Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.14 - Mr. Chu's dark cuisine

After being formally adopted by President Duan, Chu Jingran was 'forced' to live in President Duan's mansion like a 'little cabbage' without human rights.

Name: I like to eat the food you cook.

No. 520: You say this as if you have eaten it before.

No. 520, who originally thought that his unscrupulous host would open a kitchen plug-in in the system store and use the idea of ​​"conquering a man first, conquer his stomach", felt that he was really too naive.

Silently watching his host cook for the first time, the black charcoal-like object that was called Braised Pork in his previous life was taken out of the pot, and then he looked at the table in the living room that was indifferent (expectation). As a certain CEO was serving dinner, No. 520 twitched the non-existent corners of his mouth.

Should it call 120 emergency number in advance to avoid being poisoned if the rescue is not timely?

At the dining table, Duan Yaosi, who was full of expectations, looked at the (burnt) (black) toned dishes on the dining table and fell silent.

He really shouldn't use the excuse that he likes to eat the other person's cooking, right?

The thoughts in his mind only lasted for a few seconds, and Duan Yaosi immediately planned to roll up his sleeves and go cook himself.

Although he can only make sandwiches so far, Duan Yaosi can guarantee that the food is really edible.

Duan Yaosi raised his eyes and was about to speak, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the undetectable look of expectation hidden deep in the eyes of Chu Jingran across from him.

Probably startled by the man's sudden raising of his eyes, the expectation in Chu Jingran's eyes was immediately replaced by shock, and he looked away in a panic.

The sudden embarrassment made the already quiet restaurant even more silent, and neither of the two people sitting across from each other spoke.

Chu Jingran, who originally planned to just keep being an ostrich, was caught by the deep gaze that fell on him from the opposite side, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Finally, two minutes passed, and Chu Jingran, who couldn't bear it first, spoke.

"I...I...this is my...first time...cooking." His voice was as thin as a mosquito's, mixed with a hint of shyness and caution.

In Duan Yaosi's sight, the fingertips of the young man opposite him were placed on the dining table and turned a degree white because they were unconsciously pinched due to uneasiness. This clearly showed the uneasiness in the heart of the person opposite him at this moment.

While replaying that sentence in his mind, the man noticed the three most critical words in that sentence - first time.

Perhaps he was delighted by the three words with some special meaning, so he met Duan Yaosi who was about to refuse this dark dish. With slight ripples in his eyes, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks placed beside the bowl. .

[Wucao, I can eat this. The taste is... so strange! ! ! ! 】

Chu Jingran's fist on his knee clenched a degree, and his eyes narrowed, revealing complex and unknown colors.

Is it strange? Maybe...it really is.

...

'...Sir, you probably ate some irritating food by mistake. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it a few times on time and you'll be fine. '

'Hmm...' paused, 'for one month. '

'A month? The doctor was startled at first, and then immediately replied: "It doesn't take that long. Pay attention to your diet. Your stomach will be healed in two days at most." '