Chapter 3 Agree
Early in the morning, Lyon (hereafter referred to as Lyon) woke up in his not-so-comfortable bed and picked up the little panda alarm clock from the bedside table.
"It's still half an hour until seven o'clock."
As a meticulous person, Lyon cannot allow himself to make any planning mistakes!
So he lay down and went back to sleep.
At 8:30, I was truly awake this time.
"My status in the 'Back to School' cult has definitely risen a lot!"
Congratulations, Coca-Cola!
I went to wash up while yawning; I couldn't help it because I was overworked last night.
Don't get me wrong, it's not some messy thing, it's just that cleaning up the scene (referring to looting the property) is quite troublesome.
...
Lyon lived in a very ordinary rented house.
No lawn, no garage, no pretty rooftops or trees. Nothing at all, absolutely nothing!
The decorations inside the house were even simpler; they could be described as "no decorations at all."
A room, a bed, a sofa, a table and chairs, and a cup of coffee.
Oh, and there were some personal items left behind by the original owner. For example, a cute alarm clock and a towel that changed patterns when it came into contact with hot water. Of course, Mr. Leon Collins, who was not only meticulous but also inherently upright, threw the towel away.
God knows what the original owner did to the towel!
As for why I don't move to a different house, it's because I don't have the money!
The original owner was a person with no education, no job, and no relatives.
When Leon first arrived, he smelled alcohol all over himself even before he opened his eyes. He then roughly guessed what had happened while cleaning up the bottles.
There wasn't even a single group photo in the house; after searching everywhere, they found a little over 200 yuan in cash...
"It's alright," Leon reassured himself. "Much better than when I was in debt." (Stop yelling!)
...
After getting dressed, Leon took a good look at himself in the mirror: a thin, frail body and a pale face. His height made him appear as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"In terms of looks, he's not even a step below me!"
Touching the fuzz on his chin, Leon felt that in all calculations, he definitely had the advantage: "19 years old, I gained seven or eight years for nothing!"
What do you mean by "rejuvenation"?! (Leans back tactically)
Denim jacket, jeans, sneakers. Simplicity is beauty. Mainly because I didn't have any other clothes.
In Amerika, 19 is a magical age. You can join the army, but you can't get married. You can buy guns, but you can't drink alcohol.
The former illustrates that wives are harder to deal with than enemies! The latter fully demonstrates that the harm that alcohol, this scoundrel, does to humanity far outweighs the harm caused by alcohol!
so.
Reject the technology of "sauce flavoring," starting with you and me!
...
Finding something to eat after going out has been the most difficult thing for Lyon these past few days.
As people from a country obsessed with food, we can tolerate most things, but it's really hard to go without all kinds of delicious food.
Besides bread, all you get is milk, eggs, and salad. If you want a bowl of soy milk, you have to go to Chinatown in the next district!
It's not that he hadn't thought about cooking for himself. The first problem was, he didn't even have a pot!
I'll just have to suffer for one more day!
Just one day!
Lyon has decided to buy a pot today! But he still needs to eat breakfast. After all, the pot will be for dinner, right?
After all, he's really too thin and weak right now.
As he pushed open the door, Lyon greeted the restaurant owner, who was wiping tables, "Good morning, beautiful lady!"
This is a small Mexican-style restaurant that specializes in "authentic Mexican pies," though whether they're truly authentic or not is unknown in Lyon.
The owner, or more accurately, the owner's wife, is named Santis. She runs this small restaurant with her son and daughter. Lyon has been coming to eat breakfast every day for the past few days, and he's become much more friendly than before. We've gotten to know each other over time.
They were neighbors in the same neighborhood, but Lyon always seemed aloof and reluctant to interact with others. Santis had even worried a lot about this child, who was about the same age as her son.
"Aiza, go and greet them," Aunt Santis smiled at Leon and called out to the kitchen.
"What would you like to eat?"
Eiza González, the daughter of Aunt Santis, is a natural-born model with legs that seem to go on forever. Coupled with her beautiful face and pleasant personality, she's widely considered a goddess in the surrounding neighborhood.
She's just a bit cold, though that could also be because she's not familiar with Leon.
"Warm a case of wine, and bring four cartloads of fennel beans." Lyon immediately launched into a super-powered version of Kong Yiji!
Eiza rolled her eyes at Leon. She knew from the start that this guy who had suddenly changed his personality wouldn't say anything useful.
"One of the most basic set meals!"
Aiza tapped the table with her knuckles, gave a look that said, "I have a plan," wiped her hands with her apron, and went back to the kitchen.
Leon wasn't angry; he had just wanted to eat something casual anyway.
Looking past the bar and kitchen doorway, Lyon saw Aiza moving spices from the top of the cabinet. He couldn't help but think: "No wonder it's from South America, look at that cabinet, how long... no! Look how straight those spices are!"
Turning around, he saw Aunt Santis smiling at him. With a laugh, Leon pretended to be nonchalant and lowered his head.
Wow, that's fast!
The food was served, and Aiza took off her apron and sat down opposite Lyon.
"Would I steal your food?" Aiza explained to Leon's strange look.
"No, that's not it." Leon shrugged, picked up the chopsticks specially prepared for him, and took out a local snack that looked like a small steamed bun: "It's just that is it really okay for you to be so lazy?"
In the time it took to say just one sentence, Aiza was already lying on her side in the seat, with only her voice and long legs visible: "Don't worry, you're the only one having breakfast at this time."
I looked around and, well, it's the truth!
Although a beautiful woman was lying opposite him, she was under the table and couldn't be seen, so Lyon obediently ate his food. And let me tell you, these spicy and sour cornbread buns...
It has a unique flavor!
Don't ask, it's just unique!
After a satisfying meal, Leon wiped his mouth contentedly: "Although there were no fennel beans, it was still a very good meal. Your mother's cooking is excellent."
"Why can't it be me who did it?"
There was another sound from across the table.
"And what exactly are fennel beans?!"
It seems a bit much to order fennel beans for several days in a row. This girl seems to really want to know what fennel beans are.
"That's a local specialty snack," Lyon actually didn't know what fennel beans were, but guessed they were similar to spiced peanuts!
"I'll treat you to a meal sometime."
Leon left the cash on the table and stood up to leave.
Are you going to agree to their request?
promise?
who?
What?
I?
Leon turned around and looked at the long-legged man sitting up straight with a serious expression, posing a question that came from the depths of his soul.
"What are you talking about?!"
Guess who Iza is based on.