Perhaps because the dishes of the other three guests had already been cooked, the three dishes Lei Ting ordered were quickly served.
After tasting the three dishes one after another, Lei Ting couldn't help but give a thumbs - up and praised them without stinting any compliments.
There was no other reason, simply because they were extremely delicious. Although they were just home - cooked dishes, precisely because they were home - cooked dishes that Lei Ting often ate, he could immediately tell their extraordinariness.
Moreover, as the saying goes, the simpler and more common a dish is, the more difficult it is to make it perfect.
But for Lei Ting, the taste of these three dishes could be said to be the best. Even if a national - level senior chef were to cook them, it would probably be no better, almost impossible to surpass.
After tasting each dish, Lei Ting was deeply attracted by the taste and completely forgot the main purpose of his visit. He decisively ordered two large bowls of rice and began to wolf them down. At the end, even when the dishes were gone, he still asked for a steamed bun, wiped the sauce on the plate clean and swallowed it before he was satisfied. He could be said to have carried out the "Clear Your Plate Campaign" to the extreme.
The price of doing so was that he was so full that he couldn't stand up.
After resting for a while and feeling a little better, Lei Ting stood up, supporting himself on the table, and walked slowly to the counter to pay the bill. He completely forgot the real purpose of his visit, as if he had really just come here to eat.
"Sir, did you forget something?" The young man sitting behind the counter, who was calculating the bill, said suggestively.
But Lei Ting obviously didn't understand the true meaning behind the young man's words. After thinking carefully for a while, he shook his head and said, "No."
Hearing this, the young man gave Lei Ting a deep look and his tone became a bit heavier:
"Sir, you really did forget something. Please think it over carefully."
"?" Even if Lei Ting was a bit slow - witted, after hearing the young man's tone like this, he also realized that the other party was trying to imply something. After thinking left and right, he suddenly reacted.
He was here to meet a certain mysterious organization!
Seeing that the other party finally remembered, the young man rolled his eyes speechlessly, stood up, and threw a bunch of things in front of Lei Ting.
That bunch of things was exactly the house keys he had lost. Especially the mini - sized character stand of a domestic Dimension 2 mobile game hanging on the keychain further proved its identity.
At the same time, with a somewhat smug smile on his face, the young man whispered to Lei Ting in a villainous tone that he thought was very cool:
"Come on, Mr. Lei. Let's go upstairs and talk in detail."
Lei Ting's face turned gloomy. When the young man turned around, he quickly looked back. However, there was no third person left in the entire restaurant. The twin sisters and the middle - aged uncle who had been dining in the restaurant before had disappeared without a trace. Even the iron curtain door outside the glass door had been put down at some unknown time.
"Looks like I fell into their trap!" Lei Ting secretly cursed himself in his heart for being so easily distracted by two dishes.
Then, because he remembered the deliciousness of those three dishes, his gluttony, which had already been satisfied, was awakened again. But his bloated stomach was constantly warning him:
I can't eat anymore! Really can't eat anymore!
Only then did Lei Ting sincerely realize how terrifying their "trap" was! And he seriously suspected that the chef who cooked the dishes was, like himself, a superpower user! Otherwise, it was impossible to explain why he could make such ordinary home - cooked dishes so delicious, to the point of being almost addictive!
After affirming his guess, Lei Ting turned his gaze to the handsome young man walking in front of him.
Was he also a superpower user? And what was his ability?
Going up to the second floor, unlike the cramped first floor, the second floor was obviously much more spacious.
Among them, Lei Ting immediately saw the open - style kitchen on the right - hand side, which was twice the size of a normal family kitchen.
The kitchen was clean and tidy, without the dampness and clutter of an ordinary small restaurant kitchen. All kinds of kitchen utensils were also complete. Just the ones Lei Ting recognized included small ones like gas stoves, induction cookers, and various pots; large ones like refrigerators, ovens, dishwashers, and a high - end machine that he wasn't familiar with but had seen online, which seemed to be used for so - called molecular cuisine. Everything that could be in a kitchen was here.
Such a well - equipped modern large kitchen made Lei Ting, who was in a state of tension, couldn't help but say:
"Awesome!"
Stepping into a room on the left - hand side of the stairs, it was arranged as a reception room. In a space of about ten to twenty square meters, a relatively large rectangular tea table was placed in the center, surrounded by two long and two short black sofas. In the four corners of the room, there was a potted plant almost as tall as a person. There was a window on the east wall, and opposite it, on the west side, stood a mahogany bookcase filled with all kinds of items, including books, porcelain, and even game consoles.
On one of the long sofas in the room, sat a chubby man with a calm expression, a round face, and who looked about twenty - seven or twenty - eight years old. He smiled, looked at Lei Ting standing at the door, and motioned for him to come in and sit down with his hand.
Lei Ting looked around and sat down on the other short sofa opposite the young man.
The young man seemed to have completed his task. He spread his hands, leaned on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and watched leisurely.
"Let me introduce myself first." The fat man's thick voice rang out. At the same time, he stood up and stretched out a hand to Lei Ting:
"Hello, Mr. Lei Ting. My name is Xu Zhi. My main job is a civil servant, and my side job is a chef. Please forgive us for inviting you in this way, but to ensure that the secrets of superpower users are not leaked, we can only do this."
"Pfft." As soon as Xu Zhi finished speaking, the young man who was watching couldn't help laughing and immediately waved his hand and said:
"Sorry, I thought of something funny. You guys don't mind me. Go on, go on."
Lei Ting didn't pay attention to the young man's sudden outburst. Instead, he grasped one point in Xu Zhi's words and asked, "You said you're a chef. Did you cook the meals I ate? Are you also a superpower user?"
"It seems that Mr. Lei Ting has guessed it." Xu Zhi smiled faintly and nodded:
"I did cook those dishes, and I am indeed a superpower user. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sit here and talk to you. But don't worry, I didn't use my ability when cooking. Or rather, my ability has no direct relation to cooking."
"But there's an indirect relation." The young man suddenly interrupted.
"Can you shut up?" The young man's repeated sudden interruptions seemed to have angered Xu Zhi.
"Okay, okay. I'll shut up. I'll shut up." The young man smiled indifferently, stood up, took a red - and - blue game console from the mahogany bookcase, sat back in his original position, and started playing the game as if no one else was around.