On the white oak table, inside the transparent glass vase, after being filled with a little water, the mimosa began to hum a familiar song, plucked a bouquet of white flowers with golden spots from the garden outside, and carefully inserted it into the vase.

After spraying it with a watering can, the bouquet immediately became delicate.

Mimosa sniffed the faint scent of flowers with a smile, and began to wipe off the water stains on the table with a tablecloth, and placed two large, two small and four gray cushions neatly in the middle of the table.

Once everything was laid out, Mimosa, who had been silently estimating the time, walked back to the kitchen and began to plate the food on the stove.

The cutlery is delicate and different, one silver, two porcelain plates, and one is a casserole.

The silver is a cold salad.

The porcelain plate is a two-course main meal.

Inside the casserole is soup.

This kind of combination obviously does not conform to the dining rules of most upper class society, and the lack of necessary appetizers and desserts is enough to make guests laugh.

But in Mimosa's heart, Qin Ran was not a guest outside.

Or rather......

The so-called guest, how could he let him cook himself.

There is not a single guest who is worth it.

None of the guests dared to let him do that.

When the only set of silver cutlery was neatly placed in front of the only seat, Qin Ran's application to enter the room appeared in the mimosa's private message column.

Just right.

Every second counts.

"It's time to eat."

Mimosa watched the familiar person walk into the room, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl.

"Hmm."

"It's been a long time coming."

Qin Ran smelled the fragrance, and sat down in the only chair without seeing anything.

He didn't feel anything strange.

Just like mimosa, there was no discomfort, and after Qin Ran sat down, he lifted the lid on the tableware.

"Imperial salad."

"Juggy steak."

"Tomahawk roast."

"Assorted vegetable porridge."

Every time the lid was lifted, a mimosa was introduced, and with each introduction, the 'gluttony' in Qin Ran's body was raised a little high.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

With the roar of war drums, 'gluttony' almost manifests the material world.

Fragrant!

It's so fragrant!

In the face of food, the 'gluttony' without any resistance is completely lost in the world of food, and for the sake of food, he is willing to give Qin Ran more strength.

Even if it's ...... Submit to!

So what does it matter?

I, I ate to perfection.

That's enough.

But the clamor made the 'gluttony' who wanted to immerse himself wholeheartedly feel angry, and the three original sins of 'jealousy', 'anger' and 'greed' were either muttering to themselves, or roaring, or shouting loudly.

"Why not me?"

"It's supposed to be me!"

"Mine, it's all mine!"

……

Such a sound is like a fly to 'gluttony'.

He bared his teeth hard.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

"Whoever is influencing me to eat, I will eat it!"

Rumble!

A different aura filled the strange and evil heart, becoming dazzling and dangerous.

He was simple.

He's persistent.

In order to eat, he dared to be the enemy of the world.

It's about who you are.

Stop me from eating.

I'll eat you.

If I can't eat you, I'll pull you to the end.

The original sins were silent.

They are not afraid of death because, most of the time, they are immortal.

However, such a death pardon is definitely not included in the Fusion Heart.

It was quiet.

Everything was quiet.

'Gluttony' took a deep breath, and as Qin Ran ate, he indulged in it.

The faint power began to light up the runes in Qin Ran's body, and the dark and chaotic aura began to weaken again.

However, it's the same as 'gluttony'.

Qin Ran didn't pay too much attention to these, he was also immersed in the deliciousness of the food.

The vegetables and fruits in the imperial salad seem to be refreshing, but the meat is delicious.

Moreover, this meat is very chewy, more exciting than beef, and juicy.

"Yes, Tiger Meat."

Mimosa explained.

"Tiger?"

"The King of Beasts, so, the Imperial Salad?"

Qin Ran squinted, and after taking another bite, his eyes looked at the 'Thick Sauce Steak' and the 'Tomahawk Roast'.

Plump!

The moment he ate the 'thick sauce steak', Qin Ran's mouth was completely filled with beef, and streams of soup flew out from the gaps in the meat, making his taste buds completely bloom, and when the 'Tomahawk Barbecue' poured into it, the perfect combination of cumin and chili.

Hot! Hot!

Sweat spilled out involuntarily, as if you were on the battlefield, wielding a tomahawk and slashing at the enemy.

Kill? Kill? Kill?

No, no, no!

Yes, eat!

Eat, eat, eat!

Qin Ran completely gave up his intention to ask, the knives and forks danced together, the chopsticks were heavy, and the soup spoon was like electricity.

At the end, when Qin Ran held the casserole and drank the last bite of vegetable porridge, the whole person burped with satisfaction.

And at this time, Qin Ran found that the darkness and chaos entrenched in his mind had faded a little, although it was still a drop in the bucket compared to what remained, but he would definitely not mind such a thing a few more times, so Qin Ran's gaze at the mimosa became a little more eager.

Mimosa sensed the eagerness.

So, Mimosa smiled more and more happily.

At this time, he was not timid.

There is no chef who doesn't like diners like Qin Ran, and mimosas are no exception.

"Is it delicious?"

Mimosa asked.

"Well, that's great."

Qin Ran nodded, wanting to say a few words of praise, but he couldn't find any appropriate words at all, and in the end, he could only leave the simplest words of praise.

And after the praise, Qin Ran felt a little more stunned in his heart.

He tasted the delicious taste just now.

What if you can't taste it later?

Such a thought appeared directly in Qin Ran's mind.

Mimosa seems to sense such thoughts.

"If you don't mind, you can come often, I try to cook as much as I can every week - other skills, I don't have a chance to be extraordinary, but cooking, I have confidence."

Mimosa raised her fist in front of her and clenched it tightly.

Looking at the mimosa's appearance, Qin Ran raised his hand and put it on the other party's head.

"Come on!"

He whispered.

"Hmm."

Mimosa nodded.

After that, Qin Ran, who was a 'white eater', took the initiative to help Mimosa clean up the plate, while Mimosa picked up the vase and walked towards the door.

He carefully kept the rhizomes of the flowers he picked.

To put it simply, these flowers do not die, as long as they are replanted in the soil and carefully cared for for a few days, they will be a separate plant again.

The soft soil is dug up in the pot, the flowers are inserted into it, and the mimosa smooths the soil with her fingers.

There is no need for compaction, which will only make it difficult for the rhizome to grow.

When she was done with all this, Mimosa clapped her hands and stood up.

Then, suddenly, he saw a figure outside.

A very strange person.

No, I've met once.

Outside the Harvest Tavern.

At that time, the other party hummed an inexplicable tone.