The Meal I Wanted Chapter 8

The cold wind has reached the point where it can squeeze in through the gaps in the window sill, and the daily food has changed from small stir-fries and the like to dishes that can better keep warm.

In this kind of weather, Kamiyauri just wants to eat something warm, such as oden or sukiyaki, food that takes time to become delicious.

But the separation came so quickly. Dylan would leave the next day to do other tasks, the time was not determined.

In fact, it was something that could have been expected. Aaron Kamiya was holding a spoon and stirring the stew in front of him. It was impossible for the organization to let an excellent sniper take care of an experimental subject who had not received feedback for the time being, so who would be next.

I probably won’t have such delicious food for a long time.

The stew is still hot when it arrives here, so you can burn your hands if you're not careful while eating it. With a hiss, Aaron Kamiya put down the spoon and wiped the soup off the back of his hand, revealing some reddish skin.

Unexpectedly, I got the first bite on the back of my hand before I could eat it.

Dylan went to the sink to wet the handkerchief, returned to Kamiyauri, grabbed the back of the other person's hand that was still lowering his head and blowing air gently, and gently applied the handkerchief stained with cold water to the red spots.

Some hot wounds were healed by the coolness.

"Anyway, you won't leave until tomorrow. Please bring me some oden this afternoon." Aaron Kamiya held the burnt handkerchief together with the steamy handkerchief.

He thought, at least let him do something in the end.

The other person knelt down in front of him and didn't say anything. He just handed out the spoon on the table and said, "Okay, eat it quickly. The stew should be eaten while it's hot."

Aaron Kamiya took the spoon, picked up a spoonful of vegetables and put it directly into his mouth. As a result, he was almost speechless due to the burn. He exhaled and it took a while before he swallowed it.

He opened his mouth slightly, spit out a small piece of red tongue, and spat out a single syllable indistinctly: "Hot..."

The other party sat cross-legged opposite him, with his slender fingers casually resting on his knees, looking at him with a smile in his eyes: "You still need to blow it a little while it's hot."

He didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't that what you said about eating it while it's hot?

The spoon changed its owner again, and with a soft clinking sound, a spoonful of stew that was blown to the right temperature was brought to his mouth.

Kamiyauri chewed the stew in his mouth and said vaguely: "Dylan, you have to take good care of those two little fishes, but you can't keep them to death."

Next came another spoonful of stew, and he tilted his head and whispered back, "Okay."

"Did you name them?"

Dylan stopped stirring the stew, and the light fell on him with an unexplained smell, "Not yet."

Why not name it. Aaron Kamiya snatched the lunch box and spoon from the opponent's hand, and started eating by himself.

"Let's call them Xiaohong and Xiaohei." Dylan patted his lowered head and said helplessly.

He raised his head, revealing his bulging cheeks, moving and chewing, then reluctantly swallowed and said, "Then if you name it, you will be able to bear their lives better."

He only knows that after taking a name, he completely belongs to the other person. With a little bit of bondage, maybe he will pay more attention to his life.

Dylan looked at him for a while, then stood up and said, "I really lost to you."

"Um."

"In exchange, can you promise me to be kind to yourself?"

The spoon scraped against the lunch box and made a sharp sound. Aaron Kamiya clenched the handle of the spoon. It was obviously a request that sounded easy, and it was even a request for his own good, but he still found it difficult to answer.

How much he wants to tell the other person that the person in front of you is not worth it at all. He is a sinner who killed his friends. But how can you tell, subconsciously I am afraid that the other person will stay away.

The upright Theo Zhu would never get close to himself like this.

He didn't speak until the other party left.

However, in the afternoon, Theo Zhu did not come.

Agreements are inherently fragile and will always be broken for no apparent reason. In fact, he could understand that it was just that the winery's task time had been advanced.

He shouldn't be sad, it's just that the sense of anticipation seems to be missing.

"That's good." Aaron Kamiya leaned against the wall, still looking at the door not far away.

Waiting for the door in front of you to open suddenly at a certain time.

It turned out that the person who opened the door was not the person he thought, but ---

Vincent.

Dressed in black, he walked steadily, with enough coldness rolling in every step. His silver hair was casually draped behind his back, and the black hat he wore blocked all the light. He stared at everything in front of him with sharp eyes in the shadows. In short, it is a arrogant style.

With his signature sneer, he pushed open the door and looked at Aaron Kamiya condescendingly, "Little madman, are you sad that your dog is gone?"

He poked the wall with the cigarette between his fingers, and in a few steps he came to Kamiyauri. He leaned down and pinched his face. His breath was filled with a strong smell of smoke mixed with a hint of mint, which almost made people dizzy. "Look at you like this."

Aaron Kamiya looked at the other party mockingly and mouthed silently, "Little wolf dog."

Who he thought he was was just a wolfdog raised in a winery.

"The mouth is still as hard as ever." Vincent squeezed Kamiyari's face tightly, turning it from white to red, and he was physically stimulated to a rational blush.

It's this look every time, so people can't help but look at other expressions.

It turned out that there was another expression. That day when Aaron Kamiya went out, he could clearly see it. It turned out that this little madman could still smile at others.

After a while, Vincent let go of his face, folded his hands and looked down at him, "Have you been stable for too long, and you have lost that crazy energy?"

...

"What? He wouldn't do this to you, right?"

What is Vincent going crazy about? There is a feeling that I am seeking something. No, I should be overthinking it. How could such a person do this?

Kamiyauri narrowed his eyes, rubbed his red face, and then rushed out and threw a punch, but Vincent turned his head to avoid it and got stuck in the opponent's hand.

The bent elbow was also blocked by the opponent, and was locked in his arms honestly.

Aaron Kamiya's arms were pushed against the wall, and the cold wall pressed against his face, even ignoring the skin that penetrated the clothes.

Vincent leaned into his ear and said sarcastically, "Little madman, do you think I will be the same as before?"

"Really?" Aaron Kamiya raised his foot and stepped on it.

The severe pain made Vincent relax, but the subconsciousness brought by his rich experience directly strangled Aaron Kamiya's neck.

As soon as he turned around, his neck was strangled. He resisted the sudden suffocation on his neck and said with a smile: "Can you do it? It's just a dog."

"Don't think I don't dare." Vincent increased his intensity and got closer to the other person's face.

"Then do it." The reply came in a breathy voice, "Your boss won't agree."

"I'm not interested in little lunatics who have no desire to live." Vincent let go of his hand, threw the person to the ground, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, put it to his mouth, and lit it.

"Really, little puppy." Aaron Kamiya covered his neck, still making a provocative sound.

"Bang---" Vincent kicked the wall and said coldly: "Don't try to anger me."

Then Vincent squatted down and looked at Kamiyauri, and when he exhaled, all the smoke fell on his face, "Who is your current guardian? I think it's called Dylan, right?"

...

"Do you think he can come back alive? The BOSS asked him to deal with a certain official."

The next second, Vincent shouted towards the door: "Max."

A sturdy man in black walked in and whispered: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Take him to the laboratory." Vincent looked down at Kamiya Ri who was leaning against the wall, "Remember to prepare something to eat for this little lunatic."

He didn't want the experiment to fail because the other person was hungry during the experiment.