bookbashuk Chapter 76 Farusan's cozy dinner: coconut charcoal pancakes—no, slightly culinary disaster.
Chapter 76 Farusan's cozy dinner: coconut charcoal pancakes—no, slightly culinary disaster.
Chapter 76 Farusan's cozy dinner: coconut charcoal pancakes—no, slightly culinary disaster.
Soon, warm lights illuminated the kitchen, and the sounds of chopping vegetables and the clinking of spatulas filled the air.
Before long, a coconut charcoal pancake and a sauce similar to the soup were served.
Oh no, the coconut charcoal cakes made by Farusan should be called traditional secret recipe coconut charcoal cakes.
It tastes like it did a hundred years ago.
"Eat." Farusan placed the cutlery in front of him, then sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand, watching. "Thank you, senpai!"
Although he said thank you, Chen Bo hesitated a bit. He had to admit that the presentation was really just so-so.
This is something that Paimon doesn't seem to like to eat.
Seemingly sensing Chen Bo's hesitation, Farusan said, "This is a traditional method from Xumi a hundred years ago, I guarantee it will be delicious."
Chen Bo felt he couldn't afford to upset his senior today, so he immediately started cooking.
If you eat the pancake directly, it's a bit dry, but it's quite good when you dip it in sauce, hahaha.
It wasn't bad, but the presentation really made a bad impression.
Chen Bo quickly downloaded the CD.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Farusan couldn't help but scold him as she watched him wolf down his food. "You eat so rudely, you have no elegance of a scholar at all."
Although she expressed her disdain, her eyes softened unconsciously.
The house, which had been empty for many years, finally came alive with the warmth of human presence once again.
After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Bo felt quite comfortable.
Farusan led him to a guest room on the second floor.
"You'll be living here from now on."
Chen Bo pushed open the door. The room was small, but it was spotless.
The bedding on the bed was brand new, and on the desk, an exquisite antique coffee set reflected a warm luster under the light.
The whole room was decorated in a very cozy style.
The senior must have put a lot of thought into preparing this room.
Chen Bo felt a warmth in his heart and sincerely thanked him again: "Thank you, senior."
"Good to know." Farusan leaned against the door frame, a smug look on her face.
As Chen Bo was about to go inside to rest, she suddenly held up three fingers and said with a serious expression.
"Now that you've moved in, you must abide by my rules."
"First, you are not allowed to conduct any dangerous experiments in your living room, especially the kind that could explode. I will prepare a laboratory for you."
"Second, you must come back on time every day, no later than 11 p.m.
"Third—we'll talk about the third one later. Anyway, here, you have to listen to me."
"Understood!" Chen Bo immediately stood at attention, just like he had been trained during military training.
Seeing his funny antics, Farusan couldn't help but laugh.
Chen Bo closed the door, took a quick shower, and then sank into the soft bed, letting out a long, comfortable sigh.
At that moment, Nasita's voice rang in his ears.
"It seems that human communal living is indeed very interesting. Judging from the details of the room, Farusan has prepared a lot of things. The cups on the table seem to be in the style that was popular a hundred years ago. She must have found them in the storage cabinet and wiped them for a long time."
"It must have taken several hours to make the room so cozy."
"Is this how seniors and juniors always interact among humans?" Nasita asked curiously. "So, am I your senior or your junior?"
Chen Bo looked at the ceiling and smiled: "Maybe he's a senior, maybe he's a junior."
There's no fixed pattern to the relationships between people.
By the way, how much favorability does Farusan have?
Chen Bo opened the system panel and glanced at Farusan's favorability rating.
【Falusan, Affection Level: 60 (Close Friend)】
Good news, it's only 60. There's still a long way to go before it reaches 70, so it's not a big problem.
Chen Bo just breathed a sigh of relief when a system notification popped up.
[Note: Affection level is 10 for ordinary friends and 40 for close friends. Most couples in love maintain a stable affection level between 40 and 50. Affection level of 60 indicates a trusted family member or a very loving couple.]
[Affection Level 100: God loves the world, but I only love you. At this level, I wouldn't hesitate to give my life for you.]
Chen Bo: "————"
He stared at the line of small print, his whole body frozen in place.
Wow, 60 is already that high?!
How come it's rising so fast? I don't think I've done anything.
It was just that for a period of time he kept pestering Farusan for lessons.
Chen Bo suddenly remembered that there was a scene where Farusan complained that Tinari and Seno went to the desert without inviting her.
So, does Farusan actually have a feeling of being needed?
He spent all his time seeking her help with his studies, thus fulfilling her need to feel needed.
Speaking of which, Farusan hasn't had a single student during this period.
The next room.
Farusian lay in bed, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.
She could clearly hear the slight noises coming from the next room; it was her junior colleague washing up and tidying up.
Although I still live alone in my room, these noises and activity bring a sense of warmth and life to the place.
Then the feeling of loneliness disappeared.
Farusan drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips.
The next morning, Chen Bo was awakened by a bitter, burnt smell.
It looked like something had been overcooked and burned.
He opened his eyes, still a little groggy, got up and went downstairs, where he found Farusan in the living room, dressed in casual home clothes, making coffee.
Seeing Chen Bo come down, Farusan immediately poured him a cup and said, "You're awake? Perfect timing! Come and try the most authentic hand-ground coffee from a hundred years ago that I prepared for you myself."
Chen Bo sat up and looked at the bottomless black liquid in the glass. The surface didn't even have much of an oily sheen; only a bitter taste wafted out.
The presentation is so good that it looks like a pot of Chinese medicine.
No, and nobody said that living at Farusan's house meant eating weird food.
Drinking coffee in the morning isn't right either.
I don't know if it tastes good or not, but its appearance certainly doesn't look appetizing.
I wonder which is more potent, the coffee or Himeko's?
If you have the chance, you must let Farusan try Himeko's coffee.
His will to survive was driving him to frantically call the police.
"Senior, it's so kind of you to come so early in the morning." Chen Bo forced a grateful smile.
"Hmph, good to know." Farusan handed him the cup, crossed her arms, and looked like she was waiting for praise. "This is an ancient secret recipe. You can't even drink it now. You're lucky to have met me."
Looking into his senior's expectant eyes, Chen Bo steeled himself, closed his eyes, picked up the cup, and downed it in one gulp.
"Hmm!"
An indescribable bitterness exploded in my mouth, spreading from the tip of my tongue all the way to the back of my throat—it really was the true taste of coffee.
Drinking it down in one gulp is torture; drinking it down little by little is a long, drawn-out torture.
"How is it?" Farusan asked expectantly.
Chen Bo, suppressing the twitching of his facial muscles, gave Farusan a thumbs up, his eyes sincere: "It's delicious! I feel completely refreshed."