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The next day, Dior, who slept well, woke up on the phone.

“Hey, Bro! Are you in the restaurant? Come on, open the fucking door! ”

“Will? Where have you been these past few days? You know, if I don't find you again today, I'm gonna call the police!” Dior was dressed and walking outside, looking at the time on the phone.

10: 12!

It was almost noon, and he slept for over a dozen hours. No wonder Will's temper was a little grumpy.

His good brother lost contact with life and death, yet he lazily slept in his sleep, and everyone else would feel a little upset.

Fortunately, the relationship between the two of them was there, not really angry because of that little thing, and the dozens of missed calls from Dior on the phone could not be faked, so when Dior opened the restaurant door in his clothes and slippers, Will had forgotten a little bit of his grudge and was very excited to give him a hug.

“Hey, hey, hey! Please stay away from me. Don't you know how bad you smell? Or have you been experiencing the life of a homeless man and slept in a dumpster these past few days? ”

Dior, who wasn't kidding, immediately pushed Will away with disgust, knowing that Will's emotional excitement was probably due to his escape from the dead, after all, it was difficult for any ordinary person to remain calm after witnessing such a surreal scene, even after a few days had passed.

“Oh, Fuck! We're good brothers! You dislike me! ”

Dior doesn't say it's okay, the more he dislikes it, the more vigorous Will will be, dying forward, seemingly exasperating his emotions in this way.

“OK, OK! My mistake! I'll get you something to eat. Go inside and wash it. There's something else in the cabinet. Go get it yourself. When you get out, we'll talk about what's happened in the last few days.” Dior went in with Will and locked the door at random. He stopped doing business this afternoon, that's all.

In fact, even if he was open normally, there would probably be no Guests, and if Jenny or Jessica brought him a Guest, they would definitely call ahead to make an appointment.

Fortunately, Will also knew how bad it smelled in the past few days and immediately found a towel or something to wash.

Because of the need to stay in the dining room, Dior also installed a shower in the bathroom, albeit modest enough to guarantee his own hygiene problems, while renovating the bedroom.

It's true that there's no such thing as a popular bath in America, otherwise he would definitely take Will for a nice bath, which is called a comfort.

Although he now lives in the United States, in fact, many of Dior's previous habits still affect him.

The sound of the water soon sounded and Dior went into the kitchen and started to get busy.

Will was beaten so hard by the gang after his arrest that the bruising on his face was still there, that Dior prepared several sanatoriums to help him regain his energy.

Of course, the most essential part of cooking is his poor double [pearl jam]...

A few little tomatoes flew fast into the cut ingredients, and then it was Dior's turn.

He doesn't have to be so polite about cooking for his own people, basically he uses whatever ingredients are left in the fridge.

Not for long, a Gongbao Chicken Ding, a tomato fried egg, a spicy chicken is ready, the reason it's all brought ‘chicken’ is because there's so much chicken left...

At this time, Will, who is already hungry outside the kitchen, sticks the back of the cavity, after smelling the scent coming from inside, is already sitting on his feet, and his saliva is about to spill out.

Seriously, he hasn't eaten Dior's cooking before, but it's the normal level, which is much worse than his mother's, but since he picked up a life, Dior's cooking level has sobered up. Last time, most of his mind was shaken by that magical effect. Now that I think about it again, it's really delicious, it doesn't taste good!

“I'm bored, you eat these dishes first, it's good for your wounds, I'll go get myself something to eat.” Dior brought the dishes and put the rice cooker all over the table. Will hurried to get the bowls of chopsticks himself. He didn't have to be polite with him. Smell the freshness of the rice and fill himself directly with a large bowl, then make it like a hungry wolf!

Look at Will's proficiency in chopsticks. He's afraid he's a fake nigger.

After all, I've known the Dior family since I was a kid, so I've always preferred Oriental. He prefers chopsticks to authentic Chinese meals.

Dior thinks this is the right way to output culture. There are still too few positive examples like Nehovail, and more Westerners still accept the magic of Chinese food.

Soon, the kitchen heard another busy noise.

Dior wanted to make it easier at noon, so he made himself a red roasted meat, then a cucumber, a little more garlic to relieve.

Yet when he prepared his own lunch, he was shocked!

“Nothing!? Don't tell me you ate it all by yourself? ”

Looking at a dish cleaner than a dog licking and a rice cooker that couldn't scrape off a grain of rice, Dior's face instantly darkened, making him cry a little.

He's not worried about [Pearl Jam] causing any harm to the human body. He's worried about Will, this guy, hanging on to himself!

“Dior, Hiccup, where did you get the rice? It's so delicious. Of course the food is better. I ate it all without paying attention. ”

At this time, Will laid on his back in a chair with his hands on his visibly raised stomach, satisfied with a face that was unimaginable.

Dior couldn't help but smile at him and wonder what to say.

This is the quantity of 5 adults. Dior's recent increase in the quantity of meals is already going to be 'no longer human', and Will has always been a big belly man, very able to eat. That's why he deliberately cooked some more meals, but he didn't expect them all to go into Will's stomach.

“Oops, it hurts, it hurts...”

Suddenly, Will's expression started to twist, and he felt so much burning and sore like a fire.

“Stop screaming, it's the beginning of the treatment. It'll only take a moment, hold on. ”

This guy had to go cook again. Dior naturally had nothing to do with it. He went back to the kitchen with his dishes. The stew would take more than ten minutes. He was going to put it in the incubator first, save it a little cold.

Behind him is Will's constant breathing of cool air. At this moment, he really wants to say that this kind of injury can be healed. It really hurts!

It wasn't just pain, it was painful, and he started throwing up.

A stench suddenly pervaded the restaurant...