"Are you... okay?"

As soon as Roman opened the door, he saw Barbara's worried expression.

"Hmm? It's okay, wait... Miss Barbara, I feel like you're cursing me."

Barbara waved her hand in a panic and said, "No...it's just because of the dragon disaster that day, I'm afraid you will be hurt, so I come to see you. Since you're fine, I'll be relieved. That... didn't disturb you."

When a writer creates, he needs a quiet environment.

Just like a pastor is in healing and praying.

Barbara also thought for a long time, and after a struggle in her heart, she was too worried, so she came over to visit Roman.

The girl's heart is romantic.

He said politely: "Well, no, I was just joking with you just now. Why don't you come in and sit down?"

"Okay, it's the first time I've been to Mr. Roman's house, and I always feel like I'm expecting."

Barbara walked from the door to the hall with a ladylike pace.

"Um--"

Although there was no odor, the room was still a little messy.

It is not easy for a man living alone.

Barbara smiled and remembered the past.

Her father, Simon, the bishop of the Westward Church, who is elegant and easy-going, looks glamorous, behind his back, he is a sloppy man with undressing appearance.

Humph, it’s really bad compared to Mr. Roman!

But just because of this, Barbara still respects her father very much.

She was so stunning that she suddenly smelled a scent...

Sniff…

Barbara's delicate nose twitched twice, and she felt very happy when she smelled her favorite smell.

"Is Mr. Roman making the cooking?"

"Oh by the way, I forgot if you don't say it, you can wait here for a while."

Roman suddenly remembered that he was cooking.

He hurried into the kitchen and started operating.

Half an hour later.

Dishes were served one by one.

"Well... it smells so good..."

Barbara's eyes lit up as the red oil floated on the dishes.

That's right...

She has a different dietary taste than her sweet and cute appearance, but she loves spicy food. This is her unknown little secret.

Because this is very different from the taste of their Monds.

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Roman looked at Barbara's mouth and quietly flowed out of a small amount of saliva, and laughed: "This is just an ordinary home-cooked dish."

“Um…”

Barbara stared at the dishes and said intently: "But they look really... delicious...

Hey…hey…?What am I talking about?”

Realizing his loss of composure, Barbara's face turned red.

She lowered her head, but her eyes kept glancing at the dishes.

“Eat it”

Roman added a pair of chopsticks to Barbara.

How to eat Liyue people...

Sure enough, this taste and this way of eating are really what the Witcher says - Roman comes from a different world country that is very similar to the ones.

Before the meal started, Barbara put her hands on her chest, prayed devoutly, and then learned Roman's method to pick up the chopsticks lamely.

It was already hard enough to pick up the chopsticks, and then pick up the slippery tofu, it was really hard.

But the dish with red oil and a scent of people was indeed like a fluffy, twitching Barbara's heart.

"Well, I'll help you."

Unable to see, Roman reached out to help and picked up some tofu for Barbara with public chopsticks.

His gentle behavior made Barbara blush.

But her mouth was honest: "Huff...well--so delicious! Barbara has never eaten such delicious food."

"This is Mapo tofu, using Liyue's seasoning."

"Uh-huh!"

"This is spicy chicken."

“So spicy, I like it!”

"This is spicy and sour potato shreds..."

“…”

Barbara's eyes narrowed happily.

These dishes are very considerate of her taste.

"Mr. Roman, what a great person. These dishes look very complicated..."

Said.

Barbara fell into a dream...

She couldn't help but say, "If I could eat it every day, how great it would be-"

"Um?"

“Hey…”

Barbara covered her face.

I didn't seem to be paying attention and expressed my thoughts.

It's over...

Mr. Roman will definitely think I am a greedy woman.

"That won't work!"

Woo...

Barbara let out a cute whimper.

really…

I was hated by Mr. Roman.

"You have to give money!"

Roman said with a smile.

Want to have sex for free?

It’s acceptable once, but it depends on the relationship twice, three or more times - don’t think about it!

"real!?"

Barbara suddenly felt the whole world brightening up.

She took out a handful of Mora from her pocket and put it on the table.

"In other words, as long as you give money, you can come here casually, right?"

"Of course... not."

Roman doesn't mind any income, but he is also a principled person.

In principle, try to be lazy if you can.

How tiring it is to cook every day.

Looking at Barbara's flattened mouth, Roman couldn't help but smile.

“Maybe you can try to come to me at dinner time, and I might cook myself occasionally.

Most of the time, I order takeout or just eat a little bit of it to deal with it.”
To be continued...