"Should we really let the Young Miss bring someone of unknown origin back like this? If the boss finds out, he'll blame us."
"He's just a kid, anyway. With us watching, nothing should happen. If we interfere and spoil the Young Miss's mood, we might not find such a relaxed job again."
"That's true. But becoming a beggar at such a young age... the poor guy."
"Isn't that the truth? He looks younger than my son."
Nakiri Alice and Dylan walked ahead while the two bodyguards in suits chatted behind them. Although they had some reservations about the Young Miss casually bringing someone home, as bodyguards, they absolutely couldn't interfere with her actions.
Their job was protection, not parenting.
"My house is just ahead! I'll cook for you later. Don't judge me by my age; I'm actually a very skilled chef!"
Nakiri Alice's innocent voice echoed beside him. Dylan nodded upon hearing her words, "Then I'd be honored to accept. It's my privilege to taste the Young Miss's cooking."
Knowing he would soon have a meal, Dylan's mood lightened considerably. Once he regained his strength and changed his clothes, he was confident that with his abilities, he could quickly thrive and make a name for himself.
As for where the clothes would come from? Please, she was a young lady from a wealthy family! She had already brought him home; surely she wouldn't mind lending him a set of old clothes, right?
"You speak quite pleasantly."
A smile bloomed on Nakiri Alice's face as she led Dylan into her home – a spacious and bright villa.
Wooden floors, a modern kitchen, spotless tabletops, and the young girl already wearing an apron – every detail touched Dylan.
"Jonah, take Dylan to the bathroom first. And buy two sets of new clothes on the way."
Looking at the grimy Dylan, young Nakiri Alice couldn't help but frown. She instructed one of the taller bodyguards to take him for a bath and purchase some suitable clothes.
"Yes, Young Miss. Please come with me, Mr. Dylan."
As Nakiri Alice's guest, despite his ragged attire, the bodyguard remained respectful. Smiling, he gestured for Dylan to follow. It was part of his professional conduct; he would never look down on anyone.
However, this person's clothes felt strange, somewhat resembling ancient garments from China. Though tattered, one could discern their former luxury. Was it some kind of specially tailored attire? It seemed this person was quite remarkable before falling on hard times.
Realizing this, the bodyguard's expression became even more respectful. He led Dylan to the villa's bathroom, told him he would return in twenty minutes, and then left for a nearby shopping street to buy clothes.
Dylan looked at the exquisitely decorated bathroom before him, his fingers tracing the clean white tiles, his expression somewhat complex. Then, he took off his clothes and started showering.
"Why did I transmigrate a second time? Was I plotted against, or is this due to some kind of world rule? Will I continue to cross over in the future..."
Warm water cascaded from the showerhead. An expression of enjoyment appeared on Dylan's face as he skillfully lathered up with shower gel and shampoo.
"Whatever. For now, I'll just take it one step at a time. But this transmigration is different from the last one; I arrived directly in this world this time."
Compared to his previous transmigration into the world of Chuuka Ichiban!, where he was born, this time he had arrived whole.
Except, he had lost consciousness somewhere along the way and didn't know what he'd experienced. Not only were his clothes in tatters, but he also felt as if he hadn't eaten in days!
"In this situation, the breakthrough point is clearly the Young Miss. Since she's the heir to a culinary family, she definitely wouldn't ignore a highly skilled chef..."
While thinking, Dylan had already figured out a way to establish himself in this world.
"I've placed the clothes in the basket outside."
The bodyguard's voice came from outside, followed by the sound of a door closing.
"Okay, thank you."
Dylan politely expressed his thanks. After hearing the door close, he shook the water from his hair, quickly dried himself with a fresh towel, opened the shower door, and changed into the clothes the bodyguard had bought for him.
It was a very ordinary set of clothes: a white shirt and jeans. After changing and looking in the mirror, who else could the striking young man with sharp features be but him?
Sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and rugged features – any woman who saw him couldn't help but look twice, sighing inwardly, "So handsome!"
Pushing open the bathroom door, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen to his nose. Cheese, potatoes, bacon... it smelled somewhat like a French-style Gratin Dauphinois or similar cheese-baked potato dish.
Twitching his nose, Dylan immediately identified the dish Nakiri Alice was making – a potato dish with a distinct European style.
"She's still just a little girl, more inclined to show off her skills. If it were me in this situation, I'd probably just make a bowl of noodles."
Smelling the aroma in the air, Dylan's stomach rumbled even louder. However, the cheese-baked potatoes had likely only just gone into the oven.
Judging by the scent, the dish needed at least another half hour to be ready.
For someone extremely hungry, this was undoubtedly unpleasant.
Fortunately…
Dylan took out two chocolate bars from his pocket. The bodyguard had bought them, probably knowing Nakiri Alice's personality and worrying that Dylan would be uncomfortable while hungry, so he had specifically bought them at a store.
He unwrapped the chocolate and quickly ate it. The hunger pangs subsided significantly, providing much-needed relief.
Dylan silently made a mental note of this favor as he walked into the living room.
"You're done washing up? Looking at you now, you're actually quite handsome."
Seeing Dylan fresh from his shower, his hair still damp, Nakiri Alice's eyes lit up, and she praised him very directly.
"Miss Alice is very cute too."
"Of course! But I'd prefer it if you called me pretty. I just haven't fully grown up yet. When I do, I'll definitely become the most beautiful and charming woman around here!"
Hearing Dylan's compliment, the corners of Nakiri Alice's mouth turned up slightly. She seemed to be in a very good mood, clearly enjoying the praise.
"Just wait about half an hour more! Then I'll absolutely let you taste the world's best cheese-baked potatoes! Don't be too shocked, okay?"
Nakiri Alice raised a finger as she spoke, a smug smile on her face. It was a dish she had learned recently, and even her mother had praised her for making it well!
"Okay, I'll look forward to it."
Dylan nodded. From the aroma drifting through the air, he could clearly sense that this cheese-baked potato dish still had much room for improvement. How should he bring it up with the Young Miss later?
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