Chapter 92 There Is Always a Way, and There Is More than One

Under the soft lighting, Jason sat on the side of the long solid wood table covered with blue and white stripes, while Hannibal was extremely fast, but gracefully placed several silver plates on the table. .

As the steak sizzled, a spoonful of herb juice poured over it.

The grilled wings exuded steaming heat, and sheets of tin foil were wrapped at the end for better access.

Three-colored square pastries are placed in a row of ten in the largest plate on the left.

Broccoli and radish are simply boiled, then served with sliced ​​tomatoes and fried pork sausages.

After learning that Jason refuses alcoholic beverages, Hannibal prepares fruit and vegetable juices.

Juice the lemon and watermelon separately.

In the juice of celery and pumpkin, in order to pay attention to the taste, a little honey juice is added.

In the four glass jugs, the four-color drinks were placed on the side near Jason.

"Sorry for the wait."

Hannibal took off his apron, sat opposite Jason, and said apologetically.

"No, it's too soon."

"Can we get started?"

Jason asked.

"certainly."

Hannibal smiled and took the utensils first.

However, that is to pick up the cutlery.

He didn't have any thoughts about the food in front of him.

Facing Jason's way of eating as fast as lightning, he was once again immersed in it.

As a chef, is there anything more touching than getting a good meal?

Naturally, having a good eater.

Jason is certainly a good eater.

Even, it can be said to be unique.

Because no diners have the same stomach as Jason.

A table of food enough for the whole family to share quickly entered Jason's stomach.

At the end, Jason took the honey pumpkin juice and gulped it down.

call.

Putting the glass pot down, Jason let out a long breath.

"Your cooking skills amaze me every time."

Jason looked at Hannibal and said sincerely.

"Every time you praise me, it is the driving force for me to move forward."

Hannibal responded.

Then, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Hannibal, do you know 'Fishbone Street'?"

Jason asked bluntly.

In the face of his peers, Jason doesn't think he needs to go around in circles.

"Know."

"You want to enter 'Fishbone Street'?"

Hannibal immediately guessed what Jason was thinking.

"Um."

"We're still missing a surety."

Jason nodded.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Hannibal agreed immediately.

Moreover, he has already started to plan in his mind how to take Jason to tour the entire 'Fishbone Street'.

The 'food store' is a must visit.

The 'Wonder Shop' is also good.

'Collectibles store'?

It's so disgusting, don't go there.

Some scattered stalls are also ok, maybe you will come across something interesting.

Thinking of walking between booths with Jason, Hannibal couldn't help but smile.

It was the first time he was shopping with his peers.

He had never felt this way before.

However, it has been long awaited.

"How often do you go to 'Fishbone Street'?"

Hannibal asked.

"midnight."

After getting this answer, Hannibal stood up immediately and started to clear the dishes.

It was almost midnight, and he had to clean up before then.

As for tomorrow?

In his education, procrastination was never allowed.

Jason wanted to help again, but Hannibal refused again.

Sitting back in his seat, Jason looked at the busy Hannibal, and he couldn't help asking, "Hannibal, how did you restrain your appetite?"

Sanity will be eroded by hunger, and Jason has already discovered his weakness.

But unfortunately there is no way.

When hunger strikes, he will always be indifferent.

Although there have been no major problems so far, it does not mean that there will be no problems in the future.

The thought of the whole situation getting out of control because of such a mistake made Jason feel heavy.

And as soon as his heart became heavy, Jason felt that he was hungry again.

"Hannibal, do you still have the little cake from before?"

When you're in a bad mood, sugar always makes you happy.

"In the refrigerator, there are some leftovers from before, but they are not fresh..."

"it does not matter."

Jason stood up and motioned for himself.

Jason can still know how to operate the oven, etc., after seeing the process of the female pastry chef making pastries.

Open the refrigerator and take out a whole plate of pastries. After defrosting first, Jason re-covered the grease, and then put the pastries into the oven, adjusting the firepower and timing, while Hannibal was washing the utensils, and Notice Jason's jerky but spot-on movements.

"Jason, you have a good culinary talent."

"If you have time, you can learn some cooking skills."

Hannibal said.

"Cooking?"

Jason was stunned.

Can everything be baked?

Can everything be stewed?

Inexplicably, he thought of his own cooking summary.

"Yes."

"It may be difficult at first, but as long as you find the fun in it, you will soon be immersed in it."

"and this……"

"It's my way of restraining my appetite."

Hannibal turned his head and said with a smile, just a strand of blond hair hanging down on his forehead, but he didn't look embarrassed, but made the smile more hearty.

Then, Hannibal raised his left hand, used his little finger to tick back the blond hair, and combed it backwards before continuing to speak.

"I'm different from you, Jason."

"My stomach can't handle that much 'food'."

"But my brain is telling me I'm hungry."

"So, I'm going to give my brain a little distraction."

"In the beginning, I failed many times."

"But when I got the hang of it, I gradually became successful."

After raising his hand and putting the cleaned dishes into the cabinet one by one, Hannibal closed the cabinet, turned around and started wiping the sink, saying while wiping.

"The trick?"

Jason's eyes lit up.

"Try to distract yourself with everything related to food."

"It would have backfired at first. I told myself that as long as I persisted, there would be more food, but I couldn't hold back, I ate that piece of food, and then the frustration made me angry, physically The unpleasantness made me angry and at the same time began to doubt whether I was really a qualified 'dinner'."

"But I persevered."

"Eventually, I became able to control my appetite most of the time."

"About one in ten failures."

"I think when I can do it perfectly ten times and succeed ten times, it's the day when I will truly succeed and complete my transformation."

Hannibal shares his own experience.

Jason couldn't help but nodded.

He has personal experience.

In the face of the word "food rape" before, under normal conditions, he would give out more information, but when he was hungry, he had the anger of being played with food, and he started eating without hesitation.

He used his teeth and gastric juices to tell each other what the price was.

"Do you need to fail again and again to accumulate success?"

Jason muttered to himself.

"Um."

"Most of the time, it's like that."

Hannibal nodded, and then suddenly smiled: "But Jason, you are special, you can try another way!"