I open a restaurant in Pokémon world

Chapter 324

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. Luodan with a complicated expression. This bowl of noodles was made according to Mr. Luodan's brain It is prepared according to the requirements of the gourmet food. Except that the fat sausage is marinated by Heath, the other methods are exactly the same as what Mr. Lordan wants to eat.

And Mr. Lordan looked at Heath with a very strange expression, which made Heath uncomfortable.

"This noodle..." Mr. Luo Dan looked down at the noodle in front of him, with a hint of surprise in his heart, then he picked up the chopsticks impatiently, and at the speed that he could not wait to reach out to pick up the noodles and eat, shyly picked up the chopsticks Stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with big mouthfuls.

Mr. Lordan calmed down instantly. Heath had already returned to the dining car, but he frowned and looked at Mr. Lordan. Like dripping, Heath was thoughtful. He felt that Mr. Lordan might not be a gay guy as Heath thought.

After all, if Mr. Lordan is really a gay guy, then he shouldn't cry, but should 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 things in memory given by Mr. Lordan, and the nearly complete recipes that Mr. Lordan asked for food in his heart when he was cooking, plus this tear, Heath felt that he seemed to know something, If nothing unexpected, Mr. Luodan should miss the person who made these dishes, right?
If that person was still alive, Mr. Luo Dan would not have cried, but that person must be gone, and his longing cannot be expressed, so why would he cry bitterly after eating the familiar taste?

Heath sighed, even in the world of Pokémon, it is impossible for people to completely get rid of life and death. There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, but what can compare to the sorrow of the separation between life and death?

【You entertained Lordan, you got the Dreamlike Token】

Heath froze for a moment, good guy, is Rumeng Ling okay?What is this thing?
But in the next second, Heath took out the Rumeng Token from his trousers bag. This is a token with the word "Dream" written on it, in traditional Chinese characters. The key is that the writing skills are very high. Heath is not a person who understands calligraphy very well, but he can still tell that the person who wrote the dream characters is a serious master.

Why do you want to talk about the Eight Classics?That's naturally because among the current masters, there are so many so-called masters who use various sensational methods to show that they are masters. On the contrary, there are fewer and fewer people who can calm down and write calligraphy seriously.

There are many people on the Internet who write books with their hair, or with their bodies. Anyway, there are all kinds of strange ways, but you must know that the calligraphy of the Eight Classics of China is all written with a brush, or with hair?Other book sages have never tried it, and they don't know where these old guys have the courage.

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

[Dreamlike Token: After using it, it can make the target fall into a dreamlike illusion, and see the scene you want to see the most. It can be used once every fifteen days (Note: Occasionally it may bring some strange things)]

Heath was stunned for a moment, good guy, this thing is quite special, but looking at Mr. Lordan who is quietly eating noodles, Heath seems to know where this thing is going to be used, once every fifteen days, but Not bad, Heath originally thought that Goldfinger would give him something like a soul-emancipation bell, or Goldfinger also thought that it would be better to separate the world of the living from the world of the dead.

But what is this strange thing?
Luo Dan rubbed his red eyes, and couldn't help laughing at himself secretly, he is so old, has wives and children, why is he still crying, but eating this basically identical pig in his mouth For the large intestine noodles, Mr. Luo Dan still couldn't help feeling a burst of soreness in his heart.

"You are such a big man, and you still cry like this. Are you planning to make the noodles I made by my mother be washed down by your tears when the tears fall?" With an angry voice, Mr. Luo Dan's pupils shrank, and the next second he Immediately raised his head, and then saw in the kitchen of the dining car, an old woman with gray hair and reading glasses was looking at him angrily with her hips akimbo.

"Mom? Me, I don't..." Mr. Luo Dan was stunned for a moment.

"Hmph, brat, are you stuttering again? Didn't you just ask Aunt Joylin to see you?" The old woman stepped out of the dining car. She had an apron around her waist with a patch on it. Many, and a red sunflower.

"I'll tell you, don't get excited all day long, and stutter when you get excited." Looking at the familiar old woman in front of him, listening to the irritated nagging in his eyes, Mr. Luodan's eyes fluttered With tears streaming down his face, he stared blankly at the old woman in front of him, who was still the mother in his memory, the mother who died of illness a year ago.

When his mother just passed away, Mr. Luodan was very sad, but after a few months, this sad feeling seemed to have calmed down a lot, making Luodan wonder whether he was actually so indifferent because of his lack of heart.

However, after accidentally eating a dish offered by a foreign restaurant owner, it had some familiar flavors, which reminded Luo Dan of his mother instantly. At that time, Luo Dan realized that he was not completely indifferent, but rather It was because of too much grief, his heart was dead, and the intense sadness made Luo Dan unable to vent, until eating these familiar tastes, Luo Dan completely collapsed.

"You brat, take good care of yourself. When you were studying, you little bastard used to like to kick the quilt at night. You always catch a cold. This habit is not good." The old woman sighed as she looked at Luo Dan, who was crying and collapsing. He took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand gently, wiping the tears from his son's face.

Feeling the old and trembling hands, Mr. Luo Dan completely collapsed. He wailed, fell to his knees on the ground, and threw himself into his mother's arms, crying loudly. It was only then that Luodan realized that the daily routines, complaints and nagging that he disliked and was angry with at the beginning were so precious.

(End of this chapter)