Chapter 47: Breaking Through Psychological Fear: Heavy Rain, Broom, and Flying Lily...

The boiling water in the brass pot on the stove was boiling violently. Ye Wan took out the snail noodles from the basket with excitement.

Muffin sat on the refrigerator, sulking with his back to her. Ye Wan put rice noodles into the pot to simmer, looking up at him. "Don't be angry. I didn't take you with me because you were sleeping so well. Besides, I brought you a box of Muguli. It's delicious."

In the end, Ye Wan resolutely returned the box of red wine-flavored chocolate bars mixed with love potion and replaced it with a box of ordinary Moguli. The cashier, Mr. Rabbit, was very enthusiastic and said that there would be a big discount on the chocolates mixed with love potion during Cupid's Day, and he was welcome to come again next time.

I won’t buy it next time I come, Ye Wan thought.

When the rice noodles were cooked until they were round and translucent, Ye Wan took them out and rinsed them with cold water, then added the soup stock and sour bamboo shoots. A strange fermented sour aroma filled the air from the kitchen. When the rice noodles had absorbed the soup, he poured the bright red chili oil on them.

Ye Wan put the washed green vegetables, soaked black fungus shreds and fried peanuts into the refrigerator to cook. Pancake had already slid down from the refrigerator with his nose pinched, and ran away without looking back.

It quickly brought Youan in, sat on his shoulder, raised its paw to point at Ye Wan, and then squeaked worriedly.

Ye Wan had already put the snail noodles into a huge white porcelain bowl: "What happened?"

There was a rare hint of worry on Youan's cold face: "Oh Muffin said you were in the kitchen..."

Ye Wan raised the bowl of snail noodles and said, "It's very delicious. Try it."

His pale face twisted violently as if he had seen a fly: "No need."

Youan said firmly.

The snail soup had a dark brown, glossy sheen, with chili oil floating on the surface. Ye Wan sprinkled some emerald green onions and coriander on it. If the aroma hadn't been so strange, You An would have really wanted to try it.

He quickly stretched out his long legs and opened all the windows in the room, and the cool autumn breeze immediately blew in.

Ye Wan quickly picked up the spoon and stuffed a mouthful of powder into his mouth.

The expression on Youan's face froze.

"It's delicious, wouldn't you like one?" She gave an ill-intentioned smile.

Youan clenched his fist into a fist and coughed in front of his mouth. "Since you didn't have lunch, have one."

Muffin looked at the traitor angrily.

In the end, the two people took the snail noodles to the backyard to eat. The backyard of the tavern was overgrown with weeds, and occasionally you could see potato-sized goblins hiding under the leaves of the huge bird of paradise trees to avoid the rain.

The rice noodles are stewed until they are soft and sticky, the sour bamboo shoots become more and more addictive the more you chew them, and the peanut leaves in the seasoning packet are fried again at night, and they taste very fragrant and crispy.

A sip of the rice noodles soaked in the soup, the fresh, spicy taste immediately spread. Ye Wan was immune to spicy food, but You An's face still turned red from the spiciness.

She went to get two cups of passion fruit sparkling drinks and handed one to him: "Isn't it delicious?"

In the distance, under the flowers and leaves, two goblins were secretly looking at them through a bunch of daisies, pointing at them, and then pinching their noses.

"This goblin has no taste." Ye Wan said angrily.

She left a little soup, and Youan drank up all the soup at the bottom of the bowl. A thin layer of sweat broke out on the foreheads of both of them.

The wind picked up, and the clear sky suddenly became cloudy. It rarely rains in the capital in autumn, and even if it does, it is not a torrential downpour, but a slow drizzle that taps on the eaves.

It wasn't business hours yet, and the rain was like white noise, soporific. Pancake lay down on the sofa, drowsy with a bulging belly. You An was reading a slightly moldy old book titled "The Shadow Game of the Parliament of the Kingdom of Osenna," a very hypnotic title. Ye Wan was sitting on the other side of the sofa, reading "A Hundred Ways to Stuff Sausages" with great interest.

Among them, there is a kind of tea sausage that is simply mixed with spices and then lightly smoked, then spread directly on bread and eaten raw. It is said that it was a favorite of the nobles a hundred years ago. Ye Wan looked at it with disgust.

"I want to warn you." You An glanced at the book's introduction, then at Ye Wan, whose face was filled with disdain: "Nobles are not savages. No one would like to eat this kind of sausage. Don't listen to this book's nonsense."

"That's not necessarily true. How do you know what the nobles liked to eat a hundred years ago? Maybe their tastes were even wilder than those of savages," she said.

I thought the autumn rain would stop after a while, but it turned out to be getting heavier and heavier, almost crashing down and making the window frames buzz.

"Boom—"

Muffin woke up with such a fright that even his snot bubbles burst.

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden?"

Ye Wan opened the door. The rain was so heavy that white water splashed on the ground. Only a vague shadow of the clock tower in the distance remained. Even the cosmos flowers in the nearby flower beds were bent by the rain.

Ye Wan struggled to close the door, but the heavy rain still left some water stains on the floor. She glanced at the owl clock hanging on the wall and found that it was almost business hours.

"I don't think business will be good today." The noisy laughter in the tavern was replaced by the sound of violent rain.

Before she started stewing the semi-finished bamboo rolls, Ye Wan decided to send a signal bird to tell Lily that it was raining so heavily today and there was no need for her to come.

The broth made from kelp is poured into the pot, and the bamboo rounds are neatly placed in to stew. These cylindrical fish mince have been roasted to a slightly golden color, locking in the deliciousness of the fish.

The door of the pub opened and the first person to come in was Lily.

Ye Wan quickly went to get a towel for her: "Did the signal bird fail to deliver the letter? It's raining so hard today that it's inconvenient to come here."

Miraculously, Lily didn't get wet at all. She looked very light-hearted and comforted Ye Wan, "Oh, it's okay. I put on a waterproof cloak given to me by the tournament organizers. It's very useful. I didn't get wet at all."

Her hair was dry.

The second person to come in was Emma, ​​the daughter of the largest broom supplier in the royal capital. Her rainproof artifact was an umbrella that looked like a red mushroom. It could form a transparent mushroom-shaped shield, making people feel like walking in a transparent house.

It is said to be very expensive, costing 20 gold coins.

Lily said enviously, "But Sister Emma is completely different from the arrogant rich girl in the story."

"Oh yes, a real rich girl wouldn't have to work so hard as a salesperson in her own store." Emma winked at him kindly, sat down, and asked, "It's so cold outside, do you have anything hot to drink?"

Apparently, the red mushroom umbrella that costs 20 gold coins can only block water, not cold air.

The dark brown soup was already covered with pearl-like bubbles. Ye Wan added soaked shiitake mushrooms and okra cut into star shapes to the delicious broth.

Two bowls of steaming miso soup were brought to Emma and Lily. The miso soup was very delicious and rich. The bamboo rolls inside absorbed the soup and were chewy and soft. The okra was tender and the mushrooms were delicious. The soup was hot and the warmth spread directly from the stomach after drinking it.

The two drank with gusto. Ye Wan looked out the window. The rain had washed the window so clean that he couldn't see anything. The water was pouring down from the eaves like a waterfall.

"There shouldn't be any more guests coming now." Ye Wan thought.

"Bang." The heavy door of the tavern was opened again, and thick rain vapor and the fishy smell of earth squeezed into the tavern.

The person who came in was soaked by the rain. Obviously, this person did not have a waterproof cloak or a high-end red mushroom umbrella. The rain flowed down her raincoat and formed a trickle on the floor.

The man was tall, with long blond hair clinging to his face, and he looked a bit like the Loch Ness Monster.

Ye Wan tried to identify it for a long time, until the person reached out and pulled the wet hair back, then Ye Wan recognized it:

"It's Kiara." Ye Wan breathed a sigh of relief and handed her a clean white towel. "I'm very touched that you came to eat in this rainy weather. I'll give you a 50% discount."

Kiara looked a little embarrassed: "Oh no, I'm not here to eat."

The cheerful Kiara looked a little shy for once. She turned to Emma and said, "I just went to your shop, but it was closed. I came to the tavern to try my luck."

Emma blinked at her and said, "You don't want to borrow a broom from me in this weather, do you?"

Kiara nodded awkwardly.

"I certainly can't lend it to you... You know Kiara, no matter how much rent you are willing to pay, even if you have to buy it with money, I can't sell the broom to you." Emma said seriously.

It was rare for Ye Wan to see such a serious expression on Emma's face. She asked curiously, "Why?"

The flying device on the broom is made of silver-plated material. In other words, in such a severe thunderstorm, the flying device is as scary as a lightning rod. Lightning will chase the flying broom and hit it, which is very unsafe. Since the invention of the flying broom, there have been no less than 20 safety accidents in thunderstorms.

Kiara sat down deflated, "Oh alright alright, I knew this would be the outcome."

Ye Wan asked, "Where are you going? I remember someone had a carriage..."

Kiara pulled a handful of her hair in frustration. "The carriage is useless. The only bridge leading to the healing hospital has collapsed due to the swollen river, and the only land route is also cut off. I guess I can only ride a flying broom. Maybe a magic carpet would be okay, but who has an old-fashioned magic carpet these days?"

She carefully pulled a small box from her pocket. Inside was a small blue mushroom covered in a large amount of mycelium. "The nurse asked me to pick this from the cliffs of Moonlight Forest during my last hospital stay. A child bitten by a werewolf had a recurring inflammation that couldn't be sutured. This mycelium is a very useful adhesive, but it loses its vitality after three hours. I had to work really hard to pick it. Who could have imagined it would rain so hard?"

"I'm going to borrow a magic carpet." Youan went to put on a waterproof cloak: "I know a family that has one."

Ye Wan: "You have lost your memory, but you still have friends?" You An glared at him.

"I'll go."

A weak voice spoke.

It was Lily who was standing silently at the bar. Her face looked pale under the light of the pub. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles turning white from the force. She remembered the impact when she fell from mid-air on her broom. However, there was a child in the treatment center who urgently needed this medicine, and it would be a pity to miss the time.

Although fear gripped Lily's heart like a vine, she still said firmly, "I'll go. I don't need a broom with a flying device. Just give me an ordinary one."

Her beautiful eyes, which were always frightened by the broom, became determined: "I can now fly at a low altitude, and stay close to the river surface. The air currents from low-altitude flying are much smoother."

Ye Wan was very worried: "But you haven't been able to..."

"I know werewolves. Being bitten by a werewolf is very painful. Let me go. I can handle it."

She put her waterproof cloak back on and took the tavern cleaning broom from the corner.

Kiara released her signal bird: "My signal bird is in front to guide the direction. Look at the light on its tail."

Ye Wan put the mycelium into a waterproof bag and then wrapped the bag tightly around Lily.

Lily climbed onto the broom awkwardly, her legs shaking.

"When you come back after sending it off, I'll make you another pot of hot soup, okay?" Ye Wan patted her back soothingly.

Lily took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them firmly. She gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands and kicked her feet back suddenly.

The broom carried her like a lone boat in a big river, and soon she rushed into the white rain curtain and disappeared.