Speed ​​God

Chapter 29 Home Cooking
At this moment, Rosana changed into a casual outfit, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and wrapped her long curly hair in a headscarf adorned with daisies.

Simple and capable, yet still possessing her own unique charm.

She carried a large bamboo basket in her right hand, wrapped in a blue and white cloth. Her taut arms, heavy steps, and panting breaths revealed its weight. She swayed as she climbed the steps, muttering complaints in broken Italian, "There's no elevator."

Leclerc prayed silently that Rosana's attention was on the basket and that she hadn't seen him.

Finally, Rosana reached the third floor, stopped at the top of the stairs to catch her breath, then picked up the bamboo basket again and continued walking.

Leclerc's entire back muscles tensed up completely as Rosana walked towards him—

No way?
No way!
Leclerc stood on tiptoe, pressing himself against the wall like a gecko, trying to hide himself.

God seemed to have finally heard Leclerc's prayers; Rosana stopped in her tracks, which relieved him, but before his heart could return to its chest, a knock echoed down the corridor—the location—

"Zhizhou?"

Rosanna's cry confirmed Leclerc's suspicions.

"Zhizhou!"

However, there was no response from the apartment; it was completely silent.

Rosana didn't care and continued to pound on the door, her fan-like hands striking with the strength of the Hulk, causing the fragile door to groan in pain.

Just as the door was about to collapse and was on the verge of collapse, there was finally movement inside the apartment. Lu Zhizhou, with his hair in a mess and still sleepy, opened the door.

Are you sleeping?

"Did she sleep all afternoon? What about dinner? Wait, what about lunch?"

"Poor child, you're still growing. If you miss a meal, you'll get hungry. If you miss two meals, you might become as thin as a lightning bolt."

A barrage of questions followed, but Lu Zhizhou wasn't given a chance to respond; the conversation was completed by the speaker talking to himself.

Lu Zhizhou was in a daze, half-asleep, and had been sleeping soundly. He couldn't tell the time or place at all, and his mind was blank and stopped functioning.

It took Lu Zhizhou a full beat to finally come to his senses—

This is Maranello.

Lu Zhizhou raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously. "Sorry, Rosana..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was startled by her own hoarse, deep voice and burst out laughing. "Who is this? Oh, all of this... I've completely forgotten the time. To be honest, I don't remember what happened, so remind me, why am I here?"

"Haha." Rosana was amused.

The boy in front of me was completely different from the mature and wise man I had met at first glance. Once I let my guard down, he revealed a bit of a childish side.

Rosana, "Dinner? I can't allow you to just grab McDonald's for dinner..."

Lu Zhizhou's thoughts gradually came back to normal, but he was clearly surprised that Rosana was serious. "I thought it was just a joke."

Rosana smiled brightly and gestured to the bamboo basket beside her. "We Sicilians like to joke, but we also often take jokes seriously."

Lu Zhizhou chuckled, "So, Xia Er came here to help? What's in here? God, it looks like enough to feed me for two days."

Rosana was taken aback. "Charles?"

Lu Zhizhou had a matter-of-fact expression on his face. "Xia Er, why are you standing so far away? Don't worry, although I'm so hungry right now I could swallow a whole cow, I won't swallow you up with me."

Leclerc: ...

Silently leaving the wall, Leclerc took a step forward and met Rosana's surprised gaze. Leclerc awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Good evening..." Before Rosana could speak, Lu Zhizhou had already displayed his hostly demeanor, "We shouldn't be talking at the door, it's too impolite. Please come in."

Lu Zhizhou lifted the bamboo basket with both hands—

Heavy. Definitely heavy.

"Rosana, what exactly have you prepared? God, are you sure you're not feeding the cows?"

As Lu Zhizhou spoke, he entered the apartment. Rosana turned to Leclerc and said, "Charles, come on over. I've prepared plenty of food."

Leclerc had no chance to refuse and followed Lu Zhizhou into the apartment in a daze. Before he could even come to his senses, he received Lu Zhizhou's instructions.

“Sorry, I haven’t toured the apartment yet, Charles. The layout and decor are all similar, aren’t they? Could you find the tableware?”

Leclerc: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Rosana had already opened the bamboo basket with practiced ease, and a rich aroma wafted out. A thin layer of mist covered the lampshade hanging overhead, making the light seem hazy and warm. A sense of home filled the air. Amidst Lu Zhizhou and Leclerc's hurried movements, Rosana's enthusiastic voice continued to resonate.

"This is Sicilian eggplant stew, a stew made with eggplant, celery, onion, olives, black garlic vinegar, and brown sugar. No one can resist it."

"By the way, Zhizhou, you're from China, right? I know your staple food is rice, and you must miss it a lot, so I've prepared a rice dish."

"This is a Sicilian fried rice ball, filled with meat sauce and cheese, and then deep-fried. It's our street food. When I was a kid, I would always run around the streets of Catania with a fried rice ball in my hand. It's not a staple food, but every child who grew up in Sicily has eaten it."

"Ah, this is the highlight of the evening, Norma pasta."

At that moment, Lu Zhizhou stopped what he was doing and looked at Rosana with a look of utter despair: Spaghetti? It was actually spaghetti?

Rosana burst into laughter.

"Zhizhou, what's with that expression? Let me tell you, this is a traditional dish, a symbol of home. It's passed down from mother to daughter, generation after generation. Once you've tasted this dish, it's like you've truly come to Sicily. This is the Italian way of hospitality."

“You know what? Back when food was scarce, we barely had anything to eat. I would squat in the yard and watch my grandmother make this dish. It was like magic. My grandmother always said that there was no problem in the world that ketchup couldn’t solve…”

Rosana chattered on and on as she stirred the pasta and busied herself with the stew, filling the air with a steaming aroma.

Gululu.

Subconsciously, Lu Zhizhou looked down at himself and found that his stomach was very well-behaved. When he looked up again, he could see Leclerc's awkward and restrained expression at a glance.

Lu Zhizhou showed no mercy and burst into arrogant laughter, "Hahaha."

The unrestrained laughter warmed the air, straightforward and sincere, and Leclerc relaxed, his smile spreading upwards as well.

Just then, Lu Zhizhou saw a figure passing by in the corridor outside through the open door. He couldn't help but peek out slightly but didn't dare to stop.

But it still didn't escape Lu Zhizhou's eyes, "The Zoo."

Zhou Guanyu stopped in his tracks, peeking half his face out from beside the doorway with a restrained smile.

"I...I was just passing by...really..."

"Have you had dinner yet?" Before Zhou Guanyu could answer, Lu Zhizhou raised his voice and said, "It's okay if you have. Have another snack. I think you'll be fine."

Zhou Guanyu hesitated as he entered the apartment, but upon seeing the dazzling array of dishes on the table, his pace quickened involuntarily, and he leaned forward to look over. "I've never seen these dishes in a restaurant before..."

Rosana slightly raised her chin, a hint of pride in her voice, "Of course, this is home cooking."

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