jingle.
The stainless steel fork in Valentine's hand fell to the table with a crisp sound. The sound attracted the attention of Xing Yihuang and Raphael. They turned their attention from the food in front of them to Valentine, but what they saw was a pale face with wide eyes.
His lips were slightly open, and there was still a bit of transparent purple jam on the corner of his mouth.
"Valentin?" Raphael frowned slightly, his tone filled with questions and a hint of sullenness.
When she first started learning to cook, Valentin would look like he was about to die when he ate the food she cooked, or he would be as blind as he is now, using silence to express his protest and what he had done. How terrible is the food.
This expression was deeply imprinted in Raphael's mind and became one of the motivations for her to work hard to cook well.
After she became a master of cooking, Valentin would sometimes joke with her like this, but soon he would turn into a smiling face and praise her eloquently under the threat of a large-caliber pistol.
But this was Rhode Island, and they all ate food from the cafeteria. Making such a joke now really made her feel that Valentine's emotional intelligence was declining a bit quickly.
Who are you showing this expression to? Those tough guys who cook in the cafeteria?
Xing Yihuang turned to look to her left rear, and a hidden line of sight suddenly disappeared. Within her field of vision, a bright sky blue flashed past.
The sounds in the cafeteria gradually became quiet, and almost everyone was looking in the direction of the Valentine trio. But their eyes were not on Raphael or Xing Yihuang, but all looked at Valentine's dull face.
Surprisingly weird.
It was at this moment that Raphael realized that Valentin was not joking and that something was really wrong with him. And the problem is definitely not that the food tastes bad...
Poisoned.
Just when Raphael wanted to use his Origin Stone skills to check Valentine's body, the little dragon man's Adam's apple with jam on the corner of his mouth moved.
His eyes glowed again and his complexion returned to normal. At the same time, the surrounding sightlines also experienced some subtle changes.
"Is he... okay?"
"incredible……"
"But his expression just now really didn't look like he was pretending..."
…
People around him began to whisper, and those small voices were full of confusion and shock about Valentine's return to normal.
Xing Yihuang slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table with a little force, and his angry sound blocked the mouths of the onlookers.
The cafeteria returned to silence again, and soon became crowded again. It seemed that no one was paying attention here anymore. They started chatting about work and life again, but the eyes that drifted over were not missing at all.
"How are you?"
Raphael changed his position and sat next to Valentin, holding his wrist with his right hand and leaning slightly. Golden hair cascaded down her shoulders and fell to Valentine's thighs.
"fine."
Raphael's voice brought Valentin back to reality from his imagination. He focused his sight on Sister Angel's face and leaned tightly against the back of the chair.
"Why are you so close? Is there something on my face?"
This seems to be the closest he has ever been to Raphael?
But Raphael's skin is really good, not a single pore is visible on his face, just like a boiled and peeled egg.
A strange idea emerged from Valentine's mind, as if it should have appeared, and it was natural and irrefutable to do such a thing, even if the implementation of this idea would put him in great danger.
Valentin raised his hand and poked Raphael's cheek, like poking a balloon.
Raphael was stunned.
Valentine was also stunned.
Xing Yihuang looked at Valentine as if he were looking at a dead person.
certainly……
The person who killed Valentine was not a black dragon, but an angel with burning wings.
————————A ball of holy light, a prayer, a bullet, a life————————
In the end, the two of them still didn't fight. Raphael ended it with a simple pinch. He sat back angrily and continued to eat, leaving Valentin to keep touching the place where he was pinched.
His facial expressions were all twisted together in pain, like a picture drawn by a primary school student.
"It's so cruel..."
Valentine murmured quietly, picked up the fork that had just fallen and stuffed the remaining cake into his mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Raphael looked at his movements and quickly reached out to hold Valentin's arm, scaring the other person's face into confusion.
Xing Yihuang looked at the two people who were playing tricks again, stirred the noodles on the table with chopsticks, and sighed softly.
An operator wearing a sky blue coat sat behind them, facing Valentine. A pink ponytail peeks out from under the hood, and the overall look is as bright and dangerous as the cake Valentine eats.
The operator who was originally sitting behind the three Valentines saw her and picked up the food and moved it to the side, as if the person sitting over her was a god of plague, and if he got too close, he would be infected with a fatal disease.
Xing Yihuang yawned and continued to slurp the noodles, while Raphael and Valentin were still bickering.
"... Why are you still eating this cake when you looked like that just now?"
Raphael held Valentin's arm tightly and wouldn't let go.
"Isn't it normal to have dessert after a meal?"
Valentine held the fork with the cake in his fingers and struggled hard with Raphael.
"That's not the case!" Raphael felt that this naughty kid was going against her.
"Isn't this thing poisonous?!"
That expression just now looked like he was poisoned, right? I almost dumped it on the dining table.
"It's indeed poisonous." Valentine put down the cake in his hand, and Raphael also let go of his hand.
Just when she was about to throw away the piece of cake, Valentine suddenly put all the remaining cake into his mouth.
Don’t forget to lick the fork.
Raphael stayed where he was, his arms frozen in mid-air, and his right hand still moving to pick up the fork.
Then came the scene from the beginning: the fork in Valentine's hand fell on the table, his whole face became extremely pale, his pupils were narrowed and he looked straight ahead, his eyes were dull, and the whole person was like a stiff corpse.
Xing Yihuang just raised his eyelids and glanced at Valentin before continuing to focus on the noodles in front of him.
Well, although it was slightly different from what she remembered, it was indeed the most authentic Chinese food she had eaten in Ursus and Colombia in so many years.
The braised pork I bought when I was at Black Steel International was extremely sweet, very greasy, and had a very strong taste. It was not delicious at all.
Just when Raphael wanted to use the Origin Stone skill again, Valentin came to life again, and even stuck out his tongue to lick the jam clean from his mouth.
Then a chopstick was thrown at his forehead.
Valentin followed the path of the chopsticks and saw a face full of clouds. The angel sister who usually kept smiling as if there was a sun behind her disappeared.
Although she was still smiling at the moment, there was endless flames and sharp knives hidden in her smile.
"I'll take care of you when I get back."
Six very simple words came out of Raphael's mouth one by one, and each word was filled with deep resentment.
"Listen to me, I'm not kidding, this cake is really poisonous."
Valentine felt that if he didn't say anything, he might get a hole in his head.
"so what?"
The other party's smile was still full of black danger, and Valentine could only see his own miserable future without any room for redemption.
But this didn't stop him from telling his inner thoughts and feelings when he ate the cake. Maybe if he said it well, Teacher Raphael would give him a perfect score and spare his life.
A question was placed in front of Valentine.
Question: Make a profound analysis of the taste and connotation of this cake. What thoughts and feelings of the maker are expressed in it?
Valentin closed his eyes and began to think back on the journey from when he took the first bite of cake to when he just finished filling his lips.
"The cake tastes very good, very sweet, with a few sour flavors. I like this sour sweetness very much. A hint of sweetness will only give me a headache, and the sourness just enriches it. taste."
"This is what the taste buds on my tongue are telling me, and my brain is telling me after a quick calculation that my tongue is not lying."
Valentine pushed aside the plate with the cake on it, crossed his hands to cover his mouth, and his eyes began to become cold.
He was trying to look more serious.
"Usually the food we eat ends here. It tastes good and tastes great. Eight words are enough to describe all the delicious food. Of course, the presentation is not included."
"But for this piece of cake, it's just the beginning."
"The jam, cream and baked cake base are mixed together after being chewed by the teeth, and then slide into the stomach through the esophagus. This process will not taste anything. If the cake is sour and sweet, there will be no taste. If it tastes like that, I probably won’t take a second bite.”
"After these mixtures reach the stomach, the real taste of the cake begins to appear on the taste buds. You will find that your tongue suddenly cannot taste any sweetness and sourness. You try to mobilize it, only to find that your tongue just As sluggish as a hibernating snake, no longer as agile as usual.”
"As you continue to try to regain control of your tongue, you are surprised to find that your mouth has also lost contact with your brain. The dull tongue slowly hits your mouth, but you can't feel any sensation from the oral cortex, as if everything All the nerves are cut off from this cortex, and you can only feel a sense of numbness."
"Yes, it's just numbness."
"Five seconds after you eat the cake, your mouth loses contact with your brain, followed by your esophagus, your stomach... The paralysis is centered in your mouth and spreads throughout the body through the blood. It stops spreading, and your shoulders, arms, legs, and feet are cut off from the nerve center, just like a grown-up child who has left home."
"At that moment, your thinking began to become as slow as your body. You realized that the toxin had approached the high point of your IQ and began to attack your command headquarters."
"The whole person seems to be suspended in mid-air, leaving only a brain and a beating heart. But as the feeling of paralysis gradually approaches, your brain begins to sound an alarm and your heartbeat begins to speed up, because countless people are mixed into the blood. The toxins in your body begin to accumulate in your power core, and together with the toxins that siege the headquarters, they want to take down your two most vulnerable and deadly places."
"At that time, you were walking on the edge of death, with the abyss of hell under your feet, and endless blackness in front of you. You could even see the God of Death in hell waving to you, and the skeleton arm without a trace of flesh and blood followed it. Her body touched your face, and her movements were as gentle as if you were her child. The white skeleton wrapped itself around your body with a smile, but you didn't feel any coolness at all, only endless warmth and tenderness. It’s like the sour and sweet taste of a cake when you first eat it.”
"The moment you are about to be tempted into the abyss, the spread of poison stops abruptly. The feeling of paralysis stops at the last step before killing you, stopping at the door of your brain and heart. Then they continue It recedes like the tide, without a trace of hesitation.”
"The light has entered your field of vision again, and you have regained control of your body. You are like a newborn, full of freshness about the surrounding environment. It is as if you have been reborn and reincarnated."
"A walk on the edge of hell, but it's like being in heaven."
"You are really good at bullshit." Raphael's eyes twitched slightly, and his heart was full of wtf.
The original lady Raphael died during the shooting test. It is a wise saying that those who are close to vermillion will be red and those who are close to ink will be black.
Valentine put down his arms, raised his whole face slightly, and squinted at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The curve of his mouth was full of longing.
"I would love to have another piece if I could."
In an instant, his expression became as desolate as if he scored 59 points in the college final exam.
"Unfortunately, there was only the last piece left when I went to get it... None of the other meals were as popular as this cake."
"not at all."
Xing Yihuang, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
While Valentine was doing the Chinese language test, she had already finished a large bowl of noodles and drank several mouthfuls of soup.
"This cake should be the most unpopular food in the entire cafeteria, so much so that its maker only made one piece, and the operators in Rhode Island are well aware of the dangers of this cake and stay away from it until you Put it in front of yourself."
Xing Yihuang threw the toilet paper he had wiped his mouth into the trash can and clapped his hands.
"ha?"
Looking at the confused Valentine, Xing Yihuang felt that he should teach him some basic training on reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance when he was in Chernobog...
I'm afraid I won't be able to bring enemies to my base camp when I go on missions in the future.
"This canteen is very good. On one side is a buffet. You can take whatever you want, and no one will limit the amount you can take. On the other side is an ordinary canteen. You have to wait for the chef to make the food and bring it to you. You choose in the buffet area the whole time. Food, so this cake should also come from there. When you come over with this cake, the people around you look at you strangely. Most people seem to be looking at a man who died generously. Warrior, a small number of people are looking at you with a joking look, probably because they want to know how you will react after eating this piece of cake."
"While we were eating, the line of sight was not interrupted. There were more and more people sitting around us, and almost everyone's eyes were looking at you."
"When you were in a daze after taking the first bite, I could even hear the little laughter and sighs around you."
"Then why didn't anyone stop me?" Valentine found this a bit incredible.
Everyone knew this was poisonous food, but a newcomer took it away, and no one came out to remind him?
It feels colder than the winter in Ursus.
And why is there such food in the cafeteria? Are you really not afraid of poisoning people?
"We are new."
"Besides, since this cake will appear in the cafeteria, it means that it really won't poison people."
Xing Yihuang stood up and walked to the tableware recycling place not far away with the bowl in hand. Raphael glared at Valentine and followed her.
"Okay, okay." Valentin reluctantly accepted this fact.
"Bullying newcomers is one of the few things that old people enjoy, especially in a shady company like 007."
Looking at the plate with some butter in front of him, Valentine licked his lips.
"But it's quite delicious."
He stood up, took the tableware and walked slowly to the tableware recycling area. Xing Yihuang and Raphael were standing at the door of the canteen, waiting for him.
"Besides, poison is the best thing in this cake..."
Valentine muttered to himself and left the table with the cutlery in hand.
Tens of seconds later, the girl in a blue coat raised her head, revealing eyes as bright as the coat in the shadows.
The crystal-clear irises reflected the backs of three people in the distance, as well as the vague smiling face of a Vaifan.
———————Half an hour later————————
Doctor: Blue Poison, didn’t you make a cake today?
Blue Poison: I did it and was taken away by others.
Doctor (touching his head): That’s it. No wonder you’re so happy. This is a good start. More people will like the desserts you make in the future. Come on.
Blue Poison: Thank you Doctor, this is your cake. (Take out the freshly baked cake)
PhD:……
(The doctor pressed a small button on the helmet)
Doctor (whispering): Amiya, please contact the doctor for me later. I will go back soon. By the way, don't ask Warfarin and Gavel to come, just call Ansel.
