Outlander's Journey

Chapter 309 Soup

Tifa looked puzzled: “Oh? Why?”

Marley just laughed. She has experienced so many and seen so many, so she can naturally see that Tifa is very [special] for Heather.

It has nothing to do with love between men and women, but Tifa seems to have touched a soft place in Heather’s heart, taking care of her like a younger sister. Obviously it’s only the first time we met, and Midgar is not no girl who is more beautiful than Tifa, but why does Tifa alone have this special treatment? Is it because he is also a disciple of Zangan? No, obviously Heather has announced that he has severed the relationship with Zangan.

The reason for Mare is also unclear, and can only be attributed to “fate”.

Mare certainly didn’t understand, because “Final Fantasy 7” was once Heather’s favorite video game, and Tifa is his favorite character in this game. Even though he has traveled through so many worlds and experienced so many things after becoming a foreigner, the memory of his time on earth is still the most precious treasure in Heather’s heart.

Although not mentioned much in the main story, it also indirectly shows how hard Tifa had been in the five years before the start of the main story. Heather simply wanted to help her.

It wasn’t that Heather had an LSP attack. Tifa is only 15 years old and is far from mature and magnificent as in the original game. His body is even different, and he can’t attract Heather.

If you really want to say a reason, it can only be explained by [feelings].

When Marley was chatting with Tifa, the door was pushed open, and Heather walked in and sniffed: “Pesto? Hey, let’s put less tomatoes, let’s put half more.”

“Why is your dog’s nose so good?”

Marley glanced at Heather in a bad mood, and then directed Tifa: “Little Tifa, cut half a tomato, chop it and put it in the soup.”

“Don’t forget to lie down a few eggs before coming out of the pot.” Heather, who walked to the cabinet and poured water on her own, reminded again.

“Tsk, there are so many things…Little Tifa, there are three eggs in the drawer on your right.”

“OK.”

Tifa knocked three eggs next to the steaming soup pot. The high temperature quickly made the eggs floating on the surface of the soup half-boiled, and the yellow-orange-orange egg yolk trembled in the tumbling soup.

A few minutes later, the steaming soup pot was brought to the table. Tifa diligently filled the three bowls with garlic soup and half-boiled eggs, put the tableware, and then shreds the bread and threw it into the soup bowl. The crunchy bread began to taste slightly soft after absorbing the soup.

“It tastes best while the surface of the bread is still crispy. Let’s eat it.”

Heather sat down at the table, unceremoniously picked up the soup ladle, scooped up half a spoon of thick soup and a small piece of bread filled with soup, blew it and sent it to his mouth.

When Tifa saw that Mare’s mother-in-law and senior brother were both enjoying the food, he picked up the soup ladle and took a spoonful of thick soup. She was afraid of being hot, and she blew and blew, feeling that it was almost time before she dared to put the spoon in her mouth.

In an instant, the slightly strong but rich soup hit Tifa’s taste buds and warmed Tifa’s stomach and heart.

She ate another piece of bread that was soaked in soup. Brother was right. Although the bread was slightly softened by soaking in soup, the surface was still crispy and fragrant. Biting in the mouth will even make a slight crisp sound, and at the same time burst out a rich soup.

Looking at the satisfied seniors and Mare’s mother-in-law, Tifa seemed to be back in his hometown of Nibelheim in a daze. Father hasn’t died in the fire, as if sitting at the dining table and complimenting his improvement in cooking.

Hometown, family, all gone.

Patter…

Tears ran down the face and dripped into the soup bowl. Don’t cry, the more Tifa thinks so, the more difficult it is to restrain his emotions.

Marley walked quietly and handed the handkerchief to Tifa, while Heather still drank the soup spoon by spoon without changing his face, as if he hadn’t noticed the situation on Tifa’s side at all.

Tifa gradually calmed down under Mare’s comfort and kept apologizing in a low voice. She felt that she had spoiled everyone’s dining interest.

When yelling, the spoon was thrown into the empty bowl, Heather wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, and said to Tifa casually:

“Come to me at 202 tomorrow morning at 6 o’clock. You are not allowed to be late. Well, you leave the washing up.”

After speaking, he pushed the door decisively and left. Soon, there was the sound of pedaling footsteps in the direction of the metal steps on the side.

Tifa lowered his hand and clenched his handkerchief: “I… Am I upsetting my senior? A good meal was messed up by me. I’m really sorry…”

“Don’t blame you, it should be said that this is his normal way of getting along with us.”

Marley patted Tifa’s back lightly:

“Paying for the kitchen with a cold face, just making his own dinner, and then carrying food upstairs without a word, and the washed tableware will appear in front of my door the next morning… …It’s like a ghost. Think in the good direction, at least he wants you to help him wash the dishes?”

Tifa wiped the corners of his eyes and wanted to stand up to wash the dishes, but Maret sat back on her shoulders.

“What’s the rush? I haven’t drank a few mouthfuls of the soup yet. You just need to make up for your injury. Pesto soup is a good thing. Come on, continue drinking.”

After drinking the soup and washing the dishes, Tifa and Mare said goodnight to each other and then stepped onto the metal ladder with their big bags. Deng Deng Deng… The sound was really loud, she subconsciously stepped lightly, fearing that she would noisy Granny Mare and brother.

When she walked to the door of her room No. 201, she took out the key Mare gave her and unscrewed the door. Before entering the door, she glanced at the door of No. 202 next to her for the last time, bowed slightly and walked into her room. .

After some arrangement, it was late at night. Tifa lay on the bed covered with new sheets, looked at the strange ceiling above his head, and curled up subconsciously to cover his injured chest.

She thought of the overwhelming fire, thought of her father who had fallen in a pool of blood, thought of the bright knife light and long silver hair…Finally, her thoughts stayed in the water tower under the night sky, and the ponytail Blonde teenager.

Tears soaked the sheets.

……………………

When Tifa woke up, she saw the unfamiliar ceiling at first glance, and after trying to remember where she was.

She hurriedly looked at the clock that the brother asked herself to buy by the head of the bed. Fortunately, it was just half past five.

When she walked to the sink, she lifted her clothes in front of the mirror, and there was a markedly different color from the left collarbone to the bottom of the right chest. It was a knife cut by Sephiroth. Not only was the wound deep and a considerable part of the breastbone was shattered, it was replaced by an artificial bone and a metal bracket. The doctor said that this metal bracket will accompany him for a lifetime if nothing happens.

It has to be said that the medical technology of Midgar Central Hospital is indeed very powerful, whether the artificial bone and metal stent reinforcement in the early stage or the skin grafting in the later stage are very successful. After all, such a serious injury cannot be healed with [Healing] Magic Stone, even if it is the power called ‘magic’.

The girl’s finger ran across a slightly different skin color. Before she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that the skin here would eventually gradually become the same color as the surrounding skin over time.

Putting down his clothes, Tifa took a wash, put on a cheap coat and short skirt, and opened the door. At 5:30 in the morning, the No. 7 magic oven above the head had not yet officially adjusted the light source, but only slightly lit up.

For the lower-level slums, even basking in the sun is a luxury. The light in the weekdays all comes from the magic oven in the corresponding fan area. This extremely huge magic oven will gradually change the light intensity over time. Almost all the light in the lower area comes from this, so it is also called 【 The sun in the slum].

Tifa stood in front of the door and moved his hands and feet a bit, then walked to the door of room 202 and settled down and knocked on the door lightly.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk.