The two people behind the counter quickly noticed a customer coming at the door. The moment they turned their heads, the text bubbles disappeared without a trace, just like the viewer's illusion.

The girl stared blankly for a moment, then looked confused, and said after a while: "Ah... is that... open?"

"Here." Qiu Qiu put down the empty plate of mung bean cold cake, temporarily ignored his scorpion yellow stewed dragon wings, and said politely: "Hello, what do you want to eat?"

Zhong Yu took his plate and walked aside.

The girl had already met someone and was too embarrassed to leave. She walked in slowly, sat down in front of the only dining table, and looked around.

"Is there...what?"

Qiu Qiu replied: "There are scrambled eggs."

The girl waited for the next words. She didn't hear anything for a long time and had to raise her head. She rarely looked at people for a long time, so now she only glanced at them and then lowered her head without saying a word.

The shopkeeper was handsome, but his expression was a little cold. She didn't dare to ask questions like "What do you mean?" "What about scrambled eggs?" and so she nodded casually.

Because the obviously taller adult man in the store was facing the pool, with a large space behind him, the group of erratic text bubbles flashed again at this moment.

[Black shop] [It’s really a dark shop...] [It’s too dark!] [Sister, be patient, don’t cause trouble, that tall guy is not easy to mess with] [This dark shop really opened my eyes, but I can’t stop] [My

Why hasn’t the complaint been accepted?]

girl:"……"

Qiu Qiu had no idea about the background of the subtitles appearing behind him, and said happily: "Okay, a piece of scrambled eggs."

After saying that, he thought for a while and leaned forward slightly: "Excuse me, can you extend your hand?"

The text bubble behind her suddenly became intense, and there were meaningless garbled characters between the huge exclamation marks. It was so flashy that the girl could not see clearly. However, the moment the man by the pool turned around, they disappeared collectively again.

…What are these?…

The girl's heart was pounding, and her struggling hands were shaking slightly.

When her palm was touched, she subconsciously closed her eyes tightly and flinched.

"Okay." Then she heard the shopkeeper say.

It turned out that it was really just a touch, the kind of touch that broke apart at the touch, with only a little warmth remaining in the palm of the hand.

She gradually calmed down and looked at the silhouette of the shopkeeper getting the ingredients.

The girl actually skipped classes.

Half a month ago, a big change occurred in her family. Although she was mentally prepared and her daily life remained the same, she always felt as if she was stepping on the clouds.

During lunch break at school today, she was sitting in her seat by the window in a daze as usual. She turned her head and looked outside, and suddenly found that the weather was particularly nice.

The sky is as blue as a gradient drawn from the color palette, and the wind blowing against your face carries the scent of summer.

There were boys playing basketball against the clock on the playground. One of them seemed to be particularly dazzling. He did something that made the girls watching burst into laughter.

The water bottle reflected a ray of light in the sun, which hit the girl's eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt unbearable.

Everyone is happy.

How can you be so happy?

This was the first time in her life that a well-behaved girl did something out of the ordinary - she actually skipped class.

She left school, took a bus aimlessly, walked to this street aimlessly, and sat in a strange restaurant.

The shorter shopkeeper was seriously making a plate of "scrambled eggs". The tall man didn't say anything and looked at the little shopkeeper against the wall with no sense of presence.

He only laughed occasionally, seemingly when the shopkeeper accidentally shoveled a small piece of broken egg out of the pot.

Scrambled eggs are very simple. After a while, a hot plate was delivered to you. The shopkeeper said expressionlessly: "Okay."

The girl was a little dumbfounded.

This plate of scrambled eggs didn't look good, and she couldn't tell what was wrong with it. After all, in her imagination, scrambled eggs couldn't be fried that high.

Moreover, there is not even a hint of chopped green onion in this egg, and a few small pieces show signs of being burnt, and the control of the heat seems to be quite lacking.

But the girl somehow felt very friendly.

She didn't complain about anything. She thanked her in a low voice, picked up her chopsticks and took a small bite.

After a moment, she showed a slightly surprised expression, hesitated for a moment, raised her head, bent her eyes at Qiu Qiu and said, "It's delicious."

Qiu Qiu imitated her and made a smiling expression.

The store was quiet for a while, with only the slight sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.

Zhong Yu seemed to have noticed something. He stood in the corner and looked around the room. The barrage immediately suspended the small meeting and he did not dare to speak out.

He glanced at Qiu Qiu's ordinary pot suspiciously and wiped the egg crumbs on the edge of the pot with his hand. He really didn't see anything special about it.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Qiuzheng turned around and asked in surprise.

"Well," Zhong Yu said in front of the guests without intending to say anything, "go get them a glass of water."

Qiu Qiu suddenly nodded: "Oh."

The girl got the water and smiled shyly.

There wasn't much scrambled eggs in the plate, and she had almost eaten it. She was holding her chopsticks and didn't move them for a while.

"My mother passed away not long ago." She said softly and put down her chopsticks.

"Ah." Qiu Qiu responded, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning, and looked at her intently.

"Actually, she has been ill for a long time, and we all know that this day will not be far away. I feel that I have been mentally prepared... But after she really left, I still felt that something was different."

"Obviously I still go to school, finish school, and do homework every day... She used to live in the hospital, and I didn't see her very often. My father told me how I should live my life."

The girl said softly, placing her fingers on the wall of the cup: "But I still miss her very much. When I think about it, I feel very sad."

Her eyes turned slightly red and she said, "Maybe it's because I lost someone who is very special to me."

It was quiet inside the house, and there were birds chirping outside the window.

After a while, the girl took a deep breath, looked up and smiled: "Thank you, the scrambled eggs are delicious. They have a very special taste. I don't seem so sad anymore."

"You're welcome." Qiu Qiu looked at her seriously and said, "I made this specially for you."

The girl paid the credit and left quickly. Qiu Qiu leaned over to take the plate and almost bumped into her guardian when she turned around.

Zhong Yu's eyes were unkind and he waved the spoon in front of his eyes: "It's salty."

"Ah, really?" Qiu Qiu was surprised. She came to him and stuck out her tongue, licked the surface of the spoon, smacked her lips and said, "It seems a little bit, but she likes it very much."

Zhong Yu: “…………”

He looked at the spoon in his hand and felt it was a little hot for some reason. He clicked his tongue impatiently and threw it into the pool.

A smile appeared in Qiu Qiu's eyes: "Do you really want to know why the guests think it tastes delicious?"

Zhong Yu looked at him suspiciously.

"Because, I made it specially for her." Qiu Qiu quickly announced the answer, his little eyes full of pride.

He said this so seriously that Zhong Yu narrowed his eyes and had countless thoughts popping up in his mind. After a moment, he reached out and wiped a small piece of egg on the spatula, put it in his mouth and rubbed it.

There shouldn't be any strange seasonings added.

Overall, it's pretty normal, not delicious, and a little salty.

Besides... Zhong Yu frowned tightly. There was some ethereal feeling that was difficult to accurately capture with his sense of taste, let alone describe it with words.

It's not so much a "taste", but closer to a "spiritual feeling", although it's so weak and fleeting.

Zhong Yu has not forgotten that Qiu Qiu is not a human being, he is a monster.

His taste system is very different from ordinary people, and he has said that it is difficult for humans to understand him.

Qiu Qiu has his own set of criteria for judging. He believes that the steamed buns at the roadside stall are more delicious than the dishes at the top restaurant Menglixiang, and he has shown great interest and love in the food he makes with his own hands.

Zhong Yu once thought about whether Qiu Qiu was sensitive to the "making" process of food, but what exactly is good and bad about this process?

Can he use this sensory gift when making food?

"Do you want to eat it?" Qiu Qiu's eyes shone slightly: "The scrambled eggs just made were specially made for the guest, and they were made what she wanted, so you don't think they taste good. If you were a guest, I would give them to you too.

You do what you like."

"..." Zhong Yu was so angry that his head hurt: "Being a guest, I have to pay, right? You really can't suffer any loss."

Qiu Qiu groaned and felt a little guilty.

Thinking about the guardian's egg feast and the mung bean cold cake he just made... Qiu Qiu reluctantly said, "Well, I'll make it for you. You have to give me a taste first."

"What?" Zhong Yu felt like he was facing Qiu Qiu, and was shocked in various ways every day.

"taste--"

"Who?" Zhong Yu said.

"You." Qiu Qiu said, "I have to take a taste to know what you want."

Zhong Yu stared at him for a full three minutes, eyes wide and small, until Qiu Qiu started to get excited about taking action, and suddenly quickly backed away and reached the door of the store in the blink of an eye.

"No, don't touch me." Zhong Yu refused coldly: "You can eat it yourself."
To be continued...