Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

Bear Claw: "Brother, another shop belonging to a restaurant has been built in the new block, and the interior has been repaired now, do you want to go and have a look together?"

Fat Fox: "Brother, the Merchant Association has made an interesting little ornament with the feathers of a light-feathered pigeon. It seems to be popular. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Gonzalez: "Little Dawn, this is the financial report for this month... Well, everyone is worried about you, especially Vivienne."

Except that everyone in the restaurant would go up to the second floor to check on Don's situation from time to time.

Halfling Hogg, the representative of the dwarves, Benisha, the representative of the tauren, Morgan, Miss Charlene and others who stayed at the monster farm have also visited the Wishing Restaurant many times.

There is also Alice in the story world, who tries to communicate with Donne every day.

Bai Longniang tried her best to comfort Donne to cheer up and cheer up.

On the other hand, the Black Dragon Lady angrily scolded Dawn for being unreasonable and awkward, and being very irresponsible to the people around him.

However, all these things that everyone has done have not achieved any substantive results.

Of all the people close to Dawn, the one who cares most about his status is naturally Vivienne.

Others may have daily routines that must be done, but Miss Goblin doesn't. She had been with him almost all the time since Dawn fell into depression.

Sometimes he would speak softly and say something to him tirelessly; sometimes he would just sit beside him in a daze and do nothing.

...

"Good evening, Don."

Vivian pushed the door in from outside the room and closed the door behind her.

It was quite late at night, and the room was very quiet, only Miss Goblin and Donne who was sitting still.

"Do you want to get some air? Are you feeling stuffy all the time?"

Miss Goblin walked to the edge of the soft chair, talked to herself, and then gently pushed open the window in front of Dawn.

The evening wind of late summer poured into the room through the window, blowing away the stuffy heat and bringing a different kind of eagerness at the same time.

Vivian stood in front of the window for a while, her silver hair swaying gently in the night wind, she just stared out of the window.

"I didn't expect Dorn's night to be so willful. I locked myself in the room alone, didn't eat or drink, and didn't communicate with anyone. It's been almost a week. I still can't believe it. This is Donne what you will do."

There was a deliberate lightness in Miss Goblin's tone.

"However, this is not acceptable, right? Even if you are already one-third of the gods, and you are about to be promoted to two-thirds of the gods, this is not good... If you bear it silently, you will be crushed. ...Everyone is worried about you..."

Vivienne is the only person in the restaurant who knows that Dawn has stepped into the rank of God, and when the two of them are alone, they can say these words without any worries.

Then there is silence.

There was a long silence.

The moon outside the boat tonight is the last quarter moon, whether it is round or missing, it seems that there is no aesthetic feeling. There are cicadas neighing somewhere in the grass or branches, and the sound is not pleasant.

After a long time, it seemed that she was finally tired of seeing everything outside the window. Vivienne turned her head, and her lake blue eyes stared straight at Dawn on the soft chair. , puzzled, and distressed.

Miss Goblin left from the window and walked to the soft chair.

Because her back was facing the last quarter moon outside the window, her long silver hair and her thin shoulders were all stained with bright moonlight. Matched with that fair and delicate face, there was a faint sense of holiness. feel.

Vivienne leaned over the soft chair and put her hands on Dawn's shoulders.

Her hands were shaking badly.

Then, Miss Goblin gently leaned her head down until her forehead and Donne's forehead lightly touched each other until their noses touched.

"Why can't you rely on me a little more? Don..."

...

Don didn't know how long he had been decadent.

In his own subjective time, probably an afternoon or so?

Maybe, much longer than three or four hours?

After all, in Dawn's vague impression, he seemed to have sat in the room and watched several rounds of sunrise and sunset.

But I don't know if it's the influence of the power of the gods. During the time when Don was "meditating" in the room, the external time of the body passed, which was really similar to the subjective time in his mind.

The specific manifestation is that although he has been slumped in the room for more than a week, his physical condition is similar to that of sitting in a daze for an afternoon.

It didn't go rancid, it didn't stink, and it didn't even grow stubble.

Anyway, it's pretty clean.

Then again, evasion is shameful, but useful.

After sinking into the room for so long, Dawn's acceptance and tolerance of the truth of this world and the truth of his own existence have increased a little.

Of course, this kind of acceptance is not a complete acceptance, but it is only to the extent that you will probably not be decadent about it in the future.

After all, for any normal person, one day he suddenly realizes that he is just a string of data in a large server in the human world.

Even his own memory and past thoughts do not belong to him completely, they are just a backup of the outside world itself.

This feeling of "I have become a double" can really hit a person's will.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason why the evil god [war] I encountered before was so bad. In addition to the betrayal of [Plague], the psychological gap and shock brought about by the outside world should also be one of the reasons.

"As long as I don't make a fuss about it in the future, does it mean that I have surpassed [the war] in terms of psychological quality?"

With some similar messy and chaotic thoughts, Dawn's consciousness slowly woke up from the chaos.

He had just woken up, and he felt something unusual.

It seems that the forehead is warm, the tip of the nose is cool, and there is a soft fragrance lingering around.

Don opened his eyes, and met a pair of lake blue eyes.

Perhaps because of his proficiency in human nature, Donne can quickly understand the emotions contained in these beautiful pupils close to his eyes.

At first it was godless, depressed and sad.

Then came the surprise, but it was fleeting.

After that, there was panic and embarrassment.

"Oh! Don, Don! You, you, you woke up!"

Vivienne, who had been gently leaning against Dawn, bounced away quickly, faltering and trying to say something, but thought she was too flustered, as if she bit her tongue.

But then, she calmed down a little bit.

Even if the sticker on the forehead with Donne is discovered, it seems that it is not worth the panic, right?