Dimensional Medicine King

Putting the hot rice balls on the plate, and at the same time serving a bowl of hot miso soup, Lan Si also walked towards the restaurant with the plate.

On the other side, 'Iori' breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously after Lan Si walked into the kitchen.

After all, no matter how polite Lan Si was, the shock he gave her was too deep before, and all this seemed to be imprinted in her mind.

In her opinion, if the other party has an oriental face, but there is a special temperament of a Westerner on his body, she even doubts whether the other party is a local extreme, but the difference is not big now, it is nothing more than thinking that the other party is Yakuza turned into suspecting that the opponent is a mafia.

So when Lan Si left, she felt from the bottom of her heart that the stone that was pressing on her heart had been removed.

Then she also began to observe this small shop. After all, she was nervous at this time and had no other way to distract herself except through this kind of behavior. Then she also noticed that there were many strange things about this shop, but It is also these strange places that make this small shop with no one more human atmosphere.

But whenever she saw the weapons hanging on the wall, she would still shiver subconsciously.

Time passed slowly in this extremely subtle atmosphere. When the kitchen door was pushed open again, she even forgot how long it had been. It was only when she glanced at her watch that she realized that only ten minutes had passed.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Accompanied by Lan Si's deep voice, a steaming rice ball and a bowl of miso soup were also placed in front of her.

Looking at Lan Si who was standing aside with a slight bow, and then glanced at the food in front of her, she suddenly felt a little ridiculous. After all, Lan Si's attitude was too strange, but after taking a deep breath, she also picked up the food in front of her. rice balls.

The crystal white rice even slightly reflects light under the light, and at the same time, you can still feel the heat through the seaweed. There is no doubt that this is not the rice ball she is familiar with. After all, she has no time or energy to make it by herself in order to work for a living The most common food is the half-price bento from the convenience store or the food given to her by the store manager. The most common food is rice balls.

The rice balls in the safe were still extremely hard even after being heated, but the rice balls in her hands were extremely soft after being put into her mouth, and what surprised her even more was the 'strange' taste in the rice balls.

It wasn't until this time that she noticed that there was something between the rice.

The white crab meat, shrimp meat, and fish meat are still white even after being heated. If she hadn't deliberately looked for them after eating them, she might not have found them at all.

The sweetness of the rice constantly chewing in the mouth is mixed with the sweetness of the fish, shrimp and crab, and finally served with fresh and salty seaweed. The two tastes of saltiness and sweetness have reached a strange balance in the mouth. .

Just when she thought this was all the rice ball in her hand——

"Bah~"

The strange touch in her mouth caused her to lower her head unconsciously, and then she saw the last ingredient hidden in the original rice ball——fish roe.

Because the fish roe provided by a certain 'stupid father' is undoubtedly high-end, at least Iori has never eaten it.

For her, the onigiri in her hand is very unfamiliar, whether it is the method of making it or the ingredients added to it.

But for some reason, feeling the temperature of the rice ball at her fingertips, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

A rice ball has been wiped out, and after taking a slow sip of the miso soup, the heart that was originally impetuous due to fear gradually calmed down.

Looking at the mist slowly rising from the bowl in her hand, her vision also seemed to become blurred.

Even her memory started to appear in the haze in front of her unconsciously.

Why do you want to come here?

Since the other party no longer pursued it, why did I come here?

Is it because of the words left by the other party?

Is what I'm after a dream, or something simpler—wealth?

Now she doesn't know anymore, but feeling the fragrance between her lips and teeth and the temperature of her fingertips, she also began to recall, recalling when was the last time she ate a hot rice ball?

It was probably the vacation when I was in college, right?That was the summer before my debut, in my hometown...

Chapter 19 Glittering Tarot Cards

There is no doubt that for almost everyone, entering university is almost the dividing line in life, and there is even a special term of "university debut".

Almost all schools were very strict in high school, but the reins that were originally around the necks of all students were suddenly released after college. Some people were able to keep their hearts, but there were also many people who seemed to have changed in an instant. This is the so-called 'university debut'.

However, Iori's words are at a delicate balance point. She was almost a nerd when she was in school, with rustic double ponytails, a taciturn character, and a small group of girls who rarely participated in the small group of girls, but silently looked through the class by herself. Strange mystery novels, no one will bother her after college, and she can also do things she is interested in, such as trying to write a book by herself besides working part-time.

During the holidays, she chose to go back to her hometown, because she had everything in her hometown, so she simply chose to travel light. Apart from her belongings, she only brought a novel she had just bought.

'Meien Rintaro', a very well-known traditional author in China, is best at Shijianhao novels and catch-and-seek mystery novels, and because of this, he has become a novelist of the era known as a 'modern writer'.

Seeing the other party's new works makes her blood boil, whether it's the clanging of swords or swords, or the rigorous reasoning, or the game with the enemy in a specific era...

The excitement in her heart made her excited in the car. When she got home, her family couldn't help complaining when they saw her excitedly holding the book, "If you like it so much, why don't you write it yourself?" '

Yes, if you like it, why don't you write it?

Bought a special manuscript paper for writing novels, she couldn't help but let her hands control the nib of the pen to fly on the paper. In just over half a month, she completed a short story and chose to post it, but the last The ending was not as perfect as imagined, and there is no doubt that her short story was not qualified to be published in the magazine at all.

Although the reply praised her enthusiasm, she also euphemistically expressed the hope that she would polish herself more.

She was going back to school by car the next day, but in this very familiar small room, she kept silently looking at the reply letter in her hand.

The previous enthusiasm was extinguished in the face of failure, and she finally realized one thing, that is, she has no talent.

Looking at the unused manuscript paper in front of her, she unconsciously crumpled the top few sheets with force, but at this moment, the sudden sound of footsteps behind her made her let go of her hands suddenly.

"Iori, it's time to eat."

Her mother's call behind her was as usual, but at this time she didn't know why it felt a little harsh.

"Sorry, I don't have much appetite today, so I won't have dinner..."

She knew that her voice must be very strange at this time, but she still said this sentence.

The strange atmosphere in the room continued to spread, but just when she was about to lose her temper... or to blame the other party, the sound of footsteps behind her came again, but this time it gradually became lighter, and soon Then disappear completely.