I open a restaurant in Pokémon World

Heath has never been so mentally complicated. He cooked the pork intestines in a complicated manner, cooked the noodles in a complicated manner, and finally served the pig intestine noodles to Mr. Rodin with a complicated expression. This bowl of noodles was made by Heath according to Mr. Rodin's brain.

It is made according to the recipe according to the food requirements. Except that the sausage is braised by Heath, the other preparations are exactly the same as what Mr. Rodin wants to eat.

And Mr. Rodin looked at Heath with a very strange expression, which made Heath feel uncomfortable all over.

"This noodle..." Mr. Luo Dan looked down at the noodles in front of him with a hint of surprise in his heart. Then he couldn't wait to pick up the kuaizi, and then he picked up the noodles with a speed that he could not wait to reach out to pick up the noodles and eat them.

Kuai Zi shyly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

Mr. Luodan calmed down instantly. Heath had returned to the dining car, but he frowned and looked at Mr. Luodan. He just vaguely saw that when Mr. Luodan lowered his head, there seemed to be some crystal liquid coming from the corners of his eyes.

Like a drop of water, Heath was thoughtful. He felt that Mr. Rodan might not be the gay man that Heath thought.

After all, if Mr. Rodan is really a gay man, then he wouldn't cry no matter what, but should continue to look at Heath with that weird look in his eyes, right? Thinking about it now, Heath thinks that Mr. Rodan's eyes

There seems to be more feelings of nostalgia and yearning.

Thinking of the things in his memory that Mr. Luodan gave him when he was entertaining, as well as the nearly complete recipes that Mr. Luodan had in mind for delicious food when he was cooking, coupled with this tear, Heath felt that he seemed to know something.

If nothing unexpected, Mr. Luodan must have missed the person who made these dishes, right?

If that person was still alive, Mr. Luo Dan would probably not cry, but that person must be gone and his longing cannot be expressed, so he would burst into tears after eating a familiar taste, right?

Heath sighed, even in the Pokémon world, people can't completely escape the separation of life and death. There are nine out of ten things in life that are unsatisfactory, but what can compare to the sadness of separation between life and death?

[You entertained Rodan, and you obtained the Dream Order]

Heath was stunned for a moment, good guy, is Rumeng Ling okay? What is this thing?

But the next second, Heath took out the dream token from his trouser bag. It was a token with the word "dream" written on it, or in traditional Chinese. The key is that the calligraphy skills were very high.

Heath is not a person who understands calligraphy very well, but he can still tell that the person who wrote the dream calligraphy is a serious master.

Why do we talk about the Eight Classics? That is naturally because among the current masters, there are so many so-called masters who use various sensational ways to show that they are masters. On the contrary, those who can calm down and write calligraphy seriously do not

Fewer and fewer.

There are many people on the Internet who write books with their hair or their bodies. Anyway, there are all kinds of strange ways. But you must know that the calligraphy of the Eight Classics of Chinese Zhenger is all written with a brush. Is it written with hair? Are other people's calligraphy saints?

I have never tried it, and I don’t know where these guys got the courage.

However, the person who wrote this dream character was indeed a master, and his calligraphy skills must have been very high. However, Heath did not expect why Goldfinger would give him this thing?

[Dream Ling: After use, the target can fall into a dream-like illusion and see the scene that they most want to see. It can be used once every fifteen days (Note: Occasionally it may bring some strange things)]

Heath was stunned for a moment. Good guy, this thing is quite special. But looking at Mr. Luodan who was eating noodles quietly, Heath seemed to know where this thing was going to be used. Once every fifteen days, it was enough.

Not bad, Heath would have thought that Goldfinger would give him something like a soul-calling bell, or Goldfinger also thought that it would be better to separate the world of the living from the world of the dead.

But what is this strange thing?

...

Luo Dan rubbed his red eyes and couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly. He was already so old and had a wife and children. How could he still cry while eating this basically identical pig?

Large intestine noodles, Mr. Luo Dan still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

"You're such an old man, and you're still crying like this. If your tears fall, are you planning to let me make the noodles washed away by your tears?" With an angry voice, Mr. Luo Dan's eyes shrank, and the next step

He immediately raised his head and saw an old lady with gray hair and reading glasses in the kitchen of the dining car looking at him angrily with her hands on her hips.

"Mom? I...I don't..." Mr. Luodan was confused for a moment.

"Huh, brat, are you stuttering again? Didn't you just ask Aunt Qiao Yinlin to treat you?" The old woman walked out of the dining car. She had an apron around her waist with many patches on it.

, and a red sunflower.

"Let me tell you, don't be excited all day long, or stutter when you are excited..." Looking at the familiar old woman in front of him, and listening to the nagging that he usually found irritating, Mr. Luo Dan's eyes flashed.

With tears streaming down his face, 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. Luo Dan was very sad. However, after a few months, the sad feelings seemed to have calmed down a lot. Luo Dan once wondered whether he actually had no heart and was so indifferent.

However, after accidentally eating a dish introduced by an outside food truck owner, there was something familiar about it, which reminded Luo Dan of his mother. At that time, Luo Dan realized that he was not completely indifferent, but

It was because the sadness was so great that he was heartbroken. The intense sadness prevented Luo Dan from venting it out. It was not until he ate these familiar tastes that Luo Dan completely collapsed.

"...You little bastard...you have to take good care of yourself. When you were a bastard, you used to like to kick the quilt when you went to bed at night. You kept catching colds. This habit is not good..." The old woman looked at the crying man.

The collapsed Rodan sighed, then gently reached out his hand and wiped away the tears on his son's face.

Feeling the old and trembling hands, Mr. Luodan collapsed completely. He wailed, fell to his knees on the ground, threw himself into his mother's arms, and cried loudly. All the past events came to his mind again.

Only then did Luo Dan realize that those daily routines, those complaints and nagging that he had despised, those days when he was angry, were so precious.