I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 73 Beautiful things should never be broken, therefore 1

As the last rays of evening light disappeared below the horizon, Vera stood somewhere gazing into the distance.

She was gazing at the two restaurants in the distance, their lights shining warmly.

On the left is Sylvia's restaurant.

The restaurant was bathed in a soft, warm yellow hue from the glowing mushrooms, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Through the glass, you could almost see that petite figure busily preparing something in the kitchen, her twin ponytails swaying gently with her movements.

To the right is Lynn's restaurant—the lights are brighter, and there are even a few newly transplanted luminous plants on the windowsill, emitting a faint blue-white halo in the twilight.

You can't see his kitchen from here.

But Vera could picture the dark-haired youth preparing his so-called "surprise" in the kitchen, a wicked smile playing on his lips that both angered and annoyed her.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Go ahead.

Let's not go.

Go ahead.

don't go...

Her feet made the choice before her brain did—

When she came to her senses, Vera had already silently bypassed the road to Sylvia's restaurant, walked along the forest path, and arrived directly at the back door of Lynn's restaurant.

When the door was opened, Lynn was indeed already waiting.

He leaned against the counter, wiping a kitchen knife in his hand.

Seeing Vera enter, a smile, three parts mockery, three parts amusement, and four parts smugness, curled at the corners of his lips.

"Vera, you're here?"

"Um?!"

"I am coming."

"Where's the surprise you mentioned?"

Vera turned her face away, trying to hide her eagerness.

"So urgent?"

"Wait a moment, this tastes best when it's fresh."

"I promise I'll make your stomach bloated tonight."

Lynn put down the kitchen knife and slowly washed her hands.

Unlike Lynn's leisurely pace.

Every second of waiting was agonizing for Vera.

Her stomach felt empty, and she longed to be filled.

My heart is heavy, filled with guilt towards Sylvia.

She sat in her usual spot, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.

Her emerald green eyes would sometimes gaze toward the kitchen, and sometimes drift toward the window—in that warm yellow window, Sylvia must still be waiting for her, right?

I am sorry.

I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry.

Sylvia.

She repeated it to herself countless times, but her guilt did not diminish in the slightest.

But she was also incredibly excited, anticipating the surprise Lynn had prepared.

When I saw that surprise.

Vera's expectations were instantly overshadowed by another emotion.

Puzzled.

Vera was somewhat confused.

It's on a tray.

It was a plate of crystal-clear green bamboo and carp sashimi, arranged in a petal-like shape.

A plate of perfectly grilled dried squid, with tempting charred marks on the surface.

There were also a few boiled prawns, their shells displaying a perfect orange-red hue.

It looks...delicious, but not exactly a "surprise".

Because it seems like we've already eaten everything.

"Lin, Lynn."

"Is this the surprise you were talking about?"

Vera blinked, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Yes." Lynn placed the tray in front of her, but the malice in his smile deepened.

"And this too."

He then took out a small earthenware jar from behind him, opened the lid, and scooped out a clump of thick wasabi paste (similar to pure natural mustard, but better than mustard; it originated in China and has been consumed for over two thousand years).

The moment the wasabi paste is added to the soy sauce dish and stirred evenly.

A strong, pungent, and pungent odor suddenly exploded out!

It flowed directly into Vera's high, straight nose.

"Cough! Cough cough!" Vera choked and leaned back, her emerald green eyes instantly becoming misty.

"Lynn, what did you put in there?"

"It smells so pungent, so awful..."

She covered her mouth and nose, and said with some resistance, "You really want me to eat this?"

"yes."

"Dip it in and swallow it all."

Lynn had already sat down opposite her, propping his chin up and looking at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Lynn, can you not eat?"

"The smell is so strange, it just...it doesn't feel right."

Vera's voice carried a hint of coquettish pleading.

Lynn's smile faded slightly, but her tone carried an air of undeniable authority: "I said, dip it in, then swallow it."

"never mind."

"Let me feed you."

Lynn suddenly stood up and walked over.

He casually picked up a slice of sashimi as thin as a cicada's wing, rolled it lightly in the dipping sauce, and then brought it to Vera's lips.

"ah--"

"Vera, open your mouth."

He drawled out his words, as if he were coaxing a child.

The strange smell hit her nostrils, and Vera's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears again.

She looked at the piece of fish in front of her, which was covered in a somewhat questionable green sauce, and then glanced at Lynn—

The latter looked at her with gentle eyes and a smile.

"Lynn, it's okay if I don't eat, I..." She tried to make one last effort, her mouth slightly open as if to speak—

Lynn didn't care about her.

Take advantage of her slightly open mouth to reveal a flaw.

Lynn moved quickly, and the entire piece of salmon sashimi went into Vera's mouth.

"Ugh—!"

Spicy! Pungent! An indescribable, stimulating sensation exploded in my mouth, as if it were shooting straight into my brain!

Vera's tears welled up instantly, and she covered her mouth, letting out a muffled whimper.

But the next second—

The natural sweetness of the fish, and its cool, smooth texture.

The strange, addictive spiciness of the wasabi sauce began to constantly stimulate her taste buds.

It made her want to eat it again.

Vera was stunned.

She blinked her tearful eyes, looked down at the dish of dipping sauce, then looked up at Lynn. Her expression changed from pain to confusion, then from confusion to...longing?

"Well……"

"What a strange smell..."

She muttered softly, her voice slightly nasal.

But the chopsticks had already honestly reached for the second piece of sashimi.

"But I really want to eat another one..."

This time, she took the initiative to dip her finger in the sauce—carefully, only a tiny bit.

When she put it in her mouth, she choked and frowned, but she couldn't wait to chew.

The third film.

The fourth piece.

The charred aroma and chewy texture of the grilled dried squid, and the fresh, sweet, and bouncy texture of the boiled shrimp, all come alive after being dipped in wasabi soy sauce.

The small dish of dipping sauce dwindled at a visible rate.

"Lynn." Vera looked up, her emerald eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed with a lovely blush from the spiciness and satisfaction.

She held up the nearly empty dipping sauce dish, her tone carrying a hint of cute coquetry.

"Is there more? I want more~"

Lynn naturally wouldn't refuse the little foodie's coquettish pleading.

He smiled and took the plate: "Wait a minute, I'll make another one."

Just as Lynn was about to walk towards the kitchen—

Vera's body suddenly froze.

Her expression froze on her face, and panic, guilt, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her emerald eyes.

She turned her head slightly, as if listening to some unseen whisper.

The sounds of nature.

The sounds of nature from Sylvia, filled with concern and expectation.