Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 170: Food from the World of the Living

Cheng Yan looked at the porridge with regret, "Hey, she really made it herself. My hands were burned. But since you don't want to eat it, I won't force you."

Putting the porridge back into the lunch box, Cheng Yan raised his hand and rubbed Guo Beng's head.

"I'll go make you something else. Tell me what you want to eat."

Guo Beng hesitated for a moment, "All is fine, but no porridge."

"Haha, then wait for me for a while, it will be quick."

Turning around and walking out the door, Cheng Yan did not take the porridge away.

The room was very quiet. Guo Beng stood beside the bed, looking at the rustic wooden food box.

Did you make it yourself?

The cold feeling he had every time he was with her became clear in his memory, and Guo Beng turned his head away forcefully.

No matter if it’s made by hand or not, you can’t eat this kind of thing.

While Guo Beng was alone with the "unknown porridge-like substance", Cheng Yan had already gone downstairs and turned into the kitchen.

Looking at the shelves with few ingredients, Cheng Yan shook his head.

"Hey, luckily I have a cheat."

Cheng Yan stretched his wrist forward to reveal the black gilt bracelet on his hand, and searched for food in the space inside the bracelet.

As I was concentrating on searching, a figure appeared quietly at the kitchen door.

Sensing the presence of someone else, Cheng Yan immediately came back to his senses and looked over vigilantly, but was met with Escher's expressionless face.

"Eh, Mr. Escher."

Cheng Yan looked at him, then looked down at the various ingredients that appeared out of nowhere on the table, and he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

When did he appear? He wouldn't ask where these things came from, would he?

He picked up a few ingredients and moved to another place in an attempt to hide his mistake. Cheng Yan took a closer look.

Wow, dates and Jueyun peppers.

I have been in Inazuma for a long time, and these two things have almost never appeared in the food here. Now they are suddenly put out by me. How should I explain it if Escher asks?

"Are you going to cook?"

Escher has been staring at Cheng Yan's face since he appeared.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Escher, would you like to have something to eat with us?"

Cheng Yan tried hard to make his expression look natural again.

Escher stepped forward, "What are you going to do?"

Cheng Yan shook his head slightly, "I'm not sure yet, why don't you tell me a few dishes, Mr. Escher? I can try to cook them."

Escher's eyes swept over the extremely familiar ingredients on the table, and his thoughts jumped back to the experience of being fed diligently by Cheng Yan Xiaoyi in Xumi.

His expression softened, and Escher spoke, naming a few dishes.

Cheng Yan nodded at first, but the more he listened, the more something seemed to be wrong in his eyes.

"Mr. Escher also likes Xumi's dishes?"

Aren’t you from Fontainebleau?

Escher remained calm, "I stayed in Xumi for a while when I was traveling abroad. I haven't tasted these dishes for a long time. I didn't expect the ingredients here are so complete."

When it comes to ingredients, Cheng Yan immediately freezes up, coughs lightly and is about to ask the person to leave.

"Ahem, I see. Please wait a moment, Mr. Escher. The food will be ready soon."

"Can you handle this by yourself?"

The methods of making those dishes just now are not simple.

"Of course, don't underestimate me, just wait and eat."

Cheng Yan's hands were making gestures to chase people away.

Although he didn't expect this seemingly indifferent businessman to ask him so politely, Cheng Yan was not used to strangers staying in his kitchen.

The meal was ready quickly, and the aroma spread from the kitchen to the entire Ta'e knife forging workshop.

Cheng Yan divided the dish into two portions, gave one to Escher, and took the other upstairs to eat with Guo Beng.

When Cheng Yan brought food to Escher, he could always feel that he seemed to have something to say, but when Cheng Yan opened his mouth to ask, Escher just shook his head.

Feeling a little confused, Cheng Yan brought the food into Guo Beng's room.

"Bengza, I'm ready! Come and eat the most delicious thing in the world... What's wrong with you?!"

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Guo Beng lying weakly on the windowsill, his head sticking out and groaning weakly.

Cheng Yan put down the food and rushed to Guo Beng.

I saw him holding the window sill tightly with both hands, his face was pale, and there was clear liquid hanging from the corners of his mouth, as if he had just vomited.

Cheng Yan turned around and glanced at the food box containing the porridge made by Ying on the table.

"Bengzi, are you eating..."

"No..." He answered weakly and raised his hand to punch Cheng Yan.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just hungry."

He sat down at the table with trembling hands and feet. Guo Beng picked up the chopsticks and put a bite of the food made by Cheng Yan into his mouth. Only then did he feel alive again.

When I looked up, I could see Cheng Yan's face looking serious but clearly trying not to laugh.

Guo Beng became furious and picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and slammed it into Cheng Yan's bowl, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't laugh! Eat!"