Marvel's Psyker

"jingle--"

A crisp bell sound woke up Lynch who was sleeping on the bar.

Lynch woke up from his sleep and sat up abruptly, but his consciousness was still a little hazy.

The sudden chill after waking up made Lynch shiver, but it also woke him up.

Lynch rubbed his eyes and looked towards the door, where a drenched young man was standing timidly at the door and looking at him.

"Excuse me, are you still open? Because the sign you hang on the door has been blown around by the wind, so I'm not sure..."

"Open! Of course open!"

Lynch took the initiative to walk over and lead the young man into the store.And he took in the sign hanging outside the door, turned to the [open] side, and hung it on the storefront.

"Hello there!"

"Hello!" The young man nodded to Lynch, "Is the boss there?"

Lin Qi smiled helplessly after being recognized by an outsider.

Lynch also knew that he looked too young, and he really didn't look like the owner of a tavern in the center of New York.

But as his first guest, Lynch suddenly wanted to tease this young man.

He intentionally made a displeased expression, raised his brows, and said with a low body, "Am I not like the boss?"

"what?!"

The expression on the young man's face suddenly became panicked.

"I'm sorry boss!"

"Um~ It's okay."

To be honest, Lynch didn't expect it to be so easy.

A blush of embarrassment appeared on the young man's pale face. He waved his hands and even wanted to stand up to express his apology to Lynch.

Lynch was a little flustered, and waved his hand to stop him in time, and beckoned him to sit at the bar.

"Come and sit! What do you want to eat?"

The young man sat down at the bar counter nervously, instead of ordering food immediately, he looked around.

Lynch didn't say much when he saw this, he found a clean towel and handed it to the young man.

"Wipe it, your hair is all wet! It's easy to catch a cold."

"Oh, thanks!"

The young man held out his hands and took the towel.

For some reason, Lynch always felt that the young man in front of him was a little weird.

"Speaking of which, the rain came really hard! It felt like the sky had collapsed, and the heavy rain fell all at once."

While chatting, Lynch poured a cup of steaming coffee in front of the coffee machine and handed it to the young man.

"Come on! You're only wearing a thin white coat, and you're so wet, you must have been terribly cold!"

"Have some coffee first to warm up."

"Oh, thanks!"

The young man took the tea with some trepidation, took a sip carefully, and exhaled comfortably.

The young man's expression relaxed.

"Thank you very much!"

"Oh, my name is Simon. I'm really sorry just now. I said something that offended the boss. I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry! I hope you will forgive me."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Lynch noticed something was wrong.

This young man named Simon seemed a little too weak. He apologized so many times for a trivial matter that could be ignored.

This is beyond the realm of politeness.

Looking at the apologetic Simon, Lynch even felt a little guilty in his heart.He felt that he was really embarrassed to pretend anymore.

"That, Simon?"

He confessed to Simon: "Actually, you guessed right at first, I'm not the boss."

"The boss has something to go out, and I'm the only one in the store.

"I can be regarded as the acting owner and head chef of the tavern!"

"I just wanted to make a joke with you at first, but I didn't expect it to be like this, sorry! I apologize to you!"

"It's okay, it's okay~"

After murmuring twice in an inaudible voice, Simon lowered his head and remained silent.

Lynch reached out his hand suspiciously, and tapped on the table in front of him.

The crisp knocking sound woke Simon up, and he raised his head suddenly.

It seems that he was distracted just now.

When Simon raised his head, he looked at Lynch subconsciously. In the glance of each other, Lynch saw a kind of helpless despair in Simon's eyes.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Lynch grinned, "You still tell me what's wrong? You haven't ordered food since you entered the restaurant! Do you need anything?"

Simon, who was distracted, was reminded by Lynch, and suddenly realized.

"I don't understand very well, why don't you cook me a recommended dish for today?"

Hearing Simon's request, Lynch did not go to work immediately, but looked at Simon, with a gentle expression and concerned eyes and asked:

"Simon, your current state is a bit strange, are you sure you are all right?"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and shook his head slowly but firmly, "Thank you boss for your concern, but I'm really fine!"

"I said it's just acting as the boss..." Lynch sighed helplessly, "Okay! Since you said so yourself, then don't say it."

Without discussing this topic anymore, Lynch walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"Wow."

Lynch looked in shock at the dazzling array of ingredients in the huge refrigerator space, and suddenly found himself in trouble.

"Although the client allows me to play freely, in this case, being casual is the most difficult thing, right?"

Patting his head, the troubled Lynch turned his head to look at the pouring rain outside the tavern.

Suddenly, Lynch saw a small bag in the corner of the refrigerator, and suddenly a flash of light came to his mind.

"It's raining so hard, it's cloudy, and Simon is soaked again, so of course...you have to do something to warm up!"

Lynch's mouth curved into a sly arc.

"Have it!"

After making up his mind, Lynch rolled up his sleeves, quickly took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and began to work in front of the desk.

Cut the onion into small cubes and the garlic into fine pieces, put them in a pan, and stir-fry with butter over high heat.

When the onion and garlic are sautéed until they are most fragrant, add a little mixed spice powder to further sublimate the aroma.

Then put in the chopped diced tomatoes, turn to low heat, and stir-fry slowly until the tomatoes are soft and rotten, so that the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes can overwhelm the aroma of butter, onion and garlic. Leaky wrapped around.

At the same time, heat up another pan, cut a large piece of beef tenderloin into dice-sized pieces, and fry the beef pieces in olive oil until the surface is golden, and after turning off the heat, it presents an attractive amber color.

Seemingly unsatisfied with this, Lynch took out a few more slices of bacon, chopped them up, and sautéed the chopped bacon until fragrant with the base oil used to fry the beef just now.

After doing all this, Lynch stopped what he was doing.