"Hello?" My voice replied in the empty bar. I don't want to walk in anymore, so I yelled loudly, hoping to find an excuse to turn around and leave: "Hello!"
"Kelly, I'm back. Come with me." Gunthreon's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by some delicious flavors. When I walked into the kitchen, the attractive fragrance of sauteed mushrooms, onions and nǎi oil made me fascinated. I saw a pot of noodles cooking, and glanced at the beautiful leg of lamb in the stove. I thought maybe I was dead and entered heaven through a series of bar doors.
Gancereon’s hand-rolled dinner bread, garnished with slices of oregano and garlic. He caressed each child as if stroking a baby's butt, and then put them on the baking sheet.
"I thought you were Asian," I joked. "So you are Italian?" I smiled nervously at him. I kept a distance from him, and the big kitchen knife next to his cutting board.
"No way-I like good food. I learn to cook from the best chefs. Go ahead and put your wallet on the chair." He showed firm confidence again.
I walked to a chair and put my wallet on it, slowly, not wanting my pepper spray to leave my reach. When I put it down, I sneaked up to a small, hot pan on the stove—if things went wrong, I could always use it as a weapon.
As my nose sniffed the mixture in the pot, I couldn't help but dipped my fingers in nǎi oil sauce, and then put it on my tongue. I immediately wanted to cry. It has a strong lemon flavor, which makes my heart pounding. There is a glass full of wine on the counter. I started talking, Gunthreon did not look up and told me to drink.
I picked up the glass without objection and slowly tilted it up. The wine barely touched my lips. I opened my mouth slowly, and the deep wine slid across my tongue and into my throat. It's warm and makes me feel numb. I drank a whole cup. It's not like any wine I've ever drunk, including the 1994 Cabernet Sauvignon ($45 a bottle), when I was a hermit and lived in my mother's house.
"Well," Gunthreon muttered to himself as he looked at my empty glass, "you drink a little fast."
"Don't worry. Thank you for telling me this," I said, I know he has nothing to worry about. "Can I help you? Actually I am no stranger to the kitchen. My mother was sick when I was young, and I cooked a lot of meals at home. She taught me a lot of tricks." I thought he would ask her. But he just nodded and cut a few slices of strawberries, then threw them into a bowl. Unexpectedly, I suddenly felt a little dizzy and unstable. "Wow," I groaned.
"It's too fast," he whispered. "How about setting up the table for me, please?" On that unforgettable night, he pointed to the door I walked through, and then handed me two sets of silverware.
When I walked in the door staggeringly, I saw the room we entered on Friday, with a cute ashes placed on a small table, but now this room is set as a dining room. In the middle is an exceptionally long dining table with a few chairs around it. The chair is decorated with lovely materials, which I really appreciate. This divination material feels like silk, embroidered with small hand-embroidered hydrangea and randomly sewn buttercup flowers. The runners on the table are matched and include larger versions of flowers.
Hundreds of lovely photos of various shapes, sizes and colors hang on the walls. Some are happy, some just look sad. But they have one thing in common: they both hold an urn—in fact, the urn I saw when I first walked into this room a few days ago, and now the same urn is placed on the table Zhung Yāng, surrounded by a cluster Cluster of hydrangea flowers. When I started to check the pictures on the wall, I noticed that this urn seemed to magically fit everyone's hands and was perfect.
I suddenly realized that there were already plates on the table, but not for two, but for three. The chair prepared for the unknown guest was covered with plastic bu, and on the top plate was a large piece of raw meat.
I turned around quickly—faster than I should be moving now—I almost ran past Gunthreon and the bowl of baked potatoes he was holding. He avoided me and washed the dishes as if he had just come out of Jackie Chan's fast break.
Kelly, please sit down
"Impossible!" Despite being rejected, I still sat. "What's on the plate? It's disgusting! You never told me that there will be other guests. Why am I here? It's definitely not just for a good meal. Have you given me medicine?" It's that I feel uneasy The only possible reason.
"Our other guests may or may not show up. It's up to you. Please trust me. All questions will be answered later." Then he looked my eyes straight and I trusted him , But we can't help but consider some choice words. "I didn't give you medicine," he said.
"My damn lamb is best cooked, because I don't want to lie in the hospital because of salmonella," I chatted.
He continued to fill each plentiful plate with food, one at a time. These dishes are unparalleled, but each dish has its own unique and lovely features. We call her Aunt Numa. She collects teacups and saucers from all over the world, which reminds me of her collection. As a child, I was fascinated by their beauty. I always wanted to play a tea party with them—Bell would like it—but was banned. So now, I must touch each one and satisfy the child I was deprived of.
He served me from every plate, almost knowing that I would not say no to anything.
When he filled his plate, he glanced at our guest's plate very briefly. His frown made me a little scared, but it also made me feel the tension in him.
I decided it was time, so I reached into my wallet and took out the pendulum. I wanted to put it in his hands, but he pulled them back again. "Kelly, you are the legal owner now. You can't return it to me," he said. "Please accept it and enjoy it."
"Really?"
"real."
"Thank you, Gunthreon," I said. "I'm starting to like it."
"This is exactly what I hope," he said. "Have you learned anything?"
"I know who my soul mentor is. Can you have more than one?"
A hint of surprise flashed across his face. "Yes, you can," he said. "You learn quickly, aren't you? Great." When he saw my reaction, he smiled at me, a kind of caution. As we stared at each other, I quickly took a bite of lamb, which was the tenderest lamb that my mouth had ever touched. Homemade gravy is mouthwatering.
When I thought about what I was going to say next, he spoke before me. "First enjoy your dinner quietly, and then we will talk about why you are here," he said. "Let's just chat casually. Tell me about your mother."
Finally, I can keep talking. I told him about my childhood, my mother, and everything she did for others. I told him about her debilitating kidney disease, how the doctor was surprised at how she was still alive and breathing, how she was the most important person in my life, how I didn't know what would happen if she died before me. At the end of my conversation, I remembered how my mother taught me the connection between each creature and other creatures, and how we should treat each other with respect and love.
I never felt the tears streaming down until Gunthreon handed me my clean napkin. I wiped my face and found that the napkin was so white that it looked radiant. He took it away from me and held my hands.
"Thank you, Kelly."
"Why?" I asked.
"Thank you for trusting me. This is very important."
"I have enough reasons not to believe in strangers." I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. "But you feel like a long-lost friend... Does this make sense?"
"Those people before you feel the same way," he told me with a gentle shyness. He paused, then asked: "Would you like to join an expedition...for a friend?"? Simple questions, not requests. "
"Task?" I forgot my mother and wanted to read his words. Why would anyone want me to participate in this task? Who else would use the word exploration now
"Let's put it this way, you may be helping to save the world."
I stood up and walked towards the door. "There is no need to play Gunthreon with vulnerable people. Thank you for the delicious dinner."
"You haven't realized your power yet, have you?" He said, soon, just as I walked in the door. I turned my back to him. "You must let her go," he said truthfully. "Just know that she will never disappear forever."
I turned around and suddenly became angry. "Who is going to go? Where is the power?" I smiled, a little crazy. "I don't think so." I smiled again.
"You have to focus on God and think about what I want to tell you. I can guarantee it is difficult to understand, but at least please listen to me." He stared at me longingly.
"Ah! Okay! Come and listen. This is your last chance to come into my mind."
I lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, and he said, "Then sit down." I sat down, despite the lingering feeling that I had missed a joke from the warlord. "In your unfortunate attack, you made a scream, and the whole world heard it," he hesitated. "Going into other realms, if I can call them that." I opened my mouth to say something. But nothing can be said. "This is a plea for anyone who can hear." My eyes were full of tears, and he continued, knowing that he had all my attention.
"Someone told me that you caught the interest of a certain entity, and in turn, they completely awakened something in your heart-something hidden in your brain-something that disappeared when you were young." There was enough pause for me to shook my head and deny. "In return for the help you have received, you have been given certain powers and a mission to accompany it: an exploration. You have this potential, Kelly." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)