341 Chapter 121: Calling Out
Under self-hypnosis, the bizarre scene he had intentionally forgotten began to surge in his mind like a tide.
The bizarre scene was enough to astonish anyone.
Hannibal barely paused before he quickly returned to his normal appearance.
He looked at Jason with a smile.
He turned and carried the food.
Everything was what he was supposed to do at this moment.
But deep inside Hannibal's heart, his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
What did that scene represent?
Amidst the clinking of glasses, Jason downed his sparkling water in one go and then launched an attack on the food in front of him.
Suddenly, the food began to disappear at a visible rate.
With Jason's participation, no amount of food was a concern.
Already accustomed to dining with Jason, Edward and Bansey buried their heads in eating, completely ignoring Griffin who still wanted to make a declaration.
Conversation isn't as important as eating.
When you're hungry, talking only makes you hungrier.
"I think we... Save some for me!"
Griffin had just begun to speak when, seeing the rapidly diminishing food, he suddenly came to his senses.
With an annoyed roar, the 'Fishbone Street' resident also joined the fray.
Like a whirlwind sweeping through leaves, the food on the table was swiftly devoured.
Hannibal stood up with a smile.
"I'll go get the tea and pastries."
Saying this, the psychologist headed to the kitchen and brought out the already prepared pastries and tea.
The tea was in a pot.
The pastries, meanwhile, were portioned onto individual plates.
Edward, Bansey, and Griffin all expressed their approval for this arrangement.
Competing with Jason for food was just too difficult.
Although they were friends, for some reason, every time they reached for food in front of Jason, they felt a sense of trepidation.
Because the pastries in front of him were more than the combined amount for Edward, Bansey, and Griffin.
The only one uncomfortable was the female pastry chef.
She looked at Hannibal with a trace of anger in her eyes.
She thought Hannibal had stolen her chance to shine.
During the cooking, although she had tried her best, she knew she was still slightly inferior to Hannibal, and she had planned to make a comeback with the later tea pastries.
But Hannibal had preempted her!
Thinking this, the female pastry chef stood up.
"I've also prepared some pastries."
"I'll bring them over to you."
As she said this, she headed toward the kitchen.
At this time, Jason had already swallowed the pastries in front of him.
But the next moment, he paused.
Because the pastries that looked fragrant and sweet... were actually spicy.
Hannibal got the seasoning wrong?
It was unthinkable for Hannibal to confuse spices, given his serious attitude towards cooking.
And also, chili is so conspicuous.
Hannibal had done it on purpose.
From the corner of his eye, Jason glanced at Edward, Bansey, and Griffin.
The three of them were enjoying their food without any sign of strangeness.
This meant that only my cake had an issue.
Jason's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Hannibal.
At that moment, the psychologist, who was apparently sipping his tea, was gently tapping the saucer with his little finger in a pattern of three short, three long, three short.
Cake, the person who made the cake?
The female pastry chef!
Chili, the color red?