Mare just smiled. She had experienced so much and had seen so much, so she could naturally tell that Tifa was "special" to Heather.
It has nothing to do with the love between men and women, but Tifa seems to have touched a soft place in Heather's heart and takes care of her like a sister. It's obviously just the first time they met, and there are not many girls in Midgar who are more beautiful than Tifa, but
Why is it that only Tifa has such special treatment? Is it because she is also a disciple of Zangan? No, Heather has clearly announced that she has severed the master-disciple relationship with Zangan.
Marley couldn't explain the reason, and could only attribute it to "fate".
Of course Mare didn't understand, because "Final Fantasy 7" was once Heather's favorite video game, and Tifa was his favorite character in this game. Even after becoming an outsider, he traveled through so many worlds and experienced so much.
There are many things going on, but the memory of her time on Earth is still the most precious treasure in Heather's heart.
Although it is not mentioned too much in the main game, it indirectly points out how hard Tifa lived in the five years before the start of the main game, and Heather simply wanted to help her.
It's not that Heather is having an LSP attack. Tifa is only 15 years old now and is far from as mature and majestic as she was in the main game. Her figure is even more different, and she still can't attract Heather.
If I really want to give a reason, I can only use [feelings] to explain it.
While Mare was chatting with Tifa, the door was pushed open, and Heather walked in and took a sniff: "Garlic soup? Hey, there is too little tomato, please put half more."
"Why is your dog's nose so sharp?"
Marley glanced at Heather unhappily, and then directed Tifa: "Little Tifa, cut another half of a tomato, chop it into small pieces and put it into the soup."
"Don't forget to lay down a few eggs before taking them out of the pot." Heather reminded her again as she walked to the cabinet and poured water by herself.
"Tsk, there are so many things... Little Tifa, the eggs are in the drawer on your right, take three."
"OK."
Tifa cracked three eggs next to the steaming soup pot. The high temperature quickly made the eggs floating on the surface of the soup half-cooked, and the yellow-orange yolks trembled in the constantly rolling soup.
A few minutes later, the steaming soup pot was brought to the table. Tifa diligently poured garlic soup and half-boiled eggs into the bowls of the three of them, set the tableware, then tore the bread into pieces and threw them into the soup bowl.
The originally crispy and hard bread began to become slightly softer as it continued to absorb the soup.
"It tastes best when the surface of the bread is still crispy, so go ahead and eat it."
Heather sat down at the table, picked up a spoon unceremoniously, scooped up half a spoonful of thick soup and a small piece of bread filled with soup juice, blew on it and put it into her mouth.
When Tifa saw Granny Mare and her senior brother starting to enjoy the food, she also picked up a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of thick soup. Afraid of burning it, she blew on it again and again, and only dared to put the spoon into her mouth when she felt it was almost done.
For a moment, the slightly strong but rich soup hit Tifa's taste buds and warmed Tifa's stomach and heart.
She ate another piece of bread that was full of soup. The senior brother was right. Although the bread was slightly soft because it was full of soup, the surface was still crispy and fragrant. It even made a slight crunch when biting into her mouth, and at the same time bursted with rich flavor.
Soup.
Looking at her senior brother and Granny Mare who were eating with satisfaction, Tifa seemed to have returned to her hometown of Nibelheim in a trance. Her father had not died in the fire, and she seemed to be sitting at the dining table praising her cooking skills.
Some progress has been made.
My hometown and my family are all gone.
Snap...
Tears flowed down her face and dropped into the soup bowl. She couldn't cry. The more Tifa thought about it, the harder it became to suppress her emotions.
Mare walked over quietly and handed the handkerchief to Tifa, while Heather still drank the soup one spoonful at a time without changing her expression, as if she didn't notice what was going on at Tifa's side.
Tifa gradually calmed down under Mare's comfort and kept apologizing in low voices. She felt that she had ruined everyone's enjoyment of the meal.
With a bang, the spoon was thrown into the empty bowl. Heather wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up, and said to Tifa nonchalantly:
"Come to 202 and see me at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late. Well, I'll leave the washing of dishes to you."
After saying that, he decisively opened the door and left. Soon, the sound of footsteps came from the direction of the metal stairs next to him.
Tifa clenched her handkerchief depressedly: "I...did I make my senior brother unhappy? I disturbed a good meal, I'm really sorry..."
"I don't blame you. It should be said that this is his normal way of getting along with us."
Mare patted Tifa's back gently:
"He paid to rent the kitchen with a cold face, and just cooked his own dinner for one person, and then carried the food upstairs without saying a word. The next morning, washed dishes would appear in front of my door...
…It’s almost like a ghost. On the bright side, at least he’s willing to let you wash the dishes for him?”
Tifa wiped the corners of her eyes and wanted to stand up to wash the dishes, but Mare held her shoulders and sat back down.
"Why are you so anxious? You haven't had a few sips of the soup yet. Your injury just needs to be replenished. The garlic soup is a good thing. Come on, keep drinking."
After finishing the soup and washing the dishes, Tifa and Mare said good night to each other and then stepped onto the metal stairs holding their large and small bags. Kick, kick, kick... The sound was really loud, so she subconsciously stepped lightly to avoid disturbing Mare.
Grandma Lei and Senior Brother.
Walking to the door of her room No. 201, she took out the key that Mare gave her and opened the door. Before entering, she took one last look at the door of room No. 202 next to her, bowed slightly and walked into her room.
.
After some arrangements, it was already late at night. Tifa was lying on the bed covered with new sheets, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head, subconsciously curling up and covering her injured chest.
She thought of the overwhelming fire, of her father lying in a pool of blood, of the bright sword light and long silver hair... Finally, her thoughts stopped at the water tower under the night sky, and the man with a ponytail.
blond boy.
Tears soaked the sheets.
……………………
When Tifa woke up, she first saw an unfamiliar ceiling. She tried hard to recall before remembering where she was.
She hurriedly looked at the clock in front of the bed that her senior brother asked her to buy. Fortunately, it was just 5:30.
Walking to the sink, she lifted up her clothes in front of the mirror. There was a mark of an obviously different color from her left collarbone to the bottom of her right breast. It was a knife wound made by Sephiroth. Not only was the wound deep, but it also had a considerable part of the sternum.
It was smashed into pieces and replaced with artificial bones and a metal stent. The doctor said that if nothing unexpected happened, this metal stent would be with him for the rest of his life.
I have to say that the medical technology of Midgar Central Hospital is indeed very powerful. Both the early artificial bones and metal scaffolds and the later skin grafting were very successful. After all, such serious injuries cannot be treated with [healing] magic stones, even if they are
The power known as 'magic'.
The girl's fingers traced a slightly different color of skin. Before leaving the hospital, the doctor said that the skin here would eventually become the same color as the surrounding skin over time.
Putting down her clothes, Tifa took a shower, put on a cheap coat and short skirt, and opened the door. At 5:30 in the morning, the No. 7 Mako Reconnaissance above her head had not yet begun to formally adjust the light source, and was only slightly lit.
For the lower-level slums, even the sun is a luxury. On weekdays, all the light comes from the Mako furnace in the corresponding area. This extremely huge Mako furnace will gradually change the light intensity as time goes by.
Almost all the light in the lower area comes from this, so it is also called the "slum sun".
Tifa stood in front of the door and moved her hands and feet for a while, then walked to the door of Room 202, calmed down, and knocked on the door gently.