Chapter 323: Dream Order
Heath had never been so nervous before. He braised the pig intestines in a complicated way, cooked the noodles in a complicated way, and finally served the pig intestine noodles to Mr. Rodan with a complicated expression. This bowl of noodles was made by Heath according to the recipe of Mr. Rodan's requirement for food. Except for the pig intestines being braised by Heath, the other methods were exactly the same as what Mr. Rodan wanted to eat.
Mr. Rodan's expression when he looked at Heath was also very strange, which made Heath feel uncomfortable.
"This noodles..." Mr. Luodan looked down at the noodles in front of him with a hint of surprise in his heart. Then he picked up the chopsticks impatiently, and then he picked up a piece of noodles with a speed that seemed to want to reach out and scoop up the noodles to eat. He shyly put it into his mouth with chopsticks and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
Mr. Rodan calmed down instantly. Heath had returned to the dining car, but he looked at Mr. Rodan with a frown. He had just vaguely seen that when Mr. Rodan lowered his head, it seemed that some crystal liquid seemed to drip from the corner of his eyes. Heath was thoughtful. He felt that Mr. Rodan might not be a gay as Heath thought.
After all, if Mr. Luodan was really a gay, then he wouldn't cry, but should continue to look at Heath with that weird look, right? Thinking about it now, Heath felt that Mr. Luodan's look seemed to contain more emotions of nostalgia and yearning.
Thinking of the things in his memories that Mr. Rodan had given him when he entertained him, as well as the almost complete recipes that Mr. Rodan had in his mind , and the tear, Heath felt that he seemed to know something. If nothing unexpected happened, Mr. Rodan should be missing the person who made these dishes, right?
If that person were still alive, Mr. Luodan would not have cried, but that person is definitely gone, and his longing cannot be expressed, so this is why he burst into tears after tasting the familiar taste, right?
Heath sighed. Even in the world of Pokémon, one cannot completely escape the separation of life and death. There are eight out of ten things in life that are not satisfactory, but what can be greater than the sorrow of separation between life and death?
[You entertained Luo Dan, and you obtained the Ru Meng Ling]
Heath was stunned for a moment. Oh my god, is Ru Meng Ling still working? What is this thing?
But the next second, Heath took out the Ru Meng Ling from his trouser pocket. It was a token with the word "Dream" written on it in traditional Chinese characters. The key point was that the calligraphy was very advanced. Heath was not a person who could understand calligraphy very well, but he could still tell that the person who wrote the word "Dream" was a real master.
Why do we need to be serious? Of course, it is because there are so many so-called masters among the masters nowadays who use various sensational ways 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 their bodies. Anyway, there are all kinds of strange methods. But you should know that Chinese calligraphy is written with a brush. Writing with hair? Other calligraphers have never tried it, and I don’t know where these guys get the courage to do it.
However, the person who wrote the word "dream" was indeed a master, and his calligraphy attainments must be very high. But Heath didn't expect why Gold Finger would give him this thing?
[Dream Order: After use, the target can fall into a dreamlike illusion and see the scene they want to see most. It can be used once every fifteen days (Note: It may occasionally bring some strange things)]
Heath was stunned for a moment. Wow, this thing is quite special. However, looking at Mr. Rodan who was eating noodles quietly, Heath seemed to know where this thing would be used. Once every fifteen days, it was not bad. Heath originally thought that Gold Finger would give him a spirit-calling bell or something like that, or that Gold Finger also thought that it was better to separate the world of the living from the world of the dead.
But what is this strange thing?
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Luo Dan rubbed his red eyes and couldn't help laughing at himself. He was already so old and had a wife and children, so why was he still crying? However, as he ate the basically identical pig intestine noodles in his mouth, Mr. Luo Dan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his heart.
"You're so old, and you're still crying like this. Are you planning to dilute the noodles I made with your tears?" An angry voice came out. Mr. Luodan's pupils shrank. The next second he immediately raised his head and saw an old lady with gray hair and reading glasses in the kitchen of the dining car, who was standing with her hands on her hips and looking at him angrily.
"Mom? I...I don't..." Mr. Luodan was stunned.
"Hmph, you little brat, are you stuttering again? Didn't you just ask Aunt Joylin to treat you?" The old woman walked down from the dining car. She had an apron around her waist with many patches and a red sunflower on it.
"I'm telling you, don't get excited all day long. You'll stutter when you get excited..." Looking at the familiar old woman in front of him and listening to the nagging that he usually found annoying, tears were flowing in Mr. Luodan's eyes. He stared blankly at the old woman in front of him. She 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, which made Luodan wonder if he was actually heartless and that was why he was so indifferent.
However, after accidentally eating the dishes offered by a foreign food truck owner, the familiar taste reminded Luodan of his mother instantly. At that time, Luodan realized that he was not completely indifferent, but was too sad and heartbroken. The intense sadness made Luodan unable to vent, until he ate these familiar tastes, which made Luodan completely collapse.
“…You little rascal…you must take good care of yourself. When you were in school, you loved to kick off the quilt when you slept at night, and you always caught a cold. This habit is not good…” The old woman looked at Luo Dan who was crying and breaking down, sighed, then gently reached out her hand and wiped the tears from her son’s face.
Feeling those old and trembling hands, Mr. Luodan completely collapsed. He wailed, knelt on the ground, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried loudly. All the past events came to his mind again. Luodan realized that the daily life, the complaints and nagging that he had disliked and made him angry were so precious.
