I am the emotional sustenance of your deceased

He is honest, has a low alcohol tolerance, a soft personality, and a dull life. Well...sigh.

【Well, it’s all over.】

His eyes dimmed for a moment and then brightened in an instant. Mu was led by Qiansui to the door of a Korean restaurant.

Although this restaurant serves Korean food, its décor is surprisingly Japanese.

"What are we eating here?"

Following Chitose past the noisy doorbell, Wakaba Mu was like a baby coming into the world for the first time.

Although her face was expressionless and calm, Mu was still curious about this new world that she had never set foot in.

"Welcome, Xiao Mu, the guitar performance will be held during dinner...ah," Chitose Noshiro looked around but couldn't find the performance seat she remembered.

When I think about it carefully, I came here several years ago in a simulation. The passage of time has changed everything, and also caused loopholes in the precious "experience" in my memory.

Chitose cleared his throat calmly and found the place where he and Xiao Sushi had had lunch before.

"It seems their performance is cancelled... But luckily I brought my guitar and will play it for you later!"

The waiter handed over the menu, and Chitose smiled and spread it out to show Wakaba Mu:

"But the dishes I wanted to order haven't changed."

"This is…"

Mu tilted his head slightly and blinked, which was more delicious than any food.

"Ask, what does Sui want?"

"Answer! It's fennel-flavored guinea fowl soup!"

……

"Father! I told you to drink less! Don't take our savings anymore! Otherwise, we'll have no money to eat tomorrow!"

"I know, I know. Just leave me alone as a kid... I need to get some sleep."

Faced with his daughter's angry scolding, Fengchuan Qinggao, who was lying on the ground, just waved his hand and ignored her.

He lay there so "relaxedly". It was really not easy for him to remain calm even when he was in such a miserable state.

"Ugh…"

Veins bulged on Shoko Toyokawa's forehead, and she could only help clean up the mess with a sigh.

The wine bottles on the ground, the clogged sewer, the strange smell in the house, each one of them made Xiangzi want to cry while he was dealing with them.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not that bad."

It was almost twelve o'clock when everything was cleaned up. Xiangzi simply washed up and collapsed on the tatami. Fatigue instantly swallowed her.

"I'm so tired...my wrist hurts."

My left wrist feels numb and tingling. It's because I typed too much while working in customer service today and it caused me to have some tendonitis.

Someone once said something very interesting: it would be so sad if a girl who likes girls got tenosynovitis before she had ever been in a relationship or made money by typing.

"Year-old, what are you doing now..."

Xiangzi turned over and looked at his cell phone. The clouds outside the house covered the moon, and also cast a gloom over Xiangzi Toyokawa's heart.

Father, family, clan, individual, friend, affection, friendship...

"I am so tired."

【Xiao Sui, can you come and keep me company?】

Shoko Toyokawa was typing in the chat box in a daze. She didn't remember whether she had sent the message or not before she fainted.

Good night, world.

Ch437. Thank you, Chitose is delicious

Today's Wakaba Mutsu...

【The most rebellious! 】

I can’t say that I have lived a life that follows the rules, but I always feel that the restlessness in my heart will be infinitely magnified as I break the rules set by my parents and school.

The TV next to him was playing a football league. Although Ye Mu didn't understand it, he would still feel happy as he cheered for the players on the field when they scored goals.

It was a few minutes before the food was served. She stared at Chitose quietly, and Chitose turned his gaze to the kitchen.

Is this what they call "you are looking at the scenery from upstairs, but the people looking at the scenery are also looking at you?"

"It's like being on fire..."

"What are you talking about, Xiao Mu."

Nothing.

Um...it's okay.

The bell at the door rang again and again. Most of the people who came in to eat were young people. They were different from most of the people Ruoye Mu had seen.

They are energetic even when staying up late. They do not address each other with honorifics nor do they socialize with too many self-interested purposes.

They were arm in arm, they were laughing and talking sweetly, they... they were so happy and joyful.

"call…"

Mu glanced anxiously at Noshiro Chitose as she stood up.

Chitose...is a very strange girl.

She made Ruoye Mu unpredictable, and one could even say that she made him feel...uneasy.

"People who were nice to me in the past all did so for some reason or purpose. So what about you, Chitose?"

You were so kind and gentle to me, and the way I felt with you was different from the way they felt with me.

What are you doing this for?

"Don't look at me. I'm not chicken soup. I won't give it to you even if you look at me."

"Feel sorry."

"I've told you so many times tonight! Stop saying thank you all the time!"

Qiansui pinched Ruoye Mu's nose in a pretentious manner. She found that Ruoye Mu was still too polite to her.

[I really hope I don't run into you in simulations anymore. Otherwise, you'll never be so polite to me again!]

If I ever really manage to simulate you, my dear Wakaba Mu——

【Please don't cry.】

In the blink of an eye, tonight's midnight snack was served on the table. Although the dish he had eaten most in the simulation before when he came to this restaurant was another delicacy full of memories - ginseng chicken soup, it did not affect Chitose's good impression of the dish in front of him.

"Are we having chicken soup for supper?"

Mu held it in for a long time before finally sighing faintly.

"Yeah, what do you think we should eat, Xiaomu?" Chitose served Wakaba Mu a bowl of fennel-flavored guinea chicken soup.

"Yakitori, sushi... or fried chicken, burgers, and cola... that's all I can imagine."

"What a stereotype! Xiao Mu has never had a midnight snack."

"No."

Ugh.

The chicken soup is very sweet and I feel satisfied before I even drink it.

But Ruo Yemu's mind was not on the chicken soup. She stirred the soup with a spoon, and the heat made her eyes blurry.

"This is my first time... Xiaosui, have you ever seen a child who hasn't had a midnight snack before?"

"Ah, there will be some."

"Ah."

There will still be some.

But they are different from Wakaba Mutsu.

Ruoye Mu knew clearly that most children who had never had a midnight snack might be forbidden by their elders at home.

But she is different.

She was because no one took her out for a midnight snack. Whenever she felt hungry in the middle of the night, she could only turn over in bed and continue sleeping.

After all, it is too lonely to have a midnight snack alone, and she has never tried it.

Many times, even if I have the thought of "going out for a midnight snack and seeing the world!", I can only sigh silently with my eyes open while tossing and turning.

Finally, after much thought, I comforted my empty stomach with reasons like "I'm not that hungry", "There's no need to be so fancy when alone", and "It's so troublesome".

"I...I thought of a lot of bad things."

Wakaba Mu pursed his lips, his mood became not so good at night.

"Drink the soup first, or it will get cold soon."

"okay."

He mechanically raised the spoon to his lips and blew on it, then Ruo Yemu drank a mouthful of the clear and transparent chicken soup.

The rich flavor of the pheasant was not neutralized by the fennel, but solidified in the soup. As the chicken soup flowed through his throat, Wakaba Mu was speechless, and all the painful words that gathered in his throat to tell Noshiro Chitose were suppressed back into his body.

"..."

It’s really... delicious.

"It's delicious," Mu felt vaguely uneasy, so he stopped drinking the soup and searched for what he wanted to say.

"I… forget it."

Continue drinking the soup. The soup is so delicious, why think about anything else?

Mu took another sip, and she thought of her parents again. But no matter what happened to them now, it didn't matter to Ruoye Mu anymore, so she started drinking the soup again.

"Unbelievable, Xiao Sui... Is this why you brought me here for a midnight snack?"

The ratio of guinea fowl and fennel must be just right, as the flavors of each do not neutralize or confuse each other, but rather complement each other.

However, the strange thing is that the gamey flavor of pheasant and fennel has disappeared. No one asks questions like "What exactly does it taste like? What kind of soup is this?"

Indeed. I've never had chicken soup like this before...it's full of flavor but the flavors of each ingredient are not overpowering.

"How is this soup made?" Wakaba Mu finished the last sip of soup with an expression full of awe.

"This is technique," said Chitose Noshiro.

Only with precise and rigorous techniques can the material be abstracted.

The taste of this chicken soup is obtained by abstracting the ingredients.

"Huh... I seem to..." While drinking chicken soup and thinking about these things, Ruoye Mu suddenly remembered what he had just said.

Those sorrows were just a concept, and it didn't matter whether those who made her sad were dead or alive.

Those guys... weren't real people to Mu, they were just concepts.

Wakaba Mu originally wanted to say these words. She remembered these things, but now she didn't want to say them to Noshiro Chitose.

[Things that have already melted away should be hidden. Don't let your own affairs affect others.]

This chicken soup seems to have erased the evil memory that "no one really cared about me in the past".

But rather than erasing it, it is better to abstract it.

"It tastes so good." Noshiro Chitose sighed, "Next time there's a chance, I'll bring you to try other dishes here."

"Thank you, it's delicious..."

I will never forget it.

Mu remembered that when he introduced this restaurant to her at the age of 18, he once said that there are countless delicious restaurants in the world, but breathtaking restaurants are rare.

This family happens to be one of them.

I was so lucky to come across such a great shop when I went out for a late-night snack with my friends for the first time.