In the soft light, Jason sat on the side of a solid wood table covered with blue and white stripes, while Hannibal placed several silver plates on the table with great speed and elegance.

As the steak sizzled, a spoonful of vanilla juice was poured on top.

The roasted wings are steaming hot, and the foil is wrapped in foil at the end for better access.

Three-color square pastries, in a row of ten, are placed on the largest plate on the left.

The broccoli and radish are simply boiled and served on a plate with the sliced tomatoes and fried pork sausages.

After learning that Jason refused alcoholic beverages, Hannibal prepared fruit juice and vegetable juice.

The lemon and watermelon are juiced separately.

In the juice of celery and pumpkin, a little honey juice is added to pay attention to the taste.

Inside the four glass jugs, the four-colored drink was placed on the side of Jason.

"Sorry, I waited."

Hannibal took off his apron, sat down across from Jason, and said apologetically.

"No, it's already soon."

"Can we get started?"

Jason asked.

"Of course."

Hannibal laughed and took the lead in picking up the cutlery.

However, it was just picking up the cutlery.

He didn't have any idea about the food in front of him.

In the face of Jason's wind-like and lightning-fast way of eating, he was immersed in it again.

Is there anything more impressive about being a chef than getting a good ingredient?

Nature is to have a good diner.

Jason is certainly a good eater.

Even, it can be said to be unique.

Because, no diner will have the same stomach as Jason.

A table of enough food for the whole family to share quickly entered Jason's stomach.

At the end, Jason picked up the honey pumpkin juice and drank it down.

Call.

Putting the glass jug down, Jason let out a long sigh.

"Your cooking skills amaze me every time."

Jason looked at Hannibal and said sincerely.

"Every time you praise me, it is my motivation to move forward."

Hannibal responded.

Then, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Hannibal, do you know about 'Fishbone Street'?"

Jason asked dryly.

In the face of his peers, Jason doesn't think he needs to go around in circles.

"Yes."

"You're going to enter Fishbone Street?"

Hannibal immediately guessed Jason's thoughts.

"Hmm."

"We still lack a guarantor."

Jason nodded.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Hannibal immediately agreed.

Moreover, he had already begun to figure out in his mind how to take Jason on a tour of the entire 'Fishbone Street'.

A visit to an 'ingredient shop' is a must-see.

The 'Curiosity Shop' is also good.

'Collectibles shop'?

It's disgusting there, there's no need to go.

Some scattered stalls are also available, and you may come across something interesting.

The thought of walking between the stalls with Jason brought a smile to Hannibal's face.

It was the first time he had gone shopping with someone his equal.

He had never felt this before.

However, it has been long awaited.

"How often do you go to Fishbone Street?"

Hannibal asked.

"Midnight."

Upon receiving this answer, Hannibal immediately stood up and began to put away the dishes.

Midnight was approaching, and he had to clean up before then.

As for tomorrow?

He was taught that procrastination was never allowed.

Jason tried to help again, but was again rejected by Hannibal.

Sitting back in his seat, Jason looked at the busy Hannibal, and he couldn't help but ask, "Hannibal, how do you restrain your appetite?" ”

Reason will be eroded by hunger, and Jason has long since discovered his weakness.

But there is no way to do it.

As soon as hunger comes in, he always becomes careless.

Although there have been no major problems so far, it does not mean that there will be no problems in the future.

The thought of the whole situation getting out of control because of such a mistake made Jason felt heavy.

And as soon as his heart was heavy, Jason felt that he was hungry again.

"Hannibal, is there still the little cake from before?"

When you're in a bad mood, sugar always makes you happy.

"In the refrigerator, there are some leftovers from before, but some are not fresh......"

"It's okay."

Jason stood up as he spoke, motioning for himself to come.

Operating an oven or something, I've seen the process of a female pastry chef making pastries, and Jason still knows it.

Open the refrigerator, take out a whole plate of pastries, thaw them first, and then re-cover them with grease, and then put the pastries in the oven, adjust the heat and timing, while Hannibal washes the dishes, and pays attention to Jason's jerky but in place.

"Jason, you have a good talent for cooking."

"If you have time, you can learn some cooking skills."

Hannibal said.

"Cooking?"

Jason was stunned.

Can everything be baked?

Whatever it is, can it be stewed?

Inexplicably, he thought of his cooking summary.

"Yes."

"It may be a little difficult at first, but as soon as you find it fun, you will quickly immerse yourself in it."

"And this ......"

"That's how I restrained my appetite."

Hannibal turned his head and smiled, just as a strand of blonde hair hung down on his forehead, but it didn't look embarrassed, but made the smile more hearty.

Then, Hannibal raised his left hand, hooked the blonde hair back with his little finger, and combed it upside down, before continuing to speak.

"I'm different from Jason."

"My stomach can't handle that much 'food.'"

"But my brain tells me to be hungry."

"So, I'm going to let my brain distract me a bit."

"In the beginning, I failed a lot of times."

"But when I got the hang of it, I gradually succeeded."

After raising his hand to put the cleaned dishes into the cupboard one by one, Hannibal closed the cupboard, turned around and began to wipe the sink, saying as he wiped.

"Tricks?"

Jason's eyes lit up.

"Try to distract yourself with everything related to food."

"At first, there was a backfire – I told myself that if I persisted, I would have more food, but I didn't hold back, I ate the piece of food, and then, the frustration made me angry, and the physical discomfort made me angry and at the same time, I began to wonder if I was really a good 'eater'."

"But I persevered."

"Eventually, I became able to restrain my appetite most of the time."

"There will be one failure in about ten times."

"I think when I can do it perfectly and succeed in 10 attempts, that's when I will be truly successful and transformed."

Hannibal shares his experience.

Jason couldn't help but nodded.

He has first-hand experience.

In the face of the 'food rape' before, under normal conditions, he would set out more information, but in a hungry state, he directly felt a kind of anger at being teased by food, and he started eating without hesitation.

He used his teeth and gastric juices to tell each other what the price was.

"Do you need to fail again and again to accumulate success?"

Jason muttered to himself.

"Hmm."

"Most of the time, it's like that."

Hannibal nodded, and then, suddenly, laughed, "But Jason, you're special, you can try another way!" ”