Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 123, Section 060: Gluttony
a week ago.

Hongdou Gate, diagonally opposite the Kira Grand Hotel.

People were coming and going at the street corner across the street.

Steaming white mist rises into the sky, leaving behind the gurgling sound of boiling water.

The mechanical horn heralded the start of a new day—

By evening.

"The grand opening of District 9 Food is here! All items are on sale. Thank you for your support, folks!"

The shop owner was a man with slightly messy hair, standing at the door waiting for customers to come and dine. The doorman next to him was also good-looking and was handing out flyers to passersby.

"Sir, take a look! This is a specialty of District Nine, authentic rice noodle rolls!" The child spoke these words fluently, clearly having done his homework.

The owner's cooking utensils were displayed at the entrance of the shop, attracting many diners to stop and watch.

"What is that loudspeaker saying?"

"do not know."

Yan Wuxun, of course, had no idea what they were wondering about; he had no idea what the loudspeaker was saying.

In fact, he simply threw Chinese text onto a translation website, and it's still unknown whether the translated result is human or ghost.

It sounds fluent in Chinese, but when used in Japanese, it sounds as awkward as a haphazardly pieced-together sentence from an asthmatic elderly person.

"What is this?" a diner asked.

"Rice noodle roll." Yan Wuxun had specifically practiced the Japanese pronunciation of this thing using translation software, clearly having made ample preparations.

"Rice noodles?" The customer looked at him with suspicion. (In translation software, "肠粉" is translated as "米粉" in Japanese.)
Seeing that the other party could understand his rudimentary language, Yan Wuxun quickly nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes."

The diners frowned; they had never seen such a dish before.

Is this... still rice noodles? Although the rice paste is clearly visible.

After a whole day of running around, only a few kids who heard about the cheap food and drinks managed to sneak in; the rest of the aunties who went grocery shopping and the office workers wouldn't even linger there.

A bad start.

Yan Wuxun wondered if he should borrow a reverb from the audio shop next door, lay out a red carpet, arrange two bouquets of flowers, create a festive red atmosphere, and then play a recording of "Good Luck".

Which link is the problem?
Looking at the deserted shop, Yan Wuxun fell into deep thought.

Douzi tried his best to advertise, but unfortunately his Japanese was only so-so. He could only offer a simple, honest smile after handing out flyers, and he knew nothing about the customers' questions.

“It doesn’t make sense. I’ve done the calculations. It’s an auspicious day, a prime location. There’s no reason why it shouldn’t be a hit.” Yan Wuxun frowned.

So there weren't even any children in the afternoon.

Yan Wuxun, showing little interest, looked at the vibrant beans, opened the refrigerator, took out a can of cola, and gulped it down.
"Looks like it's gotten cold." He said, looking at the chilled cola, his words carrying a double meaning.

After handing out the flyers, Douzi said excitedly, "Really? Rice noodle rolls are really delicious!"

"Hmph, they don't know anything," Yan Wuxun muttered. "Douzi, are you hungry? I'll cook you something."

"Great!" Douzi beamed with joy at the prospect of food. "Add meat, eggs, and skin! No scallions, and lots of preserved radish!"

"You're still being picky, kid!" Yan Wuxun laughed, but then his face fell. The rent and the machines were all bought with borrowed money, and the business would go bankrupt soon.

"No, no, no," Douzi comforted her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wuxun saw a skinny young man with unsteady steps, walking unsteadily, with lifeless eyes, somewhat like a zombie from legend.

Yan Wuxun was terrified. In broad daylight, he had finally found a living person, only to see him like this. "Amitabha, please let this disaster pass," he thought, "I must get away from here as soon as possible."

Perhaps heaven heard his prayers, for the man finally collapsed at the entrance of the rice noodle roll shop.

Douzi rushed over: "Are you alright?"

Yan Wuxun quickly stopped him: "Hey! Be careful!"

He peeked out and looked himself over.

The other person's eyes were lifeless, his appearance was disheveled, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, indicating that a fierce fight had taken place nearby.

Suddenly, the thin boy opened his eyes, and before Yan Wuxun could react, he opened his mouth and bit Yan Wuxun's hand.

Yan Wuxun felt a sharp pain in his arm and instantly let out a pig-like scream: "Waaaaaah! My hand!"

His current destiny is not that mysterious invincible ability.

"Brother Xun!" Douzi exclaimed anxiously.

Glutton's eyes were bloodshot. He took a bite but found that there was something between his clothes and his mouth, so he grabbed Yan Wuxun's elbow tightly. He felt very hungry, but nothing he ate could relieve his hunger.

"Damn, this guy is a White Walker!" Yan Wuxun was so scared that tears were about to fall. It wasn't even dark yet, and this thing was hurting people in broad daylight. How could it be so arrogant!
And if you get bitten by a White Walker... you'll turn into a White Walker!

Yan Wuxun cried his heart out. Seeing that he was going to die, he had a sudden evil thought. He twisted the guy with his elbow and found that he was very thin and weak.

"I told you not to bite me!" He flung his hand, slamming the other person onto the rice noodle roll machine. White steam, carrying a rich aroma, leaked continuously from the machine's gaps.

Binge eating disregarded Yan Wuxun. Influenced by neurotoxins, he was only interested in food. He grabbed a piece of rice noodle roll from a drawer and ate it without caring whether it was hot or not.

"You're still eating my food!"

Yan Wuxun was enraged. When he was angry, he was always fearless. He put one hand on Gluttony's shoulder and said, "Do you really think I, the Fate Chaser, am easy to mess with? Watch me take away your life essence and make you die on the spot!"

This was definitely his most successful acquisition.

It was also related to the fact that the other party was completely unprepared and focused solely on biting the metal sheet.

Five minutes later, Yan Wuxun shuddered and guided the life-ordaining message into his body.

"What the hell is this?!" Yan Wuxun cursed.

What utterly rubbish this is!
[Eating without knowing your stomach]

The possessor will lose their sense of taste; all kinds of delicacies will smell delicious, but taste like plain water. As a result, the possessor will develop a lifelong aversion to food and will be highly likely to reduce their food intake, eventually becoming emaciated and dying.

Passive: The alienated stomach no longer stores food, but has the capacity to store a larger amount of food.

Luckily, I am the one who controls destiny, otherwise, if the chef lost his sense of taste, wouldn't that be the death of me!
He kicked the freeloader angrily.

Binge eating is like being struck by lightning.

His face was blank as he chewed on the rice noodle roll skin, and suddenly tears streamed down his face. He carefully removed the sticky bits of rice noodle roll, not daring to waste a single piece.

Even if it's just a mixture of eggs and meat, he can chew it for a long time, slowly making whimpering sounds.

Douzi couldn't bear it and stopped Yan Wuxun from punching and kicking him: "Brother Xun, stop it, he's crying..."

Binge eating finally brought a sense of fullness and enjoyment.

If you can eat your fill, the hunger toxins will be eliminated, and you won't starve to death.

Nothing could be happier than this moment.

So this is what taste buds feel like, so this is what minced meat and eggs taste like, and tears taste like saltiness...

The return of taste buds is like a gift from God; a riot of flavors explodes on his tongue, and all misfortune and curse vanish in that moment.

He looked at Yan Wuxun, his eyes brimming with tears.

"What are you doing!" Yan Wuxun felt uneasy under their gaze. "You have to pay!"

"Boom, boom, boom."

Gluttonous kowtowed three times heavily in the direction of Yan Wuxun.

"One more, please!"

"?" Yan Wuxun looked at him, then suddenly realized that he had pulled out the life-giving word, so he must have tasted it. Was it really necessary? It was just a rice noodle roll without any sauce!
He put aside his displeasure and declared with great pride, "Let me show you the unique cuisine from the mysterious District 9! Watch closely!"

Yan Wuxun pulled the box at lightning speed, brushed oil and poured rice batter, brushing on the first layer and then the second. His nimble movements were like those of a seasoned chef. He cracked eggs and mixed minced meat, making a clanging sound, and sprinkled it on the half-cooked rice batter. He grabbed a handful of scallions and preserved radish, and while it was still fresh out of the oven, he used a scraper to scrape it up and down, rolled and pinched it, and immediately plated it.

The main event is coming!
The uniquely prepared sauce, gleaming golden, is poured over the tender white rice noodle rolls with a single scoop of the large spoon. It's neither sticky nor greasy, making it incredibly tempting.

Binge eating made his eyes light up.

He carefully pinched off a piece, put it to his mouth and ate it. It was smooth and refreshing, and occasionally he would chew on something like pickled radish, which was crisp and crunchy.

It's salty with a hint of sweetness, just like tears.

As I ate, tears involuntarily streamed down my face again.

"Hey, don't cry." Yan Wuxun couldn't hold back his tears. "I haven't even settled the score with you for biting me yet!"

"Brother Xun, those are rubber gloves, they're not torn!" Douzi reminded him.

Yan Wuxun glanced at it and chuckled; it was indeed true.

He was somewhat pleased, but then he remembered that the boy didn't have a lifeline. Unlike humans, White Walkers can grow back without a lifeline, but White Walkers without a lifeline are like humans starving to death.

Moreover, this kid doesn't seem like a particularly wicked person.

Having a unique appreciation for food can only be described as having good taste or being born into wealth; but having gratitude for food is a sign of a kind heart.

"Bring that fat girl from the backyard!" he called to Douzi.

Douzi trotted over and quickly brought the boots back. The orange cat groggily opened its eyes and saw Yan Wuxun touching it all over.

Ignoring the boots' lifeless expression, Yan Wuxun finally found a word and helped the gluttonous man, who was endlessly chewing, put it on.

Binge eating paused, taken aback.

"Don't move, I'm trying to keep you alive."

Yan Wuxun said irritably.

Seeing that the other party meant no harm, the glutton continued to indulge in the delicious taste.

"You got off easy, kid."

Yan Wuxun cursed and took out the most precious of all his preordained words.

【Food is prosperous and good luck】.

Abundant food and auspicious meals symbolize an inexhaustible supply of delicious food and good fortune. Savoring the food attentively will bring rewards in return. A person with a deep love and devotion to food will further enhance their luck and experience the joy that food brings.

If you can't hit him with your gun, it might be because he ate a chicken leg.

After binge eating, feeling completely satisfied, one slowly lies down.

"Brother Xun!" Douzi panicked a little.

"It's alright. I just changed my name and I'm still mentally exhausted from the adjustment period. A good night's sleep will help."

(End of this chapter)