably didn't notice."
"That's true."
Hearing Issou's words, Hannibal did not suspect anything. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "After all, I've been in the kitchen all this time."
After hearing Hannibal's words, Issou quickly changed the topic, "What ingredients did you buy? Are you going to cook Chinese or Western food tonight? "
"I was going to cook Western food."
Hannibal led Issou into the house and said, "After all, I'm still better at Western food, but I'm waiting for you to give me some pointers today, so I bought some Chinese ingredients to cook Chinese food."
Hannibal had eaten Chinese food before, and of course, he also tried to cook Chinese food in his spare time, but in terms of familiarity and number of times he had cooked Chinese food, of course, he was more familiar with Western food.
"So all I need to do tonight is to give you some pointers?"
Issou and Hannibal had known each other for so long, but this was the first time she entered his home. She looked around curiously and was not surprised to find that the furnishings in the house matched Hannibal's temperament very well.
Then, the black-haired girl's gaze fell on the kitchen. Unlike the enclosed kitchen in her house, Hannibal's kitchen was open.
This made Hannibal's house look much more spacious than Izu's, even though the size of their houses were about the same. Due to the different kitchen layout, Hannibal's house looked much bigger than Izu's.
"Come, sit here."
Hannibal did not lead Issou to the living room. Instead, he led her straight to the kitchen. He then reached out and pressed her to sit on the high chair in front of the dining table. "You don't have to do anything tonight," he said.
The man, who engraved the word gentleman in his bones, smiled at Issou, making him look very charming. "I'll serve you."
From the first day Issou met Hannibal, she knew that he was very good-looking, especially when he was injured at the time. It made him look a little more fragile.
Although Hannibal still looked a little pale and thin, he didn't look frail at all. Instead, his lips curled into a devilish smile, giving him an inexplicable bad-guy charm that made people blush and their hearts race.
"Ahem."
Issou cleared her throat. She felt a little overwhelmed by Hannibal's sudden appearance at such a close distance. She tried to make her expression look more serious. "Don't try to seduce me with your beauty. If your cooking is not good, I'll still give you a bad review."
Hearing Issou's words, Hannibal could not help but laugh. He straightened up and put some distance between himself and the black-haired girl. "Well, you saw through my scheme."
With that, Hannibal walked around the dining table and into the kitchen. He then poured a glass of warm water for Issou. "Sorry, when I got home, I found that there was only coffee left. So, Issou, do you mind having some warm water?"
"Of course not."
Issou picked up the glass and took a sip. The warmth of the warm water flowed down her throat and into her body. She said, "But I saw that you have lemons in the fridge. I thought you would make lemonade for me?"
When Hannibal heard Issou's question, he looked at her with a smile and said, "Have some confidence in my cooking. If it weren't for the fact that I'm afraid you can't stand it, I would have poured you a glass of vinegar to whet your appetite."
Lemonade was a common drink, but it was not suitable to drink before a meal. After all, it could suppress one's desire to eat.
"Okay, I was wrong."
Issou raised her hands in surrender to Hannibal. Then, she put the glass in her hand aside and looked at the man who was busy in the kitchen. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the situation when Winter Soldiers came to her house that day.
Because her kitchen was enclosed, the kitchen and the dining room were completely separated. Otherwise, if Winter Soldiers wanted to sit at the kitchen door that day, there was no need for him to move the entire table to the kitchen door and completely block the exit.
"What are you laughing at?"
When Hannibal turned around and saw Issou smiling, he asked, "How was your day? Was the cosplay event fun? "
"Today?"
Hearing Hannibal's question, Issou's attention was immediately pulled back. Thinking of the series of events that happened today, well, mainly after the cosplay event, the black-haired girl said, "It was quite eventful."
It was not eventful. It was only a day, but Issou felt like a long time had passed. It could be said that the black-haired girl had a very fulfilling day.
"As for the cosplay event, it was quite fun. It was very lively and there were many programs."
As Issou spoke, she saw Hannibal pick up the knife and skillfully cut the vegetables. She could not help but ask, "Is there anything you can't do?"
It was said that if a man knew how to cook, it would be a plus. Issou agreed with this very much.
Because she felt that no matter how cold and hard a man was, once he put on an apron and walked into the kitchen, his body would inexplicably be stained with a bit of the smoke and fire of the human world, making him look more attractive and approachable.
"You've got me there."
Hannibal answered Issou's question while cutting the vegetables. He said, "If I say no, then I'll be a little too arrogant, but if I say yes …"
At this point, the man's hand that was cutting the vegetables paused for a moment. He turned to look at the black-haired girl with a contemplative look on his face. After a while, he said apologetically, "I haven't thought of anything that I don't know yet."
"Pfft."
Hearing Hannibal's last sentence, Issou could not help but laugh. She said, "Are you serious? That's even more arrogant than your previous answer. "
Because of Issou's words, the apologetic expression on Hannibal's face was instantly broken. Only a happy smile remained on his face.
#
Although Issou came to Hannibal's house because he said that he wanted her to teach him how to cook, throughout the entire process, the black-haired girl found that even without her guidance, Hannibal was still able to handle it with ease.
"Are you really only good at Western food?"
Issou watched as Hannibal brought the dishes to the table one by one. Every dish looked, smelled, and tasted delicious. She looked up at the man in front of her, her big black eyes full of admiration. She said, "I think you're great at cooking Chinese food, Hannibal."
Hearing how Issou addressed him, Hannibal was stunned. He looked up at the black-haired girl in front of him, and there was an indecipherable look in his ice-blue eyes. He said, "I thought you preferred to call me Mr. Lecter?"
Previously, Issou said that the name Hannibal had traumatized her, so even if the two were close, Hannibal still did not mind being her Mr. Lecter.
Over the years, Hannibal had been called Mr. Lecter by many people, and there were also people who called him Mr. Hannibal. Therefore, to him, it was not important whether others called him Hannibal or Mr. Lecter, but who called him that.
Because Issou was special, Hannibal felt that the way she called him "Mr. Lecter" was also special.
At the time, Hannibal did not know what Issou's trauma was, so he thought and did so out of consideration. Later, when he found out the reason, he felt that the black-haired girl would probably only call him Mr. Lecter for the rest of her life.
But it did not matter.
If Hannibal did not regret what he did before he told Issou, but he was still worried that it would affect his relationship with Issou after he told her, then after he told her, not only would he not regret what he did, but he would also not regret telling the black-haired girl.
Even now, Hannibal could still clearly remember when he asked Izzo if she knew he had killed someone. Her first reaction was not fear, nor was it terror. Instead, she was genuinely worried about him.
Every time he thought of this, Hannibal felt as if a bottle of honey had been knocked over in his heart. The sweetness instantly flowed through the opening of the bottle and into his heart, making him feel as if his entire heart was soaked in honey. It was sweet and fuzzy.
Hearing Hannibal's words, Issou could not help but clear her throat, especially when she met his blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through her heart. She felt even more embarrassed.
"I prefer to call you Mr. Lecter, but it doesn't mean that I can't call you Hannibal."
When the black-haired girl heard Hannibal's question, she could not help but remember what she said to prevent the grass from growing more than a meter tall on her grave next year. She said, "Because I've already distinguished the two Hannibal's."
If Hannibal did not tell her the truth, then no matter what, Issou would not be able to get along with him as usual.
Because he did not tell her the truth, and she did not know the truth, then the black-haired girl would only add all her impressions and senses of "Hannibal" to the Mr. Lecter she knew.
But when Hannibal told her the truth, Issou was able to clearly distinguish the Mr. Lecter she knew from the "Hannibal" she knew.
One was the real Mr. Neighbor who was gentle and considerate to her and always helped her, while the other was the cold villain who was made up by others.
When Issou learned that Mr. Lecter's full name was Hannibal Lecter, the black-haired girl could not help but associate the one she knew with the one she knew.
However, it turned out that they were not the same person.
So now, when facing Hannibal, the black-haired girl could taste his cooking without worry, and she could also call out his name without any psychological burden.
Hannibal.
Hannibal looked down at the black-haired girl sitting on the high chair. She seemed to be a little embarrassed, but her clear black eyes looked at him bravely and openly, as if she was saying to him —
Look.
From my eyes to my heart.
I said it.
It's what I want.
Everything was true and sincere.
Hannibal's curiosity and suspicion towards Izu naturally did not lead him to guess that she had once broken the Dimensional Wall. He had no idea where the black-haired girl had gotten the information from, or from whom, that he had once killed someone.
But he knew very well —
The moment Issou heard his name, she panicked and panicked.
So even if she did not guess it, Hannibal knew his name. To Issou, Hannibal was equivalent to a psychological trauma, but now she told him —
She could already tell that the two Hannibal Bards were different.
This meant that in her heart, the symbol represented by his name was no longer something she feared.
"Mhmm."
Hannibal wanted to say thank you, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back. He nodded at Issou. "Compared to others, Issou, you call out my name especially beautifully."
The mesmerizing smile on the man's face was paired with his deep and sexy voice. For a moment, Izu felt that her eyes and ears were pregnant.
"Come on, try my cooking."
Perhaps it was because of the way Issou addressed him, Hannibal seemed to be happier than before. He was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but probably because of his profession and his personality, he always looked mature and steady.
But at this moment, his expression was more lively than a young man's, and his blue eyes, which were always gloomy and indifferent, seemed to be glowing.
Usually, Issou was the one who influenced others, but at this moment, the black-haired girl felt as if her whole heart had been infected by Hannibal. Her heart was beating wildly, and she was inexplicably high.
Issou shifted his gaze from Hannibal to the dining table. Looking at the various dishes on it, he smiled and said, "Then I'll help myself."
With that, the black-haired girl took the lead and picked up a crystal hundred treasure bag the size of a child's fist. Then, she opened her mouth and bit into it. The cabbage skin was steamed, and it looked like it would break with a single poke.
When it entered the mouth, it didn't have a clear and refreshing texture, but the sauce absorbed by the cabbage, together with the pork and shrimp wrapped inside, was so fresh and sweet that it made one's eyes light up.
"This is delicious."
Issou hurriedly stuffed the remaining half of the crystal hundred treasure bag into her mouth. After swallowing it, she quickly gave Hannibal a thumbs up and said with a smile, "You controlled the heat perfectly."
If this crystal hundred treasure bag was overcooked or cooked for too long, the cabbage outside would turn yellow, and the pork inside would become overcooked. But now, everything was just right. When Issou took a bite, he could even taste the freshness of the shrimp.
"Ahem."
Hearing Issou's praise, Hannibal was, of course, very happy, but there was one thing he had to mention. He said, "But you controlled the heat of this dish."
Although Issou did not use his hands, he could still use his mouth. When to put the food in the pot and when to turn off the heat, Issou could control the timing very well.
When Issou heard Hannibal's words, he looked away embarrassedly. Then, he changed the direction of his praise and said, "Then this dish is well wrapped. Look, none of the crystal hundred treasure bags are open."
Seeing that Issou insisted on praising him, Hannibal accepted it and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
When Issou heard Hannibal's words, his eyes lit up, and then he began to taste the next dish — lotus pond.
Not only did the name of this dish sound very poetic and picturesque, but it was also very beautiful. The green vegetables were shredded into strips as the base, arranged in the shape of a lotus flower. White meatballs were spread on top, and each meatball was dotted with a little bit of red.
The three colors of emerald green, snow white, and bright red intertwined together, making the lotus pond look like it was full of spring.
Yi Su picked up a meatball and put it into her mouth. She took a bite and not only did she taste a mouthful of meat, but she also tasted the freshness of fish. The meatball was refreshing and delicious, and it didn't make her feel sick at all.
…
During the meal, Issou gave Hannibal a thumbs up countless times. In the end, he did not know whether to believe that her thumbs up was sincere praise for his cooking.
"Why don't you believe it?"
Issou looked at Hannibal strangely. Her expression looked a little innocent. She said, "Your cooking is really good."
"Because your cooking is better, Issou."
Hannibal looked at the black-haired girl who was lying on his sofa after eating her fill, and said with a smile, "So your praise makes me suspect that you're just doing it because of your manners and upbringing."
"No, no, no."
Issou shook her little head. She said, "Although my cooking is better than yours, it doesn't mean that I don't appreciate other people's cooking."
Thinking of this, the black-haired girl changed her words. "It's like you're very good, but you have to admit that other people are good too, right?"
Hearing Issou's words, Hannibal smiled. He could not help but reach out and pat her head. His voice was so charming that it seemed to contain a hint of affection. He said, "You're the best, Issou."
Issou: "…"
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