[Zhongyingmei] My daily life has collapsed again

Dwight Parsons, like most boys, had a special admiration for Captain America when he was a child. After he grew up and worked, his admiration for Captain America has not diminished, but there are more on his list of admiration one member——

Hannibal Lecter.

In Dwight's eyes, his boss Hannibal Lecter is a talented young and handsome gentleman. When working beside him, Dwight is often amazed by Hannibal's erudition and resourcefulness.

Dwight has only been working beside Hannibal for a few months, and he feels that he has benefited a lot. The so-called listening to what you say is better than reading ten years of books.

And what happened a few days ago made Dwight completely conquered by Hannibal's personality charm——

When he followed Hannibal on a business trip, he happened to be caught by the police chasing the prisoner. In order to rescue the kidnapped little girl, Hannibal took the risk alone, and finally succeeded in rescuing the hostage, and he was also honorably wounded.

So Dwight, who became a fanboy, recommended himself to Hannibal to be his personal assistant for a period of time when Hannibal decided to leave the hospital. After all, Hannibal's leg was injured, and he would definitely have a lot of troubles if he couldn't move. Unsurprisingly, he turned it down.

Dwight was not disappointed, nor did he give up. On the way to send Hannibal home, he secretly planned to recommend himself to his boss again, but he hadn't said a word yet, when the car turned a corner and was about to arrive at Hannibal's residence When I was there, I saw an obvious female back in front of me.

Dwight is not a frequent visitor to Hannibal's house, but he has been there once, and he remembers it clearly. From the first time he came to Hannibal's house to pick up the documents until two weeks ago, the only building in this community that was connected to Hannibal's The houses side by side with Ba's home are uninhabited.

"Doctor Lecter, has the house next door moved into new residents?" Dwight, who was driving, asked curiously, because as far as he knows, Hannibal is single now and has no relatives, so there are strange people People are with them all the way, so the biggest possibility is the new residents who moved in.

Hearing Dwight's words, Hannibal, who was sitting in the back seat, remembered that he had heard the news that the owner of the house next door wanted to rent it out, but he didn't expect the other party to find a tenant so quickly.

Thinking of this, Hannibal directly looked up, and saw the black-haired girl who happened to notice a car behind her and turned around.

On the first day she moved in, Yisu learned from the old landlord that her neighbor was on a business trip and would not be back until about a week later.

Yisu was originally wondering why Mr. Lecter, who was supposed to be back long ago, had been missing for almost two weeks. She didn't know what was going on until she saw it now.

"Hi, are you the new neighbor who just moved in?"

Seeing the standing brown-haired young man take the initiative to greet her, Yisu also nodded gracefully, "Yes, hello, my name is Yisu."

As she said that, she glanced at them, and when her eyes passed by Hannibal, she stayed on his face very carefully for a few seconds.

No way, this little brother looks good.

Hannibal's appearance is very good, although his cheeks are pale and thin, but it does not reduce his handsomeness, on the contrary, he reveals a little fragility that makes people feel soft-hearted.

And he also has a pair of very charming blue eyes, even if you don't open your mouth, you can feel his friendliness. It can be said that he has a face that makes all girls feel pleasing.

but……

After appreciating Hannibal's appearance, Yisu, whose IQ was on the line, suddenly realized that the wheelchair was Hannibal, and Dwight sent him back, so——

The brunette girl looked at Hannibal, "Are you Mr. Lecter that old Stan said?"

Hearing Yisu's words, Hannibal looked up at her, and noticed her pair of black eyes that were completely free of impurities. He smiled and nodded to her.

Wow.

Really?

Seeing this, Yisu couldn't help but glance at Hannibal again. According to Old Stan's introduction, she thought her neighbor was a mature and stable uncle, but now it seems that he should be a young and promising little brother?

Thinking of Hannibal's age—it doesn't look more than 25 years old, and thinking about his profession—psychiatrist and professor, Yisu, who is a scumbag, inexplicably wants to offer his knee.

Just as Yisu was thinking, he heard the brown-haired young man beside him speak. He said, "Hi, my name is Dwight Parsons, and I'm Dr. Lecter's assistant."

As he said that, in order to prevent Yisu from misunderstanding, he explained again, "Dr. Lecter's throat is injured, so he can't speak for the time being."

Hearing Dwight's words, Yisu nodded, but seeing Hannibal in a wheelchair, she thought he just accidentally hurt his foot, but now it seems that it is not that simple?

Thinking so in his heart, Yisu asked this question. Although before today, they were strangers who had never met, but after today, they are close neighbors.

As Hannibal's fanboy, Dwight is not stingy at all to popularize the glorious deeds of his idol with others, so Yisu just asked casually and learned the reason for Hannibal's injury from Dwight.

"Wow." After hearing Dwight's words, Yisu's eyes widened slightly, "Mr. Lecter, there are not many good-looking and kind people like you now."

If it was said that Yisu only had the admiration of a scumbag for a genius to Hannibal just now, plus a little bit of Yangou's affection for that face, then now she can't help but be in awe.

Hearing Ys's straightforward and sincere praise, not to mention the reaction of Hannibal, anyway, Dwight felt that her praise was too realistic.

That's right.

Dr. Lecter is just that good!

It's just so good-looking and kind that I don't accept rebuttals!

Because the weather is not suitable for long talks outside, and both Ys and Hannibal, who have just got off the plane, need rest most now, so after they got to know each other, they went back to their respective homes.

Yisu, who had just returned home, ran to take a comfortable hot bath without saying a word. After she came out of the bathroom, she threw herself on the bed and was paralyzed and didn't want to move.

Although her mother urged her to come to New York to open a Chinese restaurant at first, but since she has already come, Yisu didn't intend to deal with it casually, besides——

After her mother retired, she still had to provide for her for 42 years.

It is still guaranteed that it is not the kind that has been drinking northwest wind for 41 years.

So I suddenly felt that Yisu, who had a heavy shoulder, turned the pressure into motivation. Although it is not easy to open a Chinese restaurant, it is even more difficult to be both the owner and the chef, but...

Don't be shy!

Just do it!

On the day before the opening, Yi Su, who was still aggressive and energetic, was exhausted after a busy day in the Chinese restaurant. She knew that it would not be easy, but——

I never expected to be so tired QAQ

When she closed her eyes, Yisu was still thinking about recruiting the two waiters back as soon as possible, but when she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day.

Yi Su, who was full of sleep, was in high spirits. It was still early, so she didn't go directly to the Chinese restaurant, but went into the kitchen to make breakfast after brushing her teeth and washing her face.

After taking out the chicken breast, Yisu washed it, added salt, put it into the pot and started cooking, and then began to wash the rice and cook porridge. Because the neighbor Mr. Lecter was counted, when she measured the rice, she prepared two people. portion.

Yisu originally planned to make chicken porridge with scallops this morning, but considering that Hannibal's leg was injured, eating seafood would be bad for the wound, so she just made a simple and delicious chicken porridge.

After washing the japonica rice, Yisu poured in an appropriate amount of water and started to boil it over high heat. After it was boiled, he turned to low heat and started to simmer slowly. At the same time, fished out the almost cooked chicken breast Get it up, then shred it for later use.

Seeing that the rice grains in the pot swelled and blossomed, Yisu poured in the reserved shredded chicken, stirred it with a spoon, added salt to taste, then uncovered it and continued to simmer for a few minutes on low heat, and it was done.

"It's done." Yisu smelled the freshly cooked shredded chicken porridge in the pot, and felt hungry. She heard Dwight say last night that although Hannibal's throat was injured, he just couldn't speak. It doesn't affect normal eating, just don't touch irritating food.

So after Yisu changed her clothes, she knocked on the door of Hannibal's house with a thermos bucket filled with shredded chicken porridge.

"Good morning, Mr. Lecter." Yisu greeted Hannibal energetically, "Are you feeling better today?"

I don't know if it's because he dressed more casually at home, but when Yisu looked at Hannibal in the wheelchair, he felt that he looked younger.

Because Hannibal couldn't speak, he nodded when he heard Ysu's question, and typed out what he wanted to say on the tablet: [It's not bad, thank you for your concern. 】

"That's good." Yisu pretended not to see the faint blue color in Hannibal's eyes, and handed him the thermos bucket in his hand, "I saw you awake when I got up in the morning, so I also woke up when I was making breakfast." Did your share, uh..."

In the middle of talking, Yisu suddenly thought of something, "Have you had breakfast?"

Hannibal shook his head, and after taking the thermos from Yisu's hand, he showed her the typed words: [Not yet, so your breakfast is so thoughtful, thank you. 】

"You're welcome." Seeing that Hannibal had accepted it, Yisu smiled brightly, and she said, "Since you haven't had breakfast yet, eat it while it's hot, I have to go too, remember to rest more, I hope you get well soon."

After Ys left, Hannibal closed the door and went back to the room. He just "said" that he hadn't eaten breakfast, but in fact there were half-eaten sandwiches and a cup of coffee on the table.

Hannibal put the thermos bucket on his lap, turned the wheelchair and headed towards the kitchen. He looked a little cold and heartless with no expression on his face. After the gentle and friendly eyes faded from the originally charming blue eyes, the whole person's expression The temperament became gloomy.

Now he is like a cruel, cold-blooded animal tearing away the illusion of being a friendly gentleman, revealing his frightening true face.

Hannibal parked the wheelchair next to the trash can, and stretched out his hand to unscrew the lid of the thermos bucket, intending to pour out the chicken porridge inside, but when the lid was lifted, a scent of hot air rushed over his face.

Hannibal, who originally planned to dump the shredded chicken porridge into the trash can: "..."

The author has something to say:

Trash: Come on, I can't wait!Pour it in quickly!

Hannibal: ...