Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

"Hill, where is your kitchen?"

"My room doesn't have a kitchen. Everyone uses the public kitchen..." Hill pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Lin En comforted: "It's okay. When your first light novel is published and you get the royalties, you can rent a warm house and even hire a maid. You don't need to do anything, just work and play. "

Hill: "Huh? I haven't thought about this yet..."

Linn smiled and said, "You don't want to stay in this small rental house all your life, do you?"

Hill: "I...of course not!"

Lynn: "Then just listen to me from now on. I will definitely not harm you."

Hill lowered his head: "Okay...Okay, Mr. Lynn."

Because the room in the Hill family was too small to be used in the room, and the kitchen was shared, Linn brought the ingredients to the shared kitchen. Fortunately, no one was using the shared kitchen now. Most of the tenants here were at work, so they were not there. Lunch made at home.

"My broken wooden box is filled with withered flowers~"

Lin En, who was in a good mood, put on the apron, hummed a song softly, turned on the faucet, and stood by the sink washing vegetables. His concentration made Hill fascinated, and his eyes were blurred. Fantasy up.

Mr. Lin En is really an optimistic, kind, and handsome man. Isn't he the perfect hero in the novel I want to write?

Wait, Hill, how can you think like this? You must know that the heroine in the story is based on myself. As the story develops, they will become lovers until death!

Oh my god, Mr. Linn helped me like this, and I fantasized about him like this. I am so... so pretentious!

Hill blushed immediately when she thought of this, and she quickly turned her face away to prevent Linn from seeing anything unusual.

Fortunately, Lin En was handling the ingredients carefully and did not notice her blush for the time being.

After regaining her clarity, Hill felt very sorry to see Lin En Yiyi busy. She obviously wanted to treat Mr. Lin En to dinner, but in the end, why did Lin En cook for her?

She hesitated for a moment, rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her little hand, and wanted to take the potatoes on the table.

But Linn also stretched out his fingers, ready to take the potato.

As a result, the two hands touched together without any warning, and Hill retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

Linn pretended to be surprised: "Well, what are you doing, Hill?"

Hill's heart was pounding, his cheeks were red with embarrassment, he pursed his lips, pointed at the potatoes in Lynn's hand, and said incoherently: "I...I just want to help, I definitely don't want to touch your hand, don't get me wrong. Mr. Lynn!”

Lin En smiled faintly: "No need to apologize, Hill, you just need to go back to the room and wait for me to prepare delicious food. If you are really bored, you can go downstairs and walk around twice before coming back up."

Hill: "Okay, Mr. Lynn, I won't interrupt."

Linn shrugged: "As long as you are happy."

.....

An hour later, the aroma of hot pot spread throughout the corridor. Linn picked up the pot filled with cooked ingredients and walked to Hill's room.

"Hahaha, here comes the hot pot~"

"Oh my God, it smells so good. I've never seen it done like this before!"

Lynn: "This traditional oriental food is very suitable for winter."

Hill's pale golden eyes lit up when she saw the pot boiling and filled with delicious food. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva and rubbed her hands.

Linn used homemade chopsticks to pick up a piece of mutton roll, put it into Hill's bowl, and said gently:

"Try it quickly, be careful it's hot."

Hill nodded, and put the mutton roll into his mouth along with the dipping sauce. The delicious flavor exploded on his taste buds, and then he swallowed it whole. The feeling of eating meat made Hill very satisfied. Even moved to tears.

"Wow, it's really delicious, Mr. Linn!"

After eating hot pot, Hill actually cried. This was something Linn didn't expect. He quickly pulled out two pieces of paper to wipe Hill's tears.

"No, is this going to make you cry?"

Hill choked up and explained: "No, that's not the case, Mr. Linn. Hill just feels that he is so lucky. In the most difficult time, he met you, a kind-hearted person. If it weren't for your teachings, I wouldn't be where I am now." , the manuscript hasn’t been finished yet, let alone eating delicious food here.”

After hearing this, Lin En comforted: "Hill, my guidance is only one aspect. Your success is mainly due to your own efforts. You are really great, Hill!"

Harsh words can hardly break a strong person's defense, but one or two words of sincere concern are like a gentle knife, piercing her heart.

Lin En's words made Hill's nose sore, and he couldn't hold back his tears again. The grievances he had suffered in the past, and the hardships he had suffered, all came to his heart at this moment, and he wanted to vent them through tears.

Lin En sat next to Hill and quietly passed a tissue to Hill. At this moment, he just wanted to accompany the crying girl quietly.

Hill, who finally recovered after crying, had red eyes and an apologetic look on his delicate and pale face.

She looked at Lin En and felt very sorry: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin En, I just couldn't help crying again. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't control it."

Lynn: "It's understandable, it's completely understandable. Sometimes, people need to vent their innermost emotions. Now that we've done enough venting, shall we continue to eat delicious food?"

Hill nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The two began to eat a whole pot of delicious food. Surprisingly, Hill ate almost the same amount as Lynn. During this period, the most popular thing she said was:

“This is so delicious!”

“That one is delicious too!”

An hour later, Hill held his round belly and was sweating profusely. He sat on the chair contentedly and murmured: "Huh...I feel so full and my stomach is so full. I don't want to move at all."

Lin stood up and put away the dishes: "I'm going to wash the dishes."

Hill's eyes widened and he stood up: "Hey, no need, Mr. Linn, I will do it myself later. If you do all the washing and cooking, I will feel uneasy!"

Lin En pondered for a moment and smiled: "Since you insist on washing the dishes, I will leave this difficult task to you. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Hearing that Linn was leaving, Hill's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, "Okay, then I'll see you off..."

The two walked along the dim corridor to the street on the first floor. Winter snow had already covered the ground.

Lin En breathed out white air and said with a smile: "Just send it here. It's too cold outside. You are weak and can catch cold easily."

After saying that, Linn turned to leave, but his windbreaker was held by Hill's hand.

Linn turned around and said, "Hill, is there anything else you can do?"

Hill: "Mr. Lynn, there is one thing that I am a little confused about. I didn't have the courage to say it before, but now I really can't help but want to ask you."

Lynn: "Just tell me."

Hill asked: "Mr. Linn, why are you so nice to me? You teach me how to write, and you make delicious food for me... regardless of anything in return. If this continues, I will be very uneasy, because I really don't have anything." I can repay you..."