Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Past, a Coming

"Wow, wow, wow, wow......"

In the back kitchen, the clear sound of knives clattering against cutting boards echoes rhythmically in the restaurant.

"Hoo ......"

After cutting a whole bamboo basket of shredded carrots, and exhaling a breath of heat, Yan Feng still put down the kitchen knife in his hand and took a break.

I looked at the quartz clock in the restaurant.

It's 11 o'clock in the morning, and it's been two hours since I started preparing the ingredients at 9 o'clock, and I haven't stopped working on my hands.

My right hand was also a little sore...... It should still be okay to take a short break for a while.

Thinking so, he stretched his waist and walked out of the back kitchen, intending to see how the work he had just arranged for Shimafeng was done.

"Wow-"

Island Feng, who was squatting by the gate, gently pinched the small skirt of the lower body so as not to drag the long skirt to the floor, and reached into the small red plastic bucket with the rag with both arms, and twisted the water-stained rag a few times with great difficulty before standing up and running to the left side of the gate, and began to wipe the glass again.

The entire glass wall to the right and side of the gate was clean, as the island wind had swept through.

However, Yan Feng didn't know where Daofeng started construction...... And if you look out from the inside of the restaurant, there is basically no difference between the glass that has been blown dry and the glass that has not been wiped yet, so Yan Feng, who doesn't know the progress of the work, can only ask Daofeng verbally.

"Island Wind...... How is the wiping, there will be more than half an hour before the customer comes. ”

Yan Feng, who yawned, rubbed his eyes......

Yesterday, because I was not used to not working at night, I had some insomnia, so I slept late, but this morning I still got up at the same time, and naturally I have been working for so long, and I am still a little sleepy.

I didn't care too much about the details of the island wind, just leaned sideways to the island wind, leaned on the dining table, and asked lazily.

"Hoo ......"

But after a few seconds, there was no sound to answer him...... Only the cold wind outside swished out.

“……?”

Strangely, Yan Feng lowered his hands that were stuck in his waist again, and turned sideways to look at the island wind.

Shimakaze turned his back to himself...... It's still the same as before, rubbing the glass wall on the left side of the door inside the restaurant.

"Island Wind?"

Standing up straight from the dining table he was leaning on, Yan Feng tilted his head and raised his voice slightly.

But Shima Feng is still busy with the work at hand.

"Tsk......"

Yan Feng, who smacked his lips, changed his name again.

"Qiyue!?"

This time the voice seemed to be too loud, and the silver-haired girl not far from Yan Feng trembled with shock.

"Ah......? Yes, what's the matter? ”

Only then did she turn her head and look at Yan Feng a little blankly.

"Alas...... How's the work going? ”

Touching his forehead, Yan Feng sighed, and repeated it again patiently.

"Oh...... Hurry, hurry, maybe 10 minutes......"

The look on which Daofeng looked at him was still the same as when he was in the hospital bed yesterday, he didn't have any look, and he didn't seem to have a soul, and if his eyes were locked in a certain place, he would no longer move.

Wrapping his arms, Yan Feng tilted his head sideways to look at the island wind, and said in a slightly lighter tone:

"Island Wind, is your body really okay?"

His eyes locked on the girl in front of him, who didn't seem to have any vitality, and asked her very seriously.

"I asked you yesterday, and you said it was okay, I just thought you should be fine with a night's rest...... But today, it still doesn't seem to have changed? ”

It's not just about his restaurant business, it's more about Shimafeng's body and condition.

Yan Feng always felt that no matter what, when he looked at the island wind now, he felt completely different from before.

The previous island wind was a girl who was not very cheerful and would not take the initiative to talk to people, but she also had full of vitality and smart vision.

And now the island wind, his eyes are hollow, and his limbs are moving slowly as if he is weak...... No matter where she looks, she looks like a death row prisoner who has no desires, just asking for a day, even if she is going to die one day, she will not resist in the slightest.

Although she is still able to communicate with people normally and work normally.

But somewhere, it makes people feel uncomfortable...... For some reason, the girl who was originally a cardamom girl only had a heavy breath and no previous vitality.

So Yan Feng couldn't help but feel a little worried when he looked at such an island wind, but all he could think of was the strange illness of the island wind......

Because since Daofeng fell yesterday, her performance has only begun to change, so Yan Feng thinks that that is the cause of the illness.

"Ah...... I'm sorry, but I'm well aware of my body, so ...... It's okay...... I'm sorry for the inconvenience. ”

Daofeng's voice was very weak, but he still denied Yan Feng's opinion.

“……”

Naturally, Yan Feng, who didn't talk anymore, turned around lightly and walked to the back kitchen again.

The restaurant was quiet, Yan Feng's steps were also very brisk, there was no sound of footsteps and the footsteps on the floor, only the island wind that was still standing and looking at Yan Feng, and Yan Feng who was getting farther and farther away from her.

"The ......"

Yan Feng, who was walking halfway, heard another voice behind him.

The figure in the white chef's suit stopped, but didn't turn around, waiting for the voice behind him.

"I ...... I don't think I'm going to leave here...... So, please don't call me that again......"

The sound was still so faint, but in a quiet restaurant, it was so clear.

"Hmm."

A very crisp voice, coming from a deep voice, responds to the island wind.

Then, Yan Feng walked into the back kitchen, and he could no longer see the island wind at the gate.

But Island Wind was still whispering in his mouth.

"So...... Over here...... It's a new beginning......"