The next day, Dior, who had a good sleep, was woken up by the phone.

"Hey, Bro! Are you in the restaurant? Open the door for me quickly!"

"Will? Where have you been these days? Do you know? If I can't find you again today, I'll call the police!" Dior walked outside while putting on his clothes, and also glanced at the time on his phone.

10:12!

It was noon soon, and he slept for more than ten hours this time. No wonder Will had a bad temper.

His good brother lost contact and did not know his life or death, but he was sleeping lazily, and anyone else would feel a little unhappy.

Fortunately, the relationship between the two was there, so they wouldn't be really angry because of this little thing. Moreover, dozens of missed calls from Dior on their phones could not be faked. So when Dior opened the restaurant door with his clothes and slippers, Will had forgotten the little complaints he had just now and gave him a hug excitedly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Please stay away from me. Don't you know how bad the smell on you is? Or have you experienced the life of a homeless man these days and slept in the garbage dump?"

Dior, who was not a ki, immediately pushed Will away with disgust. He knew that Will was excited at this time probably because he escaped from death. After all, it would be difficult for any ordinary person to remain calm after witnessing such a surreal scene with his own eyes, even though several days have passed.

"Oh, Fark! We are good brothers! You actually dislike me!"

It's okay if Dior doesn't say it, the more he dislikes it, the more he becomes, and he's moving forward desperately, as if he's venting his emotions in this way.

"OK, OK! My fault! I'll prepare some food for you. You can wash it in there first. There are spare items in the cabinet, and you can get it yourself. When you come out, we will talk about what happened in the past few days." Dior took Will in, and then locked the door casually. He stopped doing business at noon today, and was so willful.

In fact, even if he is open normally, there are probably no customers. If Jenny or Jessica brings him a guest, she will definitely call to make an appointment in advance.

Fortunately, Will also knows how bad the smell on his body has been in the past few days, so he immediately found a towel or something to clean it.

Because I wanted to live in the restaurant, while renovating the bedroom, Dior also installed a shower in the bathroom. Although it was a bit simple, it was enough to ensure his own hygiene problems.

There is really no such mass bathing pool in the United States, otherwise he would definitely take Will to take a good bath, which would be so comfortable.

Although he lives in the United States now, many of Dior's habits in his previous life were still affecting him.

The sound of water flowing quickly, and Dior also entered the kitchen and started to be busy.

After being arrested, Will was beaten a lot by the group of people, so the bruises on his face have not yet gone down, so Dior was preparing to make some sanitation meals to help him recover.

Of course, the most essential thing to cook is his poor substitute [Pearl Jam]...

A few small tomatoes quickly put them into the cut ingredients, and then it was Dior's turn to show off.

You don’t need to be so particular about cooking for your own people. Basically, he will use whatever ingredients are left in the refrigerator.

It didn't take long, a dish of Kung Pao chicken, a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a dish of spicy chicken were prepared. The reason they all brought "chicken" was because there was a lot of chicken left...

At this time, Will, who was already hungry outside the kitchen, was already hungry and his back cavity was already in a state of scent, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

To be honest, he hadn't eaten the dishes made by Dior before, but it was just in an ordinary way, even worse than his mother. But since he came back after saving his life, Dior's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Last time, most of his mind was shocked by the magical effect. Now, when you think about it, it's really delicious and tasteless!

"I'm bored. You can eat these dishes first. It will be good for your injury. I'll get some food for myself." Dior brought the dishes and put the rice cooker on the table. Will hurried to get the dishes and didn't be polite to him. He smelled the fragrance of rice and added a large bowl to himself, and then made it like a hungry wolf!

Judging from Will's proficiency in using chopsticks, he is afraid he is a fake black man.

After all, I met Dior's family since I was a child, so I have become more oriental. Compared to knife and fork steak, he prefers to eat authentic Chinese food with chopsticks.

Dior thinks this is the correct way to export culture, but there are still too few positive examples like Will, and more Westerners still accept the magical Chinese food.

Soon, there was another busy sound from the kitchen.

At noon, Dior wanted to eat it simple, so he made a braised pork for himself, then took a photo of cucumber, and added some more minced garlic to relieve the greasiness.

However, when he prepared his own lunch and prepared to come out for dinner, he was shocked!

"It's gone!?Don't tell me that you've eaten all the whole pot of rice alone?"

Looking at the dish plate that was cleaner than a dog licked and the rice cooker that could not be scraped off even a grain of rice, Dior's face turned black instantly, and he became a little amused and crying.

He was not worried about the harm [Pearl Jam] would have to the human body. He was afraid that Will would be able to endure him to death!

"Dio, hiccup, where did you buy the rice? It's so delicious. Of course the food is even better. I finished it if I didn't pay attention."

At this time, Will held his obviously supported belly with both hands and lay on the chair, looking satisfied and had no image at all.

Dior looked at him laughing and crying, not knowing what to say.

This is the amount of five adults. Dior's appetite has increased sharply recently and is about to "no longer be a human being". Will has always been a big belly and is very edible, so he specially cooked more food, but unexpectedly he got into Will's stomach.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Suddenly, Will's expression began to twist, and he felt like many parts of his body were on fire, hot and painful.

"Stop calling, this is the beginning of treatment. It will be better if the pain is a little bit better, hold it back."

This guy made him have to go and cook again. Dior naturally had no worries and took his dishes back to the kitchen. It took more than ten minutes to stew the rice. He was going to put it in the insulation box first to save it from being cold for a while.

Behind him was Will's sound of gasping for a while. At this moment, he really wanted to say that the injury on his body could be incurable. It hurts so much!

Not only did it hurt, but also started vomiting as it hurts.

A foul stench suddenly filled the restaurant...
Chapter completed!