Chapter 49: Chef Daniel (Part 1)

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Chef Daniel (Part 1)

The next morning, when Daniel woke up, he discovered that his face and pillow were covered in drool.

He was instantly disgusted with himself.

How pathetic!

He’d dreamed about eating shrimp and drooled this much?

Thankfully, nobody knew. Otherwise, his carefully maintained image would be completely ruined.

Feeling relieved, Daniel immediately got out of bed and tossed the pillow cover into the washing machine to destroy the evidence.

After a flurry of activity, Daniel finally finished cleaning up. By then, T’Challa had also gotten out of bed.

"Yaaawn..."

T’Challa had been awakened by Daniel.

The washing machine was simply too loud. The constant rumbling and shaking had dragged him right out of his sleep, and once he woke up, there was no going back.

"Morning..." T’Challa greeted weakly, looking exhausted.

He hadn’t slept well at all last night.

He had tossed and turned for hours, unable to fall asleep. The image of that girl kept drifting through his mind over and over again.

When he finally managed to doze off sometime after midnight, he even dreamed about her.

The details were fuzzy now, but he vaguely remembered the two of them having an amazing time together.

The only thing he remembered clearly was waking up that morning to discover his underwear was wet...

"What are we doing today?" T’Challa asked.

He had no idea what was going on with the college. Nobody had come looking for them or assigned them anything.

Once again, they had a completely free day.

"I’ve got something to take care of later, so I’m heading out," Daniel replied. "You’ll have to entertain yourself."

"Okay."

T’Challa agreed immediately.

Truthfully, he didn’t want to spend the day with Daniel anyway.

Today, he was going to look for his future queen.

Having Daniel tag along would only be a burden.

...

Today, Daniel planned to get all the shrimps from the fresh water sources and not from the grocery store.

So, he flew towards the Gulf of Mexico and Atlantic Coast, as he had learned that these places had the best shrimps in the world.

And, without bothering with tools, Daniel simply got into the ocean himself and started catching them by hand.

It wasn’t like he had anything to fear. If something bit him or pinched him, the unlucky one definitely wouldn’t be him.

After more than half an hour of gathering shrimp, Daniel finally stopped. He had collected nearly fifty pounds.

More than enough for the three of them.

Honestly, this might be an overkill.

The idea of eating all these shrimps sounded pretty exciting.

Daniel even got a bonus surprise. While catching these shrimps, he even found a few oysters.

Without hesitation, he tossed it into the bag as well. He planned to bring it back and make something healthy for T’Challa.

That kid’s bed had been shaking suspiciously often lately.

On the trip back, Daniel flew much more slowly, mainly because he was carrying a mountain of stuff.

If he flew too fast, the bags would tear apart.

By the time he returned to the dormitory carrying the massive load, nobody was home.

T’Challa was out and Daniel didn’t think much of it.

He found a large basin in the bathroom and dumped all the shrimp and oysters inside.

The bathroom was practically overflowing.

Thankfully, the basin was big enough.

Even after separating everything into two batches, there was still enough room.

That afternoon, T’Challa finally returned.

The moment he opened the bathroom door, he nearly jumped out.

Shrimps were everywhere.

"What happened here?!"

"What exactly did you do today?!"

T’Challa shouted at Daniel.

And only after Daniel gave him some explanation he calmed down.

Sitting down on the living room sofa, T’Challa looked towards the bathroom.

"So... these are the shrimp we’re eating tonight?"

"That’s right."

"But they’re still alive."

"I’ll cook them."

"You can cook?"

T’Challa’s face was filled with doubt.

"Of course I can!"

Daniel immediately felt insulted. Did this guy seriously think he couldn’t cook?

"I’ll prove it tonight. And when the food’s ready, you’d better not eat any!"

"I honestly wouldn’t try..."

T’Challa muttered under his breath.

Unfortunately, Daniel heard him.

The glare he received made T’Challa instinctively shrink his neck.

"Daniel..."

T’Challa suddenly said with a miserable expression.

"I think I got my heart broken."

He had actually wanted to talk about it the moment he got back.

But the shrimp disaster had distracted him.

Only now did he remember.

"Hm?"

"I found that girl from yesterday."

T’Challa looked utterly defeated.

"After I found her, I followed her around for a while."

"And?"

"I scared her away."

Daniel blinked.

"You two didn’t talk?"

"We did."

T’Challa looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"I followed her for quite a while. Eventually I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I went up to talk to her."

"I had barely walked in front of her when she told me she was going to call 911 and report me to the police!"

"I didn’t even do anything!"

"I explained myself, and then she told me to stop following her."

T’Challa’s face crumpled with grievance.

"And then she said she already had a boyfriend."

T’Challa looked utterly wronged.

Daniel "..."

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