novelhk Chapter 332 Rice and the Taste of Home
Chapter 332 Rice and the Taste of Home
Chapter 332 Rice and the Taste of Home
A few hours ago.
In a small warehouse in a gun factory that had been temporarily converted into a workshop.
The space was simply divided into two parts by wooden planks. One part was a purely work area, where Lorne used to draw on paper and handcraft guns.
The other part is a simple living area, with some basic necessities, a few changes of clothes, and even a small gas stove and a set of basic kitchen utensils.
After all, he sometimes needs to conduct business in his office, and it would be inappropriate to leave all his personal belongings there.
To Lorne's utter surprise and delight today, he actually found rice in the market. God knows how excited he was when he saw that familiar white grain.
It turns out that Backlund does have rice; I just hadn't gone looking for it before.
Since transmigrating, he's been eating bread every day, to the point where he's almost sick of it. The texture of dark bread, comparable to a brick, goes without saying, but even the reasonably tasty oat bread becomes incredibly tiresome after a while.
Although the rice in this world seems to be a different variety than the rice before I transmigrated, with longer grains, it's still rice!
The only downside was that there was a slight mishap during the rice steaming process, causing the rice at the bottom of the pot to burn a little.
"Sigh, there were no rice cookers in this day and age, so steaming rice on a gas stove was quite a hassle."
Looking at the slightly yellow crust at the bottom of the pot, Lorne felt a pang of heartache, but then he comforted himself.
"Oh well, it's still rice even if it's burnt."
"Moreover, this kind of small gas stove is quite convenient to use."
He turned around and looked at the pile of ingredients on the other side of the cutting board. He had been busy all afternoon trying to test a sudden inspiration that had flashed into his mind, and now it was time to treat himself to a delicious meal.
Stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, shredded potatoes with hot and sour sauce, stir-fried pork with chili peppers —
I was planning to make garlic pork belly, but he used up all the garlic I bought in his afternoon experiment.
Looking at the three dishes and rice laid out on the small table, Lorne almost burst into tears. He picked up the only utensil, a soup spoon, and eagerly scooped up a large mouthful of rice and vegetables, putting it into his mouth.
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"Hmm—the taste is alright, but—"
Lorne chewed, feeling that the dishes tasted slightly different from what he remembered.
"Is it because of the ingredients and seasonings? Or is it because of the tableware? The reason he used a spoon was mainly because he couldn't find chopsticks, and he couldn't find suitable wood to carve a pair for himself in a short time."
Moreover, he wasn't very good at cooking to begin with, and he hadn't cooked at all since he transmigrated so long ago. It was already quite an achievement that he didn't waste the ingredients.
Forget it — what more do I need?
Although it has some flaws, it is still a long-lost taste of home.
Just as Lorne was enjoying the rare delicacy, his spiritual intuition was gently touched.
"Uh... Ms. Sharon?" He stopped what he was doing and tentatively asked the empty corner.
"it's me."
Sharon's signature cool and ethereal voice came from behind, and the next second, her figure, dressed in an elaborate black Gothic court dress and wearing a small soft hat, appeared in the air.
"It's class time now."
Lorne looked up at the uninvited "vengeful spirit" teacher, who was still holding a spoon covered in rice grains.
It seems that's indeed the case; there's class tonight. But this unpredictable way of appearing still made him a little—
"You didn't seem to say hello?" Lorne looked up. "There are no windows here," Sharon replied succinctly.
"The door was also open."
"Uh—" Lorne was speechless.
He did open the warehouse door to let the food air out, and this makeshift workshop did indeed have no windows.
"What are you doing?" Sharon asked, her gaze falling on the small table in front of Lorne.
"As you can see, I'm cooking and eating." Lorne pointed to the several plates of food in front of him that looked quite appetizing. "Want to order some?"
"I can go two weeks without eating." Sharon's voice was completely flat, but her gaze lingered on the dishes for a moment as she muttered to herself, "I've never seen these dishes before."
Seeing that Sharon wasn't very interested, Lorne shrugged. Actually, while he couldn't go two weeks without food like the "vengeful spirit," he could manage four or five days without eating. Food was more of a psychological need and a source of enjoyment.
"These are all rare delicacies," he said with a hint of pride as he ate, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "although with my current skill level, they are indeed quite mediocre."
He swallowed the food in his mouth and said half-jokingly, "But if someone could cook this kind of meal for me every day in the future, I would probably fall in love with that person without hesitation."
After saying that, he continued to focus on eating the rice in his bowl. Classes could be delayed, but meals couldn't be skipped.
Hmm? Why does it feel like the atmosphere is suddenly a bit off? Lorne abruptly stopped eating.
He turned his head blankly and found that Sharon had landed from the sky at some point and was standing behind him, her blue eyes staring unblinkingly at him and the few plates of food in front of him that were almost empty.
"Sara—Professor Sharon?" Lorne asked tentatively.
Sharon did not reply immediately, but maintained that focused observational posture, as if she was studying something.
"With someone watching me like this, I can't eat much," he added.
This time, Sharon finally responded. She leaned down slightly, bringing her delicate face close to Lorne's, making eye contact with him, and then asked in a cool but serious tone, "May I try some?"
"Y-yes." Lorne nodded, looking slightly bewildered.
"I'll go get you a clean spoon."
Watching Lorne get up, Sharon glanced at the seat Lorne had just sat in, pondered for two seconds, and then silently floated to the other side of the table and sat down quietly.
"The taste is peculiar—but not bad."
After taking small bites of each dish, Sharon gave this assessment.
"Not good, not bad," Lorne understood. He hadn't cooked in a long time, and considering the differences in tastes in this world, this evaluation was already quite good.
"You seem a bit tired today."
Sharon put down her spoon and suddenly asked. She keenly noticed that Lorne showed signs of spiritual depletion, a sign that his spiritual energy had not fully recovered from excessive consumption.
Lorne, who was clearing away the dishes, nodded without hiding anything.
"Well, today I went to the Harvest Church as you recommended—"
He briefly recounted his journey to the Harvest Church, where he accepted a commission from Bishop Utravsky and engaged in a spiritual battle with the "Knight of Dawn."
After saying that, he casually asked about vampires.
"The vampires worship their progenitor, Lilith," Sharon explained. "But according to legend, Lilith perished at the end of the Second Era."
"So, vampires worship a god who has already died?" Lorne suddenly asked with some curiosity.
These vampires have quite a few personalities when it comes to worshipping their dead ancestors.
"Um."
The two also chatted about the "Primal Moon," and Lorne learned that the "Primal Moon" was quite disliked within the vampire clan, being considered an evil god among evil gods and a heretic among heretics.
"Regarding the exploration of the Amon family tomb, I think we should put it on the agenda as soon as possible." Sharon steered the conversation back to business, her tone regaining its usual calm. "The tomb has been discovered for some time now, and it's difficult to completely suppress the news. If we delay any longer, it's very likely to attract the attention of the official Extraordinary Ones, and then the difficulty and risk of exploring it will increase significantly."
"Understood." Lorne nodded slightly. "I'll take action once I've recovered."
"Hmm," Sharon responded, then suddenly her delicate nose twitched slightly, as if she had noticed something. "I feel like the smell here is a little strange."
"Oh, that's the taste of my experiment."
"experiment?"
“That’s right,” Lorne turned around, a mysterious smile on his face, “my panacea experiment.”
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