I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 49: Hunger makes people think weird thoughts.

"What do you know about agriculture?"

Cornflower blue eyes looked at him like he was insane.

Ravi cleared his throat, "Do you know how to harvest tomatoes?"

The cat stared at him before shaking his head, "You can only harvest them when they are mature. Like this one, when it is mature, it turns red. Then you squeeze, it should yield a bit but still very firm. Try it. Ah! Your paws can’t squeeze. Let’s move on. It is best to harvest tomatoes in the morning, that way the temperature is cooler but we need them for dinner so we are harvesting them before dinner. Okay. The how. Use pruning shears." He picked up a stone when turned into pruning shears causing the cat to swallow and move back one step.

"You cut the stem about an inch above the fruit. Do not pull, do not twist. Do you understand?"

The cat looked at the shear and then the man and nodded.

"Good. You are very smart." He said, patting the cat. "Have some snacks, I would go and bathe, maybe watch a movie then come down for dinner. If you have anything you want for dinner, take the ingredients from the pantry and put them on the table."

The cat nodded.

Ravi smiled and patted the head, "Smart."

Unexpectedly the cat moved away from his hand and ran away.

Ravi went upstairs, he had a nice bath and changed into a pair of loose cotton tracksuits and a light blue t-shirt before jumping into his bed. He pulled his laptop closer to himself and put on a comedy show. After a while, he stood up to pour himself a glass of mango juice from the fridge in his room and continued the show.

He did not feel bored, rather a hint of excitement danced in his veins anytime he thought about the next day, by tomorrow, he would add the yeast and then after 7 days, he would strain the grape skin and pulp from the liquid before transferring it into another jar and burying them next to his painting workshop.

Thinking about painting, Ravi swallowed that expression of Arlen in the office, that forlorn, helpless expression. His finger twitched, he had never seen it before, was he a bad person, if he wanted to see it again, if he wanted to paint it just once?

That painting should have dried. His body vanished, appearing in the workshop. The painting hung on the easel facing the sun. It had dried enough, and Ravi swallowed the moment he saw it.

He had been drunk when he painted it. He always made his best painting when he was drunk and he could not think but he never imagined that the painting was this...

"Beautiful." He breathed out.

His heart was suddenly filled with a complex feeling as he reached his fingers as if to touch the painting. In the painting, Arlen was leaning on the window in his office, his face was tilted to the side talking to someone and he was laughing. The sun shone down from the window, crafting a figure that seemed to be bathed in ethereal light.

He was talking to Lisa, he had drawn this in those days when the Captain would not give him such a smile.

Had he given him such a smile? Probably, but he had given that smile to a lot of people, what if, what if he had a smile that he gave just him, a smile that belonged to just him? How beautiful would such a smile be?

Ravi hurriedly stepped away from the painting. What did he just think right now, what was he thinking?

Hunger.

Hunger made people think crazy thoughts.

That made sense. He had not had dinner yet.

"Let’s have dinner."

The cat stopped watching television and turned to look at the window. There was still light out, it was not dinner time.

Ravi coughed, "If I start cooking now, by the time I am done. It would be dark. Have you decided what you want to eat yet?"

The cat nodded and leaped over the sofa car and headed into the pantry. Soon it came out with a packet in its mouth.

"Spaghetti. We can do it." Ravi grinned as he took the packet from the cat.

For dessert, Ravi decided to make a green apple jelly. He would put the sudachi curd on the floor of the plate and place the round jelly on top of it. After putting down the bowl on top of the pot, he put in the sudachi zest and butter and slowly mixed it. Soon he was done.

He made some vegetable salad and then took out some pickled cucumbers before he started to work on the pasta.

Tomato pasta had not always been his favorite because he could not easily gauge when the tomato was ready but after years of practice, he could gauge it.

After roasting the tomato with the peppers, garlic, and onions, he blended it and started on the sauce. A bit of oil, and some tomato paste, fried it for a while, then added the thyme and the blended tomatoes, he allowed it to cook and added some basil and some spices with a dash of cream. As the sauce shimmered, he sieved the pasta and added it to the sauce, tossed it around for three minutes before he switched off the fire.

He looked outside. It was dark already, just five minutes after seven. The jelly had taken much more time than Ravi had expected.

He forgot about the leftover chicken. He should have added it to the food, it was already too late now. They could use it tomorrow, either to make congee in the morning or eat noodles at night, for lunch the child would eat the leftover spaghetti. He made a mental note to remind the child before leaving tomorrow when he heard it.

Knock! Knock!

Ravi froze. He had been in this house for five years and there had not been a single visitor. Even the agent had signed the contract in Davenport central area, rather than stepping his feet in Harlan.

Ravi’s brows furrowed. Who was it?

The next second, the gate creaked open. fгeewebnovёl.com