Chapter 9 Food

Ava's POV
With Fog's intentional daily teachings, I was ready to master everything that a suitor status should be.
Today, my goal is to follow Fog's advice.
To capture the heart of a werewolf, you must first capture his stomach.
Simply put, it's about capturing him with food.
For this I gathered the evening berries, added the right amount of, alright, sorbet that Adele later told me had been overdone to taste, and a little sage and spinach and carrots, and a good chunk of eleven-minute rare beef tenderloin.
The reason it was eleven minutes cooked was because it was completely forgotten about and when I found it, it turned into a black and charcoal looking mess.
But I guarantee it can still be eaten, at least the middle part with a fork can still be poked, right?
I know that in a sense it can not be called a cuisine, perhaps it is even out of the category of food.
So I didn't feel much guilt before I took this plate to Aaron, because he wouldn't eat it anyway.
But many things are destined to be different from what you think. Yes, he ate.
Without a trace of expression, he picked up his knife and fork and cut a piece of beef. No, that can not be called a cut. He sawed off a small piece of beef and put it into his mouth with the weirdly colored berry sauce and sage on it, and then started chewing.
I could even hear the gritty crushing sound of the carbonized parts of the beef surface being chewed out by him.
But he remained expressionless and just gave me a look. At that moment my sweat stood up and I almost thought he would give me a thumbs up in the next second.
But he continued to lower his head and chew the food in his mouth.
Does he have no sense of taste? Or no eyes?
I stared at him suspiciously thinking about this.
If he doesn't have a sense of taste, is this an important piece of information I've got?
My mind was flooded with a million questions in that short half-minute period. Finally, my professionalism as a doctor prompted me to walk up to him and take away his plate.
"Open your mouth." I said.
There are only a few causes of taste loss, brainstem lesions or neuroinflammation due to facial palsy or a viral infection. I'm not sure which one he is, although it seems to me that all of these are possible.
He cooperated by opening his mouth, so I moved forward closer and prepared to examine his tongue.
God will know how important these few seconds are. Before I could get a good look at his mouth, I felt my wrist being clutched and pulled forward. I didn't even have time to keep my balance before my lips were pressed against something soft and cold.
After my mind returned to my body, I realized it was the other person's lips.
It was a kiss that was bitter with a strange taste.
I don't know if this is considered the first kiss of my life, but what I can be sure of and will never forget is the taste of this kiss.
I pushed him away fiercely, twisting my head around and bending down quickly. I could feel my stomach twitching, as if it had realized what was going on, rejecting the intrusion of this strange thing, right down to the taste!
My saliva was soon copious and I began to dry heave.
My God, what a smell that is!
The sweetness of the berries mixed with the almond and spice of sherry, the carbonized steak is bitter and astringent with a fishy smell. It's like the aroma of a rotten piece of wood that has been half burned and soaked in spoiled syrup, then fished out and wrapped in a pair of smelly socks and stuffed into a camphor wood box for six months.
It literally showed me hell!
Perhaps it was the smell from hell that made my head spin, and I turned my head in anger to glare at the perpetrator, forgetting that I had created this smell.
But he actually laughed.
Aaron smiled like a melting glacier in the spring, then licked the corner of his mouth. I saw a little black sauce there, which didn't look like anything was wrong, but always had a sexy flavor to it.
My anger was extinguished at his smile, and briefly disrupted by his little gesture. By the time I looked back to say something, he had already taken two steps back.
"It's delicious." He said. "It's been a long time since I've had such a special treat, I had to find someone to share it with. Thanks for your hard work, Miss Ava."
I wanted to say something to put his arrogance to rest, but I couldn't.
The stuff was made by me, and the delivery was also made by my own hands to him. Now saying it's unpalatable, doesn't it reveal the fact that I deliberately tried to play a prank on him?
I had no choice but to leave and close the door for him before I left. Even though the door was closed I could hear a certain fist tickling laugh.
This time I finally couldn't hold back and turned around and pushed the door open and threw the dinner plate in.
The expected crisp sound of the plate hitting the floor was not heard, I didn't hear anything.
Apparently, it had been caught by him.
My anger made me speed up and my heart beat out of control.
What's even more annoying is that at this time Fog still said. "It's okay, as long as you make it, he will praise it as delicious."
Did she think it would be a comfort to me?
I think my wolf is already in the early stages of insanity, and she probably doesn't even realize what she can say. She has even lost the tacit understanding with me.
I don't know if this situation is a good thing or a bad thing for me right now, but what I do know is that in the future, I can ignore all of her advice if I don't have to.
Yes, it's everything suggested!
I descended the stairs angrily, listening to the dull sound of my own footsteps.
Like something that always happens in the same pattern, it was the same staircase, the same place where I was about to turn the corner, and I saw a familiar figure.
Edna wore a lavender suit with rice sized pearls dotted around the hem. The dress made her whole person seem to be bathed in the gentle and quiet glow of the pearls, which indeed suited her very well.
But having seen a person who was once sharp, you will no longer feel her gentleness. Even if she always let herself reflect "I'm gentle", "I'm a good wife" and "I'm the perfect Luna", it's useless.
She came towards me, and I knew she had seen me, and at the same time I saw the plate she was holding.
That really was a perfect breakfast.
Bacon, fried egg with shrimp, and very fluffy baked buns, and a little bit of small thin pasta that looks rich with meat sauce.
I don't understand why a breakfast like this should be served on a plate like this, it makes the food cold and greasy very quickly.
It smelled like it was passing me by right now, making me feel incredibly hungry. I decided to leave quickly to find food to fill my stomach.
We passed each other without speaking, and I went downstairs while she walked towards Aaron's office.
But with that devastating taste blow just now, can he really eat now?
Might as well give it to me to eat. At least I was knowledgeable enough to know that the little piece of bread was slathered with guacamole.
I can't help but miss the good old days when I had Kate by my side, at least when I could have a loving breakfast, dinner or whatever meal from her anytime and anywhere, but not drooling over someone's plate like I do now.
Just as I was going downstairs while thinking about things like this, I heard the crisp sound of high heels coming from overhead.
Someone is coming down the stairs, still emotionally unstable.
I leaned to the right of the stairs while looking up to see a familiar lavender figure stomping down with loud steps. Yes, she still had the plate full of food in her hand, and I hadn't even gotten out of the building yet.
I really wanted to reach out and grab a small piece of bread, but reason made me stop in my tracks and look at her.
Her face was very ugly, her mouth was tightly pursed like a taut bow, and her lips were tender red, like a slice of thin uncooked beef. Her eyes were not so round, but rather elongated to near the temples because of the clenched teeth, so and looked sharp and mean.
Believe me, such an expression would not look good on anyone's face, especially such a lady who hates to let the whole world know that she is gentle and elegant. Getting her to say she is just jealous would be harder than killing her.
If I keep looking at her like this, she'll jump on me, I swear.
But now there is no chance to pull away, she quickly approached me, then her feet slipped, and her whole body and her hands with the fragrant plate tilted towards my direction.
There was a moment when I really wanted to open this woman's mind to see what she was thinking.
Did she think I would reach out and hold her up and then let that plate clasp solidly on me?
I shook my head and moved to simply dodge and watched her fall to the ground.
The dull sound of objects hitting the ground was accompanied by the crisp sound of plates being shattered, and the soup and olive oil paste on her beautiful dress stained them in various colors.
Based on the way she fell, I judged that her knee and right arm must have been in great pain.
So what? It's not like I'm going to feel guilty.
"How can you ...... Bertha, how can you do this?" , she sat with her arms around herself in a pile of food and started crying and began to accuse me.
"You spilled all the breakfast I made."
The scene soon attracted onlookers.
"Even if you want to pursue Aaron, I won't stop it. It's fine for everyone to compete peacefully, but how can you do this to me. ouch...... my arm."
She continued with a groan. "I hurt my arm."
"What's happening, Edna?" a dark-skinned werewolf frowned at her and then at me.
"Bertha? What did you do to her?"
I knew this werewolf, he had been standing in the crowd watching me during the last test, and when the test was passed he was the first to come to me for a challenge.
But that doesn't mean he agrees with me, I think he just recognizes people who are stronger than himself.
"Bullying the weak, we at Blue Moon Pack never tolerate the existence of such people." Another werewolf also said.
It seems they all think I hurt Edna.
Fog picked up casually. "That's for sure, after all, you're so strong, it doesn't look like she beat you up anyways."
Without speaking, I stepped forward and squatted down, reaching out my hand towards Edna. I think she must not have thought I would dare to touch her now, that's why she didn't hide.
"There's nothing wrong with her arm." I said.
There is indeed no problem, it's just that the muscles stay tense.
With that I stood up, fished a berry out of my pocket by hand and threw it at her. "Please eat a fruit."
The fruit wasn't big, but punching her in the face would have left a little bruise, I guarantee.
She held out her arm, trying to block it, but quickly reacted by clutching her arm in indignation and glaring at me.
The fruit was caught and held in the hands of a werewolf.
"Stop sitting there." I shook my head at her. "I'm not going to help you even if you're sitting."
"And your breakfast. Next time you should try dropping it on someone else, I think everyone would be happy to have you help with the laundry."
"Is this true Edna. why are you doing this?"
"I didn't! It's clearly ......"
"That's enough." I finally relented and interrupted her. "You can deliver Aaron's food if you want to, no one is stopping you. But now, here. If you keep saying these ridiculous things, I promise I'll make your words come true. What? Is your arm really trying to get hurt?"