Chapter 553: Lanqi Is Fine as Long as He Doesn't Get Sick

You wouldn’t notice it on the street——

Lying on the table like this and looking out the window, I felt that the falling snowflakes were very beautiful.

This is a rare moment of daylight at noon, and these cotton-like snowflakes may soon turn the town white.

"It's safe here. You don't need to worry about me. You can take a rest. Boss Cat will prepare lunch and I'll wake you up."

Lan Qi put down the book in his hand and said to Sigre.

His voice sounded like he didn't want to wake up the half-awake Sigre, but also seemed to have a hint of instruction.

Perhaps only with the requirements of work instructions can she sleep peacefully.

"Um."

Sigre soon seemed to be ignited and felt sleepy, lying on the table and humming softly.

The man's already gentle voice was more like a lullaby at this time.

For some reason, she seemed to have had a dream just now. It was a long winter that seemed to be coming forever. In her hazy memory, she was also trekking on the vast snowfield with the person next to her.

But in the dream, they were clearly on the run, but she didn't feel panic at all.

It was indeed a dream, a rare dream. Even though reality seemed so safe, she had never felt at ease.

It wouldn't be surprising if one day she was caught up and killed by a vampire.

Sigre closed her eyes and fell into sleep again.

even so.

She also hopes to be able to stay in Wenrou Township for another half minute, just a moment.

…

Tens of minutes later, Xiaoye City was swaying with wind and snow.

In this warm living room, the decoration is a bit primitive but full of charm. Lan Qi and Sigre are sitting at a wooden table.

There were several half-empty dinner plates on the table.

The main dish chosen by Boss Cat today is low-temperature cooked beef ribs with black truffle and mushroom sauce. It is highly praised in Boss Cat Restaurant for its tender meat and rich umami flavor. The beef ribs are slow-cooked to perfection and sprinkled on the surface. Precious black truffle fragments, served with sauce, every bite is a feast for the taste buds.

The staple dish of lemon-flavored salt-baked lobster noodles took the longest time. It combines fresh lobster meat with delicate handmade pasta, and is paired with lemon juice and spices to bring a spicy yet refreshing flavor experience.

There is also the caramelized roast duck with roasted pears and black pepper honey sauce that children love. It uses soft duck meat and roasts the skin until it has a caramel color. It is paired with the sweetness of roasted pears and the slight spiciness of black pepper honey sauce.

"belch."

Sigre leaned back in her chair and finished her lunch much faster than Lanqi as always.

She always looks like a wild child hungry for food, without any table manners.

Of course, it may also be because of Lan Qi's connivance.

Among the precautions given by the secretary before departure, she was actually prohibited from dining with Lan Qi like this.

Until Lan Qi personally confirmed it and asked her to do whatever she wanted, she didn't care at all.

Lan Qi was still eating slowly.

Seeing this, Sigre took out a piece of letter paper and pen from her luggage.

If you follow him into the demon world, you will not be able to find a postman to send letters to the Polante Empire for a long time. Xiaoye City is the last city-state that can send letters.

Sigre buried her head in her pen, a look of distress gradually appeared on her face, her strokes seemed clumsy, and she needed to think about how to write words from time to time.

Her expression is full of unconfidence in writing, but at the same time she also has a sincerity eager to express herself.

Lan Qi put down the tableware and touched the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

He did not rush Sigre, but looked at Sigre's letter with a gentle expression and interest.

"Write it now."

Sigre promised and slapped her head again because of the jam.

She never went to school, and nuns taught her how to read and write in an orphanage.

"Need some help?"

Ranch asked.

"Then help me."

After Sigre was troubled for a while, she finally looked up at Lan Qi.

This time, she did not refuse Lan Qi to teach her.

"First of all, the purpose of writing a letter is to convey your thoughts, and at the same time, you want the recipient to feel all this. So if it is just the most basic running account, boringly reporting what you eat every day, doesn't it look more like a diary? The other party may not be able to determine whether you are doing well or not.”

Lan Qi sat across the table, his posture upright and elegant, his fingers tapping the table gently, as if he was thinking about how to inspire Sigre.

"really……"

Sigre looked down at her clumsy handwriting, looking a little frustrated.

"It doesn't matter. You are very smart and writing letters is easy."

Lan Qi moved his seat and sat next to Sigre.

His eyes were gentle and focused, and through the edge of the letter, his voice was full of encouragement.

Sigre's small hands were covered with frostbite and calluses. She raised her head and looked at Lan Qi again, waiting for him to continue.

"Sigre, try not to just write down what you want to say, but write down what is in your heart, how you miss your brothers and sisters."

Lan Qi began to speak softly.

After reading Sigre's letter a few days ago, he had a rough idea of ​​Sigre's living conditions.

"But, I don't know how to express it. I can write some words and it's pretty good."

Sigre responded, her voice slightly confused.

"Sigre, everyone's emotions are unique. Your love for them, your longing, these are all yours, no need for fancy words."

Lan Qi was patient. He slowly and clearly explained to Sigre how to express through words.

"Sometimes when you do things, you don't need to think about doing 100 points, but just think about doing 60 points. This will make it easier for you to take the first step and start working on the current work. You will find that when you are worried and hesitant about how to complete a 100-point work, you can rest assured to start five 60-point works."

Then, Lanqi picked up a pen and demonstrated writing a few words in his notebook.

He didn't write for Siegler, but just showed her how to write the words she didn't know how to write just now.

After all, she had to follow her own ideas.

"..."

Siegler hesitated for a while.

"Don't worry about me, I'm safe."

She picked up the pen again and began to write slowly, reading to Lanqi at the same time,

"My work is going very well, but without you by my side, I always feel a little empty in my heart."

Her tone gradually became more confident.

"Very good, Siegler, that's it. Speak from the heart, and I will teach you the words you don't know."

Lanqi encouraged her.

The dim light coming in from the window interweaves with the lights in the room, and this quiet snowy day becomes a witness to their friendly coexistence.

Siegler seemed to gradually let go of her protective shell, open her heart, and her language became more fluent and sincere.

"Sometimes, when I see some beautiful scenery on the road, I will think how happy it would be if you saw it here."

She wrote, and murmured, reading it to Lanqi.

"This is exactly what you should share, Siegler, real feelings."

Lanqi nodded and agreed.

He is not only teaching language and writing skills, but also sharing his understanding of life and delicate capture of emotions.

The cat boss stood up from the chair and looked at Siegler's letter paper while leaning on the corner of the table.

It found that Lanqi seemed to be really good at getting along with children.

For a moment, it felt that Lanqi had become a normal person.

It seems that the advice given by Hugh and himself to him is indeed effective, and his condition has finally improved.

As long as he doesn't suddenly get sick and teach children how to make zombies or mummies, it's really good.