The oily pale yellow pasta, wrapped in a bright red fresh tomato sauce and with the rising heat, is impeccable in appearance.

On another white porcelain plate, there is a freshly baked tiramisu. The square shape is cut open, and the sides are overlapped with black and white. The fine texture of the dense finger biscuit can only be made by grinding it is as fine as marble. Accompanied by the alluring appearance, there is an aroma of cocoa, which is simply an irresistible temptation for Illya, who has been hungry for a long time......

Illya couldn't help but lick her slightly dry lips, she picked up the fork and rolled a little pasta, but her mouth still said, "For the sake of your hard work for so long, I will reluctantly take a bite." Then again, if it doesn't taste good, I can't spare you!"

"Okay, okay, let's eat it while it's hot, it's not good when it's cold. ”

Li Er had long been accustomed to her involuntary mouth, and he didn't care about her slightly poisonous tongue. Illya flattened her mouth, put the rolled pasta to her lips and blew softly, then put it into the diamond-shaped lip flap.

The slightly sour fresh tomato sauce and the seasoned fresh pasta combine to create an unbeatable flavor.

For a moment, Illya felt as if she had been stripped naked, bathed in the deliciousness of fresh ingredients, why...... Why does a small amount of pasta with few ingredients have such a great taste, and what if I can't eat it in the future?!

In the remarks on the contracting page, although Bilibili said that the actual effect of the abilities obtained after contracting is not as exaggerated as in the animation, it is not necessarily for a certain group of people with particularly high sensibility.

Just like people with a particularly sensitive sense of taste and people with a relatively ordinary sense of taste in reality, people with particularly high sensitivity are also more likely to be affected by the special abilities brought by "The Spirit of the Halberd".

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, as an artist, Illya's sensibility is several times greater than that of an adult. Li Er tried the same dish himself, but he just thought it was "delicious". But in Illya's feelings, it was completely different......

In Li's eyes, Illya's whole body shook after taking the first bite, and then she grabbed the fabric on her chest as if she was holding back something, and then trembled violently.

"Is it hot?" Li Er hurriedly took a cup and poured cold water into it.

Illya shook her head with difficulty, but took the cup and took a sip of water. Then, with Li'er's jaw-dropping speed, she wiped out a plate of pasta.

This is followed by dessert, tiramisu.

The flavor of the tiramisu is no less than that of the pasta, the bitter cocoa, and the delicate texture of the finger biscuits, which are like a serenade duet on the tip of the tongue. With such a delicate dessert, it was hard for her to believe that it was actually from Li Er, a rough man she couldn't look down on. Because such a delicacy is simply a work of art......

Illya glanced at Li Er with a flushed face, she had never thought that she could eat such a special feeling. She didn't think about the medicine in the dish, but wondered if something was wrong with her.

"Full?"

Illya nodded shyly.

Li Er put the plate away. Except for some grease stains on the bottom of the plate, there was no food left at all, and it was all swept away by the hungry Illya.

"The ......," said Illya, in a faint mosquito voice, "...... It's delicious. ”

"Huh, what did you just say?" Li Er looked back in surprise, thinking that he must have misheard.

"Don't want me to say it a second time, you big idiot!"

………………

Lear was washing dishes in the kitchen when the sound of fireworks began to sound outside the window.

Boom – crackle. Life, which blooms only once in the night, illuminates Lear's cheeks with the light that burns itself.

"It's already a new year...... "Li Er looked out the window, and one by one the ceremonial flowers were burning in the night sky. Isn't the mother in the distance looking at the same night sky......?

After graduating and falling out with his family, Li Er never called home. At first, it was because it was not mixed well, embarrassed, and then because it was embarrassing because I didn't know what to say.

His family is a family of traditional intellectuals, his father was born in a family, and he was admitted to Beijing University when he was very young. At that time, college students were all expensive, let alone going to Beijing University. The mother is the right lady to find the right family, but there is still the residual poison of feudal thinking in the family. She wasn't allowed to eat, let alone anything else.

His father was also very strict with him, and let him memorize the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. If he can't carry it, he beats, and often his hands are swollen like steamed buns, and his mother hugs him and sheds tears.

He was very tiger when he was a child, he couldn't cry when he was beaten, and his mother panicked when she cried, and wiped her tears for her. After that, I grew up a little bit, and I learned a lesson, and I was beaten less.

Such a father naturally will not support him to read comics. He and his friends set up a secret base and hid all the comic books he bought with the money he had saved. Usually he lied that he had joined the literary club, and he didn't go home until seven or eight o'clock in the secret base.

The mother is careful, and may have discovered the clue a long time ago. However, instead of suing her father, she secretly took the private money and put it in Li Er's hand, asking him to invite his friends to eat popsicles.

But this beauty didn't last long, and then their secret base was occupied by the homeless, and the books were also sold by the homeless to collect rags, and their group of friends were sad for a while, and finally found someone to beat the homeless, and most of the money was returned, but the secret base was not done again.

When he decided to become a comic editor, his father told him not to come back. Li Er knew that he was serious, and in the eyes of their generation, comics were villain books, harmful things. People who work in this kind of industry are not good people, and comic editors are not editors.

No matter how well he mixes in Shangjing and makes more money, it is estimated that he will not be able to convince his father, who is more stubborn than a stone. So Li Er has been hesitant to go home during the Spring Festival, and if he goes back, he can only face an expressionless face like a dead corpse, so it is better not to go back.

While he was thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly......

He took his wet hand out of the slot, rubbed it on the rag, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Zhang Huaishan, what's the matter with me? ”

"Quick, look at the scarf!

"What's crazy?" Lear was a little puzzled.

"You plagiarized "Shangjing Ghoul" !!!"

PS: Thank you Hongye Xiaobo for your tip, touch your head