On the white oak table was a transparent glass vase. After some water was poured into it, Starbeck started to hum a tune that people were familiar with. He plucked a bunch of white flowers with golden spots from the garden outside and carefully placed them into the vase.
After being sprayed with water from a watering can, the bouquet of flowers immediately became delicate and beautiful.
Starbeck smiled as he sniffed the faint fragrance of the flowers. He then used the tablecloth to wipe away the water stains on the table and placed two big and two small gray cushions in the middle of the table.
After everything was arranged, Starbeck, who had been quietly estimating the time, walked back to the kitchen and started to plate the food on the stove.
The utensils were exquisite and different: one silver plate, two porcelain plates, and a clay pot.
The silver plate was a cold salad.
The porcelain plate was two main dishes.
The clay pot was soup.
The combination obviously didn't fit the dining rules of the upper class, lacking the necessary appetizers and desserts, it was enough to make the guests laugh their heads off.
However, in Starbeck's heart, Kieran wasn't a guest that he treated as an outsider.
Or rather …
How could a so-called guest make him cook for himself?
No guest was worthy of his cooking.
None of the guests dared to make him cook.
When the only silver plate was placed neatly in front of the only seat, Kieran's request to enter the room appeared in Starbeck's PM tab.
Perfect timing.
Perfect timing.
"Dinner is ready."
Starbeck couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile when he saw the familiar person walk into the room.
"Em.
I've been looking forward to it. "
Kieran took a whiff of the aroma and sat down on the only chair without any hesitation.
He didn't feel anything strange.
Starbeck didn't feel uncomfortable either, after Kieran sat down, he removed the covers on the utensils.
"Imperial salad."
"Thick gravy steak."
"Tomahawk grilled meat."
"Assorted vegetable porridge."
Each time Starbeck removed a cover, he would introduce a dish to Kieran. Each time he introduced a dish, Gluttony in Kieran's body would become more spirited.
Eat! Eat! Eat!
Amidst the roars that sounded like war drums, Gluttony almost appeared in the material world.
Fragrant!
It smelled so good!
Gluttony, who had no resistance against food, would be lost in the world of food. For the sake of food, he was willing to give Kieran more power.
Even if it was … submission!
What does that matter?
I, eat the fullness.
That was enough.
However, the clamoring enraged Gluttony, who wanted to immerse himself in the process. Envy, Wrath, and Greed, the three cardinal sins were either muttering to themselves, roaring, or shouting loudly.
"Why not me?"
"It should be me!"
"Mine, all mine!"
…
The voice was like a fly to Gluttony.
He gritted his teeth.
"Get lost!"
"Get out of my way!"
"I'll eat whoever dares to disturb me!"
Boom!
A different aura filled the strange and evil heart, becoming dazzling and dangerous.
He was innocent.
He was persistent.
For the sake of eating, he dared to make the whole world his enemy.
It's not about who you are.
Stop me from eating.
I will eat you.
If I can't eat you, I'll drag you down with me.
The cardinal sins went quiet.
They weren't afraid of death because most of the time, they were immortal.
However, the Death Pardon didn't apply to [Fusion Heart].
It went quiet.
Everything went quiet.
Gluttony took a deep breath. As Kieran ate, he was intoxicated by the taste.
A faint energy started to light up the runes in Kieran's body. The darkness and chaos aura started to weaken again.
However, similar to Gluttony.
Kieran didn't care about all that, he was also immersed in the taste of the food.
The seemingly refreshing vegetables and fruits in the imperial salad set off the deliciousness of the meat.
Moreover, this kind of meat was very chewy. It made the teeth feel more excited than beef, and it also felt juicy.
"It's tiger meat."
Starbeck explained.
"Tiger?
The king of beasts, so it's imperial salad? "
Kieran squinted his eyes, taking another bite before looking at the gravy steak and tomahawk grilled meat.
Delicious!
The moment he took a bite of the gravy steak, Kieran's mouth was filled with beef. Juices gushed out from the meat seams, allowing his taste buds to blossom. When the tomahawk grilled meat entered his mouth, the combination of cumin and chili was perfect.
Spicy! Hot!
Sweat flowed out uncontrollably, as if he was on the battlefield, wielding a tomahawk and hacking the enemy.
Kill? Kill? Kill?
No, no, no!
It's eat!
Eat! Eat!
Eat! Kieran gave up the thought of asking, instead, he brandished his knife and fork, chopsticks flashing in the air, his spoon moving like lightning.
In the end, Kieran picked up the earthenware pot and finished the last mouthful of porridge, burping in satisfaction.
It was then that Kieran realized the darkness and chaos in his mind had faded a little. Although it was still a drop in the ocean compared to what he had left, he wouldn't mind repeating the process a few more times. Therefore, Kieran's gaze at Starbeck became a little more passionate.
Starbeck sensed the eagerness in her eyes.
So, Starbeck smiled even more happily.
He wasn't afraid at all.
No chef didn't like a customer like Kieran, Starbeck was no exception.
"Is it good?"
Starbeck asked.
"Mm, it's great."
Kieran nodded, he wanted to praise Starbeck but he couldn't find the right words. In the end, all he left was the simplest compliment.
After the compliment, Kieran felt a sense of loss in his heart.
He tasted the deliciousness just now again.
What if he couldn't taste it anymore in the future?
The thought popped up in Kieran's mind.
Starbeck seemed to sense Kieran's thoughts.
"If you don't mind, you can come more often, I'll try my best to cook every week — I don't have the chance to transcend the mortal realm in other skills, but I'm confident in cooking."
Starbeck raised his fist in front of his face, clenching it tight.
Looking at Starbeck's expression, Kieran placed his hand on his head.
"Go for it!"
He said softly.
"Mm."
Starbeck nodded.
After that, Kieran, the freeloader, took the initiative to clean up Starbeck's plate. Starbeck then took the vase and walked out the door.
When he picked the flowers, he was very careful to keep the roots.
In simple words, the flowers wouldn't die, all he had to do was plant it back in the soil and take care of it for a few days, it would grow back into an independent plant.
The loose soil was dug up from the pot and the flowers were planted inside. Starbeck smoothed the soil with his fingers.
There was no need for compaction, it would only make it harder for the roots to grow.
After everything was done, Starbeck dusted his hands and stood up.
Then, he suddenly saw a figure outside.
It was a stranger.
No, he met him once.
Outside Harvest Inn.
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