Edward looked at Jason with a serious face, and a burst of words mysteriously swelled in his chest, eager to break out.
This individual first let out a light chuckle.
“Yes, it’s just Jason.”
“But the Jason I know wouldn’t meet me three times in a day.”
“Moreover, all at a crime scene!”
As he said this, his voice rose by several decibels.
Then, the person who had been wearing glasses and a scarf and appeared genteel, erupted like a volcano—
“Three consecutive times!”
Hunters, when it comes to food, are always brimming with enthusiasm.
Just like how women tend to dawdle a bit before heading out.
Even though the female pastry chef said it would only take three minutes, by the time she got into Edward’s car, five minutes had passed.
She had changed out of her distinctive in-store outfit.
The female pastry chef was once again wearing the collared suit she had on when she first met Jason, the one with lapels.
The only difference was that it was white in color.
The scarf around her neck was pink.
Her shoes were similar.
The bag she carried had changed to a small, single-shoulder sling bag, about the size of a regular person’s palm.
The female pastry chef sat next to Jason, and upon seeing him scrutinizing her, she felt somewhat bashful.
Nevertheless, eager to present her best side, she still maintained her poise, sitting up straight from the waist up.
“All show and no substance.”
Jason suddenly remarked.
The female pastry chef was taken aback, clearly not grasping the meaning behind Jason’s words.
“It’s too small, can’t even fit half a roast chicken.”
Jason pointed at the bag.
Can’t even fit half a roast chicken?
The pastry chef blinked, failing to understand Jason’s logic.
Shouldn’t a bag match the outfit?
What does it have to do with roast chicken?
How could a girl’s bag be possibly used for carrying things?
Nevertheless, the female pastry chef still patiently waited for Jason’s further appraisal.
But Jason had already turned his attention to Edward who was driving.
Instantly, the female pastry chef felt extremely disappointed.
Did he only notice the bag?
She thought to herself, growing even more disheartened.
Jason, however, didn’t notice any of this, his mind was already fixed on lunch.
“Is it far?” he asked.
“Not far, about three blocks.”
“It’s at the far end of Sausage Street,” Edward responded.
“The far end of Sausage Street?”
“Is it that ‘Aimeida Restaurant’?” the previously disheartened female pastry chef suddenly spoke up.
“You’ve heard of it?”
Edward looked at the female pastry chef in surprise; he thought he was the only one who knew about that place, especially since it had only been open for a month. 𝙧�
“Of course I’ve heard of it.”
“Rumor has it that it’s a restaurant that brings ‘happiness’!”
“I made plans with Evelyn to go there at the end of the month.”
She mentioned her sister, and her mood dropped once again.
“Brings ‘happiness’?”
He had never heard such a rumor before.
Something about the scene before him felt vaguely familiar.
“It doesn’t have dishes named ‘Looking Up at the Starry Sky’ or anything like that, does it?” Jason asked, unable to help himself.
“Their signature dishes are ‘The Feeling of Heartache’ and ‘Lover’s Tears’.”
“But those two dishes can only be reserved if a man and woman dine together.”
“I, being alone, just had some ordinary bones,” Edward replied.
“Man and woman together, that’s the only way to reserve?”
“‘The Feeling of Heartache,’ ‘Lover’s Tears’?”
“Is that where the ‘happiness’ comes from?” Jason couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild at the names of the dishes.
He had already begun to fantasize about the taste of the food.
So when the car stopped, Jason immediately got out.
The female pastry chef naturally followed behind him.
A man dressed like a vagabond and another in proper attire naturally drew people’s gazes, but the nearby onlookers just watched, not speaking out or coming forward to provoke them.
Anyone who could step out of a car, even looking like a vagabond, was not ordinary.
In a time when most people could only afford a bicycle, a car was enough to signify status.