The Untamed: Game of Hearts
Chapter 311: Suffer through the Heat

Chapter 311: Suffer through the Heat

After the trial was over, Boris went home as early as he could. He wouldn’t have done so under normal circumstances, but with Lyne having messaged him that she cooked dinner for themselves, he couldn’t help but hurry up and meet up with her.

Practically racing across the driveway, Boris parked his car and made a beeline for Lyne. He didn’t know where she was, but she was probably by the kitchen if she had done some cooking for them.

"Lyne? I’m back," Boris called out as he entered the kitchen, his weary sight being soothed by the image of Lyne wearing an apron and finishing up with her cooking. "Oh, that actually smells good."

"You’re saying that as if I can’t cook normally," Lyne scoffed as she scooped up a ladle of what looked to be curry onto a bowl of rice. "Do you really think that’s what I want to hear, Boris?"

"W-Wha- S-Sorry," he quickly backtracked, scratching the back of his head even as his eyes never left her form. "It’s just... It smells better than most cooking I’ve ever smelled."

Lyne seemingly flinched for a brief second before she continued on as normal. Despite the faint blush coloring her cheeks, she moved with careful precision, scooping up ladles of curry onto bowls of rice.

"Thank you," Lyne quietly murmured as she set the table. "And as you might want to know, I do make a mean curry."

As if to emphasize the fact, she gestured for him to sit, to which he gladly obliged as she watched her work. Giving her the bowl of curry rice she had prepared, she then took off her apron before sitting in front of him. With her own portion of her meal in front of her, she grabbed her spoon and began eating without any sort of warning.

Absently, Boris watched Lyne eat, her movements being recorded into memory as she casually ate as if she wasn’t even eating with him. Before long, however, she turned her gaze to look at him, a questioning look in her eyes as she put down her spoon.

"Aren’t you going to eat?"

Boris hastily replied, "W-Wha- Oh sure!"

Licking his lips, he grabbed his spoon and dug in. Looking at the innocent bowl of curry rice in front of him, he could already tell that he was going to like what he was going to eat. Surely, he would. This was Lyne’s cooking, and if she was going to accept him, then he’ll probably have more of her cooking in the future.

’And it’s going to be delicious,’ Boris thought aloud in his mind. ’I’ll leave the trials out of the discussion for now. I’ll just go ahead and enjoy this feast!’

With a smile on his face, Boris took a spoonful of both rice and curry and put it in his mouth. Immediately, the explosion of flavor almost made him cry as he forced himself to savor the taste. With each chew, the taste of the golden curry seemingly exploded even further, coating his taste buds with tremendous flavor that perfectly complimented the white rice that it was served with.

"Wow..." he whispered out, his mouth still partly full. "This is amazing..."

Lyne blushed in front of him, her gaze straying from looking at him as she blinked. "I’m glad you liked it."

"Like it? I love it!"

With his declaration of approval, Boris began to truly dig in. With each spoonful that he ate, the flavor only grew further higher, seemingly ascending to levels that even restaurant curries would be hard-pressed to replicate. Also, there was this hint of spice that constantly seemed to build up the more he ate. It wasn’t that hot, but it was starting to get there with each morsel he ate.

"This is great, Lyne," Boris earnestly complimented, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he ate. "Where did you learn to cook this?"

"Here and there, I suppose," Lyne shrugged, a faint smile adorning her face as she ate another helping of her fantastic curry. "I don’t really remember beyond having read it on the internet."

Boris smiled warmly as he watched her eat. Wiping a bit of sweat from his face, he noticed that it was getting hotter somehow despite clearly seeing the air conditioning running at a low temperature.

"Is it just me, or is it getting hotter?" Boris couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s probably just you," Lyne chuckled, her lips popping as she savored her meal. "It’s pretty cold, really."

Boris blinked. Slowly but surely, he came to realize that it wasn’t the air that was getting hotter, it was the meal that he was eating. He was halfway through his bowl, and each bite was starting to burn despite their delicious flavor.

Still, he soldiered on, braving the fires of Lyne’s cooking even as she smiled in front of her. He was pretty sure they were eating from the same pot of curry, but how come she wasn’t even sweating?!

"Having trouble there, Boris?" Lyne asked, a faint smirk adorning her lips.

"N-Not at all," he quickly insisted. "This is... This is actually kind of hot, huh..."

"Not really?" Lyne smiled with a raised brow. "This is what I usually cook for Raine whenever she specifically requests for curry."

"And she doesn’t find it hot?" Boris incredulously asked, his face now burning red from the spice.

"She does, but she enjoys it," she chuckled. "Still, I probably should’ve warned you about my tastes."

Casually finishing off her bowl, Lyne proceeded to go to the fridge and take out a bottle of milk. Pouring him a glass, she quickly offered the life-saving drink to Boris, who then quickly drank it down to extinguish the fires in his mouth.

"Much better," Boris sighed in relief. He was pretty decent with spicy food, but that curry had been something on an entirely different level. "How in the world can you eat something that hot?"

"I’m just used to it," Lyne almost grinned, her demeanor still as calm as when they first started. "Besides, I would’ve thought someone like you can stomach my level of spice."

Boris was about to retort, but he quickly stopped himself as he gave her a grin. "If it’s you who cooked it, then I can handle it just fine."

He said that, but the fact that his bowl was only halfway done spoke volumes about the torture he still had to endure. Still, if seeing Lyne smile like this was the prize, then he’ll gladly suffer through the heat.