Heath has never been so mentally complicated, he cooked the fat intestines in a complicated way, cooked the noodles in a complicated way, and finally served the pork intestine noodles to Mr. Lordan with a complicated expression, this bowl of noodles was made by Heath according to the recipe that Mr. Lordan had in his mind for food, except that the fat intestines were boiled by Heath, and the other methods were exactly the same as what Mr. Lordan wanted to eat.

And Mr. Lordan's expression when he looked at Hiss was also very strange, which made Hiss uncomfortable.

"This noodle..."Mr. Lordan looked down at the noodles in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his heart, and then he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, and then with the speed of wanting to reach out directly to scoop up the noodles and eat them, he shyly stuffed the chopsticks into his mouth, and chewed them heavily.

Mr. Lordan calmed down instantly, Heath had returned to the dining car, but he looked at Mr. Lordan with a frown, he had just vaguely seen Mr. Lordan look down, as if something crystal liquid was dripping from the corner of his eyes, Heath thought to himself, he felt that Mr. Lordan might not be what Heath thought, a.

After all, if Mr. Lordan is really a, then why don't you cry, but continue to look at Heath with that weird look, right? Thinking about it now, Heath felt that there seemed to be more nostalgia and longing in Mr. Lordan's eyes.

Thinking of the memories that Mr. Lorden had given him, and the near-complete recipe in his heart when he was cooking, coupled with this tear, Heath felt as if he knew something, if nothing else, Mr. Lordan must have missed the man who made these dishes, right?

If that person was still alive, Mr. Lorden wouldn't have cried, but that person would definitely be gone, and his thoughts would not be expressed, so he would cry bitterly after eating the familiar taste, right?

Hiss sighed, even in the world of Pokémon, it is impossible for people to completely get rid of life and death, and there are nine times out of ten that life is unsatisfactory in the world, but what is there like this trace of sorrow between life and death?

[You entertained Luo Dan, and you obtained the Dream Order]

Heath was stunned for a moment, good fellow, is it okay to dream like a dream? What is this thing?

But in the next second, Hiss took out this dream order from his trouser bag, this is a token, the word dream is written on it, or traditional characters, the key is that the calligraphy written is very high, Hiss is not a person who can understand calligraphy very well, but he can still tell that the person who writes the dream word is a master of the eight classics.

Why do you want to be serious? That's naturally because among the current masters, there are a lot of so-called masters, who use various sensational ways to express themselves as a master, but there are fewer and fewer people who can calm down and write calligraphy seriously.

There is no shortage of people on the Internet who write books with their hair, or write books with their bodies, anyway, there are all kinds of strange ways, but you must know that the calligraphy of the Eight Classics of Huaxia Zheng'er is written with a brush and written with hair? No one else has tried it, and I don't know where these guys got the guts.

However, the person who wrote this dream character is indeed a master, and his calligraphy attainments must be very high, but Hiss didn't think of why Goldfinger would give him this thing?

[Dream Order: After use, you can let the target fall into a dream-like illusion, see the scene you want to see the most, and you can use it once every fifteen days (note: occasionally it may bring some strange things)]

Hiss was stunned for a moment, good guy, this thing is quite special, but looking at Mr. Lordan who was quietly eating noodles, Hiss seemed to know where this thing was going to be used, once every fifteen days, which was not bad, Hiss would have thought that Goldfinger would give him a soul bell, or did Goldfinger also think that it was better to separate the world of the living from the world of the dead.

But what's this weird thing?

...

Luo Dan rubbed his red eyes, and couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly, people of such a big age, all have wives and children, how can they still cry, but eating the basically identical pig intestine noodles in his mouth, Mr. Luo Dan's heart still couldn't help but have a sour feeling in his heart.

"Such a big person, still crying like this, tears falling, are you planning to let the noodles I made be diluted by your tears!" An angry voice, Mr. Lordan's pupils shrank, and the next second he immediately raised his head, and then he saw that in the kitchen of the dining car, an old woman with gray hair and reading glasses was looking at him angrily with her waist crossed.

"Mom? I... I don't—" Mr. Lordan was stunned.

"Hmph, stinky boy, you're stuttering again? Didn't you just ask Aunt Joylin to treat you in the first place? The old woman stepped out of the dining cart with an apron around her waist with many patches on it, and a red sunflower.

"I'll just tell you, don't know excitement all day long, stutter when you're excited..."Looking at the familiar old woman in front of him, listening to the nagging that he felt irritable and unbearable on weekdays, Mr. Lordan's eyes were full of tears, and he looked at the old woman in front of him blankly, still the mother in his memory, the mother who died of illness a year ago.

When his mother had just passed away, Mr. Rodan was very sad, but after a few months, this sad feeling seemed to calm down a lot, which made Rodan wonder if he actually had no heart to be so indifferent.

However, after accidentally eating a dish launched by a foreign food truck owner, there were some familiar flavors that made Luo Dan instantly think of his mother, and at that time, Luo Dan realized that he was not completely indifferent, but the grief was too great, and his heart was dead, and the strong sadness made Luo Dan unable to vent it, until he ate these familiar tastes, which made Luo Dan completely collapse.

“... Stinky boy... You have to take good care of yourself, you little bastard used to be a student, and when you used to sleep, you liked to kick the quilt when you went to bed at night, and you always had a cold, this habit is not good..."The old woman looked at Luo Dan, who was crying and collapsed, sighed, and then gently stretched out her hand and wiped the tears from her son's face.

Feeling the old and trembling hands, Mr. Lordan completely collapsed, he wailed, fell to his knees, threw himself into his mother's arms, wailed, and all the past came to his heart again, and Lordan realized that the daily life he hated and was angry about, those complaints and nagging, were so precious.