209 Tom Teaching a Disciple

Lynch's hearing was very good and he could vaguely hear the voices of two women in the grass in the distance.

"Pudding, so you're here tonight. Did Mom send you?"

"Ah?! Sister, let me explain!"

Pudding was only 10 years old at this time, and seemed to be in a hurry when faced with her sister's questioning.

"Tell me, did Mom ask you to tamper with my husband's memory?"

Faced with her sister's piercing gaze, little Pudding hesitated, stammering, but eventually gave in.

"Then... I can tell you, but you can't tell Mr. Lynch," Pudding said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I won't let my husband cause trouble for you. You're family," Garrett reassured her.

"Uh-huh."

Pudding took a moment to gather her thoughts, then spoke timidly, "Mom said that Mr. Lynch wouldn't be wary of children."

"She wants me to find an opportunity to modify Mr. Lynch's memory when he lowers his guard."

Afraid Garrett might misunderstand, Pudding quickly added, "It's just a small change. It will only make Mr. Lynch more friendly toward our Cake Island."

"Mom said my ability is still weak. With Mr. Lynch's memory, it's the most I can do to make a slight adjustment."

"If I try to change it too much, I won't be able to, and Mr. Lynch will notice and restore his memory."

After speaking, Pudding nervously clutched the corner of her clothes and lowered her head, waiting for her sister's scolding.

But the expected reprimand didn't come. Instead, Garrett gently stroked Pudding's light brown hair and said, "It's getting late. You should go back now. Cake Island is lightly guarded at the moment, so remember not to wander around at night."

"Sister, aren't you going to scold me?" Little Pudding raised her head in confusion, her small hands nervously twisting together.

"Why would I scold you? You were just forced into it," Garrett replied kindly.

"Okay, don't make your sister worry. Go back now."

After watching Pudding leave, Garrett quietly went to Lynch's room. She softly opened the door and whispered, "Husband, are you awake? If not, I have something to tell you."

Lynch unfolded the quilt beside him, patted it, and said, "Lie down here and tell me."

"I heard the conversation between you and Pudding just now." Lynch held Garrett's pretty face and said, "Thank you."

Between an old husband and wife, sometimes there is no need to say too many words, just a look is enough.

Lynch understood that Garrett was on his side, and Garrett understood that, for her sake, her husband didn't mind this small maneuver with her mother.

"You… don't blame mom?"

"It's strange, of course," Lynch replied softly. 

"But you know Linlin. She's the kind of woman who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She'd sacrifice her husband or even kill her children to achieve it. I'd be surprised if she didn't act like this tonight."

"Just for you, I'm willing to forgive her this time."

"Husband..." Garrett looked at him with loving eyes.

…

After the tender moment, Lynch saw Garrett off.

"Ah, it's not my own territory. It's still a bit inconvenient," Lynch thought, gazing out into the night. 

Later that night, Tom Cat slipped through the door crack like a thief, only to be caught by Lynch.

"Why did you come back so late?" Lynch asked.

Tom Cat spread his paws and held up a sign with a look of despair: [Long Bread can't learn my cooking skills, and he won't let me go, alive or dead.]

Tom Cat recalled the process of teaching his disciple and wiped the non-existent sweat from his brow. Teaching a disciple was truly difficult. 

If it weren't for the hundred delicious hams, he would never have accepted another disciple.

He didn't understand. It was the same raw material and the same steps. He guided Long Bread through each one, step by step. 

But while Tom's soup was a hit, Long Bread's soup poisoned seven people.

The soup looked exactly the same on the surface, but the results were very different once it was tasted. 

Tom swore he wasn't cheating around. After all, he was a cat with professional ethics. If he accepted the ham, he had to teach properly.

"Then how did you manage to leave?" Lynch asked.

Tom Cat started drawing on the wooden sign. The picture showed people in the kitchen collapsed, with a skull drawn over the soup in front of them.

[The people who drank the soup made by Long Bread were poisoned and passed out. Later, Long Bread himself crazily drank his own soup and fainted. That's when I got the chance to leave.]

Lynch looked at the picture and smirked. "Well, it seems Tom's cooking skills really aren't something that ordinary people can learn." 

Poor Long Bread, this might be the greatest challenge of his career. Hopefully, he won't give up just yet.

The steps and ingredients were the same, but the soup Tom made wasn't poisonous. 

Any chef would go crazy after this experience.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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