Chapter Twenty-Two: The Cocktail Party

  Yun Hai Fan overestimated her own endurance, although she had always been quite resilient, but under the torture of the piercing sound, she couldn't help but faint elegantly.

  Yun Hai Fan opened his eyes to find that the layout of his home seemed a bit different. The view was much broader, and it was cleaner and more tidy, but most importantly, wasn't the bed in his room just an ordinary wooden plank bed? When did it become so soft and comfortable?

  Nothing can be done...

  Carefully surveying the room, the famous detective Yun Hai Fan inferred that this household, although not a large aristocratic family, was still a relatively powerful and promising middle-class family. From the magic books on the desk, it could be inferred that he was in the home of a magician. The room's decoration was simple and modern, and the owner was likely a young magician with more ability than reputation, quietly working hard to make a name for himself in the magical world.

  Wasn't it brought back home by someone?

  But this guy seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder...

  "Are you awake?" A figure that was all too familiar appeared before her.

  Yun Hai Fan was suddenly startled, but in an instant she reacted - when the curse was lifted that day, only she, Ge Hui and Lan Si Cheng were present. Previously, it had been inferred that he was a young magician, and Ge Hui's age was obviously too mature... Moreover, Yun Hai Fan silently withdrew her previous speculation that the master of the house was a "tomboy".

  "Hmm..." Yun Hai Fan, who was usually quick-witted, was rare to be slow on the uptake. It wasn't until after he asked that he regretted it, "Is this your home?"

  Nonsense, if it's not his family's problem then whose is it?

  "That day you fainted, and I didn't know where your home was. It wasn't convenient to take you to Mr. Ge's place either, so I could only bring you here." Being able to downplay ambiguous words was one of Lance's strong suits, although these words sounded even more ambiguous to outsiders.

  "Thank you...... Hehe." Yun Hai Fan's expression was rich and colorful, resentfully cursing an old woman who was secretly laughing somewhere.

  What's inconvenient about her place? Isn't it even more inconvenient here?

  "It's nothing." Lance turned around and was about to leave, when Yun Haifeng suddenly realized that his expression had been slightly tired earlier, and then looked at himself lying on the bed: "Uh... you didn't sleep all night?"

  "No, I slept on the couch for two nights."

  "Two nights?"

  "Yes." Lance turned his head, "Today is Saturday."

  "I can really sleep." Yun Hai Fan muttered to himself, "Aren't you going to work?"

  "There are originally few people who can withstand the curse." Lance said with a hint of "it's a miracle you're still alive", "I asked for your leave, because I didn't know when you would wake up, and things here can't be disturbed, so I went to school just to go through the motions and came back."

  So... he's been waiting here all along?

  Yun Hai's face involuntarily flushed with two touches of crimson, and he looked lovable: "That... you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

  Lance looked at her with a hint of confusion: "Yes."

  "As a thank you, I'll help make your lunch."

  Lance gave her a glance and nodded silently.

  It turned out that Yun Hai Fan wasn't a gentle lady, but a foodie. After many years of tempering herself through independent living, the kitchen was soon filled with fragrance. In order to make lunch look more colorful and appetizing, Yun Hai Fan slightly showcased her knife skills. Seeing the carrot that would be wasted if not used in cooking, she switched to a sharp knife and carved out four moonflower blossoms.

  It's impossible to finish eating, Yunhai Fan cut the remaining scraps into pieces and marinated them in soy sauce, preparing to pair with tonight's congee.

  Lan Se didn't mind, Yun Hai Fan was slightly pleased.

  I'll take it back and eat it myself.

  When Lance walked into the kitchen after finishing his nap, a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes: "At this time, it's best to have some wine."

  "Get out!" Yun Hai Fan almost jumped up, "I'm a good student, I don't drink."

  "Really?" Lance sneered with a smile, "Good students tell lies? Good students play truant? Good students design teachers?"

  As he spoke, he took out a set of cocktail tools from the innermost layer of the cabinet: "Not adding some drinks would be ungrateful for your kindness. Moreover, not all cocktails are meant to get you drunk."

  It's hard for wine not to make people drunk, but it also makes them sober?

  Clouds and waves sail together.

  "As you can see, I actually have a wine cellar here." Lance's eyes gleamed with mystery, his expression making Yun Hai Fan feel a chill behind his back. "I've always been very generous to my students."

  "Lan Lao Da, now that I see you, I finally understand one thing."

  "Huh?"

  "Foodies rule the world."

  Lance leaned over and looked at her: "I'm glad we reached an agreement."

  “……”

  For a long time, Yun Hai Fan had been fond of the profession of bartender. It was unknown how long ago, she didn't live in Kui Xuan City yet, and she wasn't an orphan at that time. She liked the lawn in her neighborhood very much, every morning and dusk there would be a young man holding a mineral water bottle doing the same but strange action. Later, the young man told her that he was practicing bartending, he wanted to be a bartender.

  Yun Hai Fan couldn't remember the surname and name of the young bartender, but she always remembered the three words "bartender" until later when her parents disappeared and she was taken to Quicksand City by so-called guardians. On many sleepless nights, she would think of the thin figure under the sunset.

  "Here, derel." Lance handed over the cocktail glass. "Because it's a non-alcoholic cocktail, it's a bit bland, so it's called 'Cinderella'."

  The "Cinderella" cocktail has the warmest light red color, with a strong coconut flavor lingering in the crystal clear glass, decorated with simple and elegant pineapple slices, its sweet taste makes Yun Hai Fan fall in love with it.

  "What are you drinking?" she asked.

  "Lunapark." Lanceson was very satisfied with his knife work, the apple moon and cherry star were cut very beautifully.

  Yunhai Fan stared at the blue one: "Do you like blue?"

  "Yeah, maybe it's because my surname is Lan."

  "Interesting way of putting it. Cheers."

  "That requires champagne." He said so with his mouth, still clinking glasses with Yun Hai Fan in a seemingly casual manner, "Do you know the legend of Luna Park?"

  Yun Hai Fan shook his head: "I only know that Blue Marguerite is legendary, does Moon Park also have it?"

  "Of course, I've always thought that beautiful things have a deeper meaning. The bartender must have had his own thoughts when naming this cocktail. Let's take a guess." Lance's voice was low and husky, with a hint of mature charm that effortlessly captured Yun Hai Fan's attention. "Moonlight, Starlight, Seashore, Blue Sand... these names already evoke a sense of nostalgia. The addition of the acidic drink is like the feeling that memories bring - it's a little bitter, but still sweet enough to make you reluctant to let go. Everyone has an unforgettable past..."

  This is the rhythm of memories.

  Yun Hai Fan took a sip of "Cinderella".