Chapter 92 There is always a way, and there is more than one
Under the soft light, Jason sat on the side of a long solid wood table covered with blue and white stripes. Hannibal placed several silver plates on the table very quickly but elegantly.
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When the steak is sizzling, a spoonful of vanilla sauce is poured on top.
The grilled wings are radiating steam, and pieces of tin foil are wrapped at the end so that people can take them better.
Three-color square pastries are placed in a row of ten on the largest plate on the left.
Broccoli and radishes are simply boiled and then served on a plate with sliced tomatoes and fried pork sausage.
After learning that Jason refused alcoholic drinks, Hannibal prepared fruit juice and vegetable juice.
Juice lemons and watermelons separately.
In order to pay attention to the taste, a little honey juice is added to the juice of celery and pumpkin.
In four glass jugs, four-color drinks were placed on the side close to Jason.
"Sorry for the long wait."
Hannibal took off his apron, sat across from Jason, and said apologetically.
"No, it's already very fast."
"Can we start?"
Jason asked.
"certainly."
Hannibal smiled and took the lead in picking up the tableware.
However, it was just picking up the tableware.
He didn't think anything about the food in front of him.
Faced with Jason's way of eating, which was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, he was immersed in it again.
As a chef, is there anything more touching than getting good ingredients?
It's natural to have a good eater.
Jason is certainly a good eater.
It can even be said to be unique.
Because no diner will have a stomach like Jason's.
There was enough food on the table for the whole family to share, and it quickly entered Jason's stomach.
At the end, Jason picked up the honey pumpkin juice and drank it in one gulp.
call.
Putting the glass jug 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 my motivation 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 simply.
When facing his peers, Jason doesn't think he needs to beat around the bush.
"Know."
"You want to enter 'Fishbone Street'?"
Hannibal immediately guessed Jason's thoughts.
"Um."
"We still lack a guarantor."
Jason nodded.
"No problem, leave it to me."
Hannibal immediately agreed.
Moreover, he had already begun to plan in his mind how to take Jason around the entire 'Fishbone Street'.
A visit to the ‘food store’ is a must.
The 'curio shop' is also good.
‘Collectibles shop’?
It's too disgusting there, no need to go there.
Some scattered stalls are also okay, you might come across something interesting.
Thinking of walking between stalls with Jason, a smile appeared on Hannibal's face involuntarily.
It was the first time for him to go shopping with the same people.
He had never felt this way before.
But, I have been waiting for it for a long time.
"How often do you go to 'Fishbone Street'?"
Hannibal asked.
"midnight."
After receiving this answer, Hannibal immediately stood up and began to clear away the dishes.
Midnight was approaching and he had to clean up before then.
As for putting it to tomorrow?
In the education he received, 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 couldn't help but ask: "Hannibal, how do you control your appetite?"
Sanity will be eroded by hunger, and Jason has already discovered his weakness.
But there is no solution.
Once hunger arises, he will always become indifferent.
Although no major problems have occurred so far, it does not mean that problems will not occur in the future.
Jason felt heavy when he thought that the whole situation would be out of control because of such a mistake.
As soon as his heart became heavy, Jason felt hungry again.
"Hannibal, do you still have the little cake from before?"
When you're in a bad mood, sugar always makes you happy.
"There are still some leftovers in the refrigerator, but they are a little stale..."
"It's okay."
Jason stood up as he spoke and motioned for him to come.
When it comes to operating an oven and the like, having seen the process of a female pastry chef making pastries, Jason can still do it.
Opening the refrigerator, he took out a whole plate of pastries. After thawing them first, Jason re-covered them with grease. Then he put the pastries into the oven, adjusted the firepower, and set the timer. Hannibal was washing the dishes on the side, and
Pay attention to Jason's jerky but in place movements.
"Jason, you have a good talent for cooking."
"If you have time, you can learn some cooking skills."
Hannibal said this.
"Cooking skills?"
Jason was stunned.
Can everything be baked?
No matter what, can it be stewed?
Inexplicably, he thought of the summary of his cooking skills.
"Yes."
"It may be a little difficult at first, but as long as you find the fun in it, you will quickly become immersed in it."
"And this..."
"This is how I control my appetite."
Hannibal turned his head and said with a smile. A strand of blond hair happened to be hanging down in front of his forehead, but it did not look embarrassed. Instead, it made the smile brighter.
Then, Hannibal raised his left hand, used his little finger to pull back his blond hair, and then combed it back 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 distract my brain."
"In the beginning, I failed many times."
"But after I found the trick, I gradually became successful."
After raising his hand and putting the washed dishes into the cupboard one by one, Hannibal closed the cupboard, turned around and started wiping the sink, speaking as he did so.
"Trick?"
Jason's eyes lit up.
"Try to distract yourself with anything food-related."
"There was a counterproductive process at first - at that time, I told myself that as long as I persisted, there would be more food, but I didn't hold back, I ate the piece of food, and then the frustration made me angry.
, the physical discomfort made me angry and at the same time, I began to doubt whether I was really a qualified 'eater'."
"But I persevered."
"Eventually, I became able to control my appetite most of the time."
"It will fail about one time out of ten."
"I think that when I can achieve perfection and succeed ten times in ten attempts, that will be the day when I will usher in real success and complete my transformation."
Hannibal shares his experience.
Jason couldn't help but nodded.
He has personal experience.
When faced with the words "eating rape" before, under normal circumstances, he would have come up with more information, but when he was hungry, he felt as if he was being tricked by the food and started eating without hesitation.
He uses his teeth and stomach juice to tell the other person what the price is.
“Does it take repeated failures to accumulate success?”
Jason whispered to himself.
"Um."
"Most of the time, it's like this."
Hannibal nodded, then suddenly smiled and said: "But Jason, you are special, you can try another method!"
