Chapter Seventy-Eight: Dishes
Darien consciously sat down next to his sister Sally, and the bastard said with a grin, "I'm sorry to disturb your date." β
Unas wanted to pick up the cake on the table and paste it on his gloating face, this kid must be hiding somewhere to eavesdrop, and rushed out to be a peacemaker when he saw that the situation was wrong.
Neither of them took care of Darian, and the blonde boy rubbed his hands awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
At this time, the boss finally served the main dish, and Darian took the opportunity to talk to the boss: "It's so fragrant, boss, what kind of dishes are these, why have you never seen them." β
"To be honest, I don't know, it's the adults who made it himself," the chubby boss motioned to Unas, "I've never seen this kind of dish in all my years." β
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, diced kung pao chicken, shredded cabbage, braised potatoes, corn and fish soup, four dishes and one soup, are all Chinese food, of course they have never seen it.
Unas had an idea to set the table in the afternoon, and cobbled together a few Chinese dishes based on the ingredients available in the tavern kitchen, and he pointed out and asked the owner to try to make a few.
There are only a few basic ingredients such as oil and salt, Unas doesn't know how to cook, and the boss is also trying a new method for the first time, of course, it is not as delicious as the original, but Unas is very satisfied, and he has eaten and vomited salted fish and bread since he came to Azeroth.
These four dishes and one soup are the simplest home-cooked dishes and the most authentic in taste, so Unas decided to go on a date.
Originally, I planned to please the silver-haired prosecutor with a novel delicacy, but now I am not in the mood for that, so I might as well have a good time.
"It turns out that Unas you can also cook, what a man of many talents." Darien meant it as a compliment, but it sounded like a mockery.
This kid feels uncomfortable with what Unas is doing now, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to him, munching on the braised potatoes, and only exclaiming "delicious and delicious" in his mouth.
Seeing his appearance, Darien also tried to taste a few bites, and immediately couldn't stop forking, he picked up a piece of braised pork and said to the hesitant Whitemayne: "Sister Sally, the taste is really good, and it is not worse than the chef at home before." β
Whitemane tried to taste it a few times, and his anger disappeared a lot: "It's a novelty, it's really good." β
The three of them buried their heads in the food and didn't speak, but the atmosphere had actually eased down, at least not as-for-tat as before, and the food really improved people's moods.
They kept quiet, but the customers around them were clamoring, everyone was asking for a new dish, and the boss was busy flying, judging by this situation, these new home-cooked dishes are likely to become popular.
The time for the meal flew by, the four dishes and one soup were almost swept away, Unas leaned back in his chair, touched his belly contentedly, the dating plan was completely disrupted, how to end this farce calmly now?
Neither did Darien go, nor did he stay, stuck in his seat and writhing.
Whitemane looked like he didn't care about himself, and he was at ease.
It doesn't seem to be good to end directly, what can three people do, Unas racked his brains and only thought of one attention - fighting the landlord.
Borrowing a deck of poker from the boss, Unas said shamelessly: "I have invented a new way to play poker, how about we play?" β
"What's new? Let's hear it. "After eating new dishes and playing new poker, Darien is very interested, and I don't know if it's pretended.
"I'm not interested, I have something to do in the evening." Whitemane had a cold expression, the complete opposite of her brother.
Unas felt a kick in his calf under the table, knowing that the silver-haired priestess had done it, reminding him that he had resurrection lessons to be taught at night.
"Then let's play later," he said, putting away the poker, "I'm a little sleepy too." β
Originally, it was planned to send the silver-haired prosecutor home after the meal, so that they could talk about their hearts and minds along the way, but now that Darien is a light bulb, there is no need to waste any more time.
The Mograini family lived in the church district, and Unas was in the military district, and the three went their separate ways at the intersection and went back to their respective homes.
Late at night, he had to get up to go to the cemetery, and as soon as Unas returned to the hut, he fell into bed, reflected on what he had done today, and thought about it, and did not feel that he had done anything wrong.
Calm down and think about it, Whitemayne's mind is easy to understand, after all, this is a coerced date, although the priestess has to force her to fulfill her promise, but she can also deal with it negatively.
Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, the time has reached the middle of the night, and it is about to be time to leave, Unas began to meditate, and the circular holy energy condensed at the center of the eyebrows flowed throughout the body, this move can greatly relieve fatigue.
Controlling the golden light flow in his body and carefully avoiding the heart, he didn't want to alarm the demon here, the Dreadful Demon King had been silent for too long, like it didn't exist at all, but he was there, and the invisible terror was the most terrifying.
"Tuk tuk" A few quick and light knocks suddenly sounded, this is not any kind of knock that Unas knows, Gordon will not knock on the door, Erigor's knock can almost make the whole room vibrate, Darien is the most polite, but tonight his image of a good student has been shattered in Unas's heart.
"Who?" Unas walked over to the door and asked softly.
"Shar." A low, hoarse voice.
Whitemane?!
Unas's heart was pounding, and he came back to him so late, did he come to make amends? The virginity of labor and management is coming to an end today?
He was excited and enthusiastic, and hurriedly opened the wooden door, the familiar fragrant breeze swept by, and a woman in a black robe flashed in, and Whitemayne resumed her original voice and said in a low and fast voice: "Close the door quickly, don't light the lamp." β
Listening to her tone, it didn't look like she was here to flirt, Unas felt a slight chill in his heart and asked, "What's wrong?" β
"She's gone."
"She" can only refer to the death row inmate, Unas heard this, the thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" β
"I'm afraid of an accident, I went to the tomb to check on her situation in advance just now, but I didn't expect her to disappear!" For the first time, the silver-haired priestess appeared panicked in front of Unas.
"How did she disappear when she disappeared, did she break free from the rope and escape, or did someone rescue her? She can't just disappear into this world with a bang. β
"ThisβI ......," Whitemayne slurred, speechless.
Unas poured her a glass of water in the dark, and said comfortingly: "Calm down, she will definitely leave traces, let's just go and arrest her." β
"Then let's hurry up," Whitemane drank the water in a sip and finally calmed down a little, "I didn't check it carefully just now, I was too flustered, it was really useless." β
Unas quickly put on his black robes, and under the cover of night, the two hurried out next to each other and hurried out to the Oblivion Corridor.