The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 13 An Old Photo

“Slurp, slurp…”

"Oh my god, this fried rice smells so good."

"Guru Guru~"

"Hey you little guy, you're still trying to snatch it from me!"

“Slurp, slurp…”

In a trance, Qin Lang seemed to hear a slightly familiar man's voice sounding not far away, and at the same time there was a "smacking" sound.

His consciousness quickly returned from the darkness and he opened his eyes.

"Who's smacking their lips?"

Qin Lang spoke subconsciously while struggling to sit up.

The smacking sound suddenly stopped, and Zhao Chuan's voice, a bit unclear, came from the side, "Xiao Qin is awake?"

"Grandpa Zhao?" Qin Lang turned his head suddenly and saw Zhao Chuan eating a plate of egg fried rice beside him. He was stunned for a moment.

"Um..." Zhao Chuan noticed Qin Lang's gaze and quickly explained, "I originally came to you to inspect the furniture, but I knocked on the door for a long time and no one opened it. I was worried that something might have happened to you, so I used the spare key to come in and check."

"Oh..." Qin Lang nodded, "This fried rice..."

"Ahaha, fried rice!" Zhao Chuan smiled awkwardly, "This fried rice must be eaten while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold."

As he said that, he suddenly put the last bite of fried rice into his mouth, as if he was afraid that Qin Lang would take the fried rice back the next second.

"Gurgle gurgle~" A guy about the size of a football bumped into Zhao Chuan's arm with an unfriendly expression.

Only then did Qin Lang notice the third person in the room.

It had a milky white, translucent spherical body, an egg yolk-like face growing inside, a pair of big fluffy yellow ears, and a large ellipsoidal tail hanging behind it. It was a very peculiar little creature.

"Grandpa Zhao, is this your food spirit?"

"My food spirit?" Zhao Chuan wiped his mouth and spoke happily.

"No, this is your food spirit."

Qin Lang: “?”

The memories before he fell into a coma gradually returned, and Qin Lang remembered that he had felt the turbulence of the Tianshu Star Vein just before he fell into a coma.

At that time, he had just finished serving the egg fried rice.

and many more…

Egg fried rice?!

Looking at the food spirit slowly floating towards him with an intimate look, Qin Lang's expression instantly became wonderful.

He remembered that in order to transform a spirit embryo into a food spirit, the spirit chef needed to concentrate on cooking the dish and actively communicate with the spirit embryo in the star veins. Not just any dish could be transformed into a food spirit, right?

how come…

Thinking of how he cooked egg fried rice, Qin Lang fell silent.

Could it be that a similar fit was reached unconsciously?

A soft touch on his cheek brought Qin Lang back to his senses. Turning his head, he saw the newly born food spirit looking at him with an intimate expression.

Through the star veins, Qin Lang could clearly feel the inseparable connection between himself and the other party.

Forget it, let’s just have egg fried rice.

Qin Lang carefully picked up the little food spirit, with a bit of novelty and joy in his eyes, as if he was holding his own child.

"Shall I give you a name?"

Little Food Spirit nodded heavily.

“Gurgle! (≧≦)”

Because of its shape, its external body does not move when it nods, only the small egg yolk face inside moves up and down.

There is an inexplicable rationality in the novelty.

Looking at its egg-like appearance and thinking about the fact that it originated from egg fried rice, Qin Lang smiled, "What do you think of Egg Treasure?"

"Gurgle~" Hearing the recognition and joy in Danbao's voice, the smile on Qin Lang's face became even deeper.

He was about to say something when he was interrupted by a "grunt".

It wasn't Eggboy who made the sound, it was his stomach.

Qin Lang touched his stomach and then remembered that he had not eaten dinner yet.

The reason why he fainted before was because giving birth to a food spirit required a lot of physical energy, and his body was already a little malnourished.

He was already a little hungry, and now after waking up from his coma, he felt very hungry.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chuan on the side also felt a little embarrassed.

After discovering that Qin Lang was unconscious, he and Danbao immediately helped Qin Lang to the sofa to rest. While watching over Qin Lang and looking at the fried rice, he couldn't control himself no matter what.

I originally planned to take just one bite, but after taking one, I had a second bite, and a third bite...

In the end, he ate up all of Qin Lang's dinner.

Fortunately, Zhao Chuan quickly thought of a remedy.

"Xiao Qin, Grandpa Zhao ate your dinner, so you can come to my house to eat tonight." Zhao Chuan said with a smile, "Your Grandma Liu has probably already prepared the meal, so you can eat more later."

"Okay." The hunger made Qin Lang unable to say no.

If he made another dinner, he was afraid that he would faint from hunger before he finished it.
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"You old thing, you even want to steal the children's dinner!"

When Zhao Chuan returned home, he was, as expected, severely scolded by Liu Suyun who knew what had happened.

Zhao Chuan knew he was in the wrong and sat at the dining table pretending to be a quail.

With a light snort, Liu Suyun turned to look at Qin Lang, and the face that was somewhat angry was replaced by a kind smile in an instant.

"Xiao Qin, eat more."

As she spoke, she picked up some food for Qin Lang until his bowl was piled high.

"Is it enough? If not, I'll get two more dishes."

"Enough, enough!" Qin Lang hurriedly stopped the other party, "Grandma Liu, the dishes you cook are delicious. There are already a lot of them. I can eat a lot."

"That's good." Liu Suyun nodded with a smile, looking at Danbao who was sticking his head out of his body to show off his fans.

"That's great! Xiao Qin has become a Royal Spirit Chef now."

"My granddaughter also recently became a Royal Spirit Chef. She said a few days ago that she wanted to come and visit us."

"Then you can get to know each other."

Qin Lang paused while eating. "Grandma Liu, your granddaughter?"

"That's right." Liu Suyun nodded.

Qin Lang understood.

As far as he could remember, Zhao Chuan and his wife had a son who was developing in another place, and his granddaughter was about the same age as him, but he had never seen her.

"Okay." Qin Lang nodded in agreement, and quickly finished the rice in the bowl amid Liu Suyun's increasingly kind smile.

"Grandma will clean up the dishes. You can chat with your Grandpa Zhao for a while." Liu Suyun stopped Qin Lang who was about to help clean up, glared at Zhao Chuan who was sitting next to her, and quickly cleaned up the dishes and went back to the kitchen to get busy.

The guest should follow the host's wishes. Qin Lang held Danbao and chatted with Zhao Chuan.

Although he had rented a house for several years, Qin Lang did not visit Zhao Chuan's home very often.

As he chatted, he looked around curiously, and his eyes finally fell on a shelf next to the TV.

On the shelf, there is an old photo frame.

"Grandpa Zhao, what is that photo frame?"

"Your grandmother Liu and I took this photo many years ago." Zhao Chuan took it down with a smile and handed it to Qin Lang, "That's where we first met."

Qin Lang looked at the photo, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

In a corner of the background of the photo, he saw a stone sculpture of a carrier pigeon.

(End of this chapter)