Resale
Elisa had not been unconscious for long this time. She woke slowly in her hospital bed after only half an hour.
"You don't have to push yourself! Really."
The bespectacled old man had not left. His hands were in his pockets as he watched her.
"Doctor? What are you doing here?!"
Elisa was about to say something when she suddenly froze, her face filling with disbelief.
Doctor Rollin Gottlieb was supposed to still be back home. How had he suddenly made it here?
The bespectacled old man did not answer Elisa's question. Instead, he said, "You just woke up. You must be hungry, right?"
Elisa hesitated, then answered honestly, "Uh! Yeah!"
The power of the "Apostle" fighters came with an unending hunger. They were destined to eat more than ten times as much as ordinary people and had to keep eating huge quantities to sustain their tremendous energy expenditure.
The law of conservation of energy was perfectly embodied in these fighters.
"I made you some pasta."
Doctor Rollin Gottlieb beckoned, and a burly security guard brought over a large plate of noodles.
The nurse who had been looking after Elisa shook the handle at the foot of the bed, slowly raising the backrest until Elisa was sitting up. That made it easy for her to reach the food on the movable bed table.
Cooking pasta was not exactly complicated.
Bring a pot of water to a boil over high heat, add the pasta, then cook it over medium heat for twenty minutes. Scoop it out with a strainer, rinse it in cold boiled water to cool it down, and it was ready.
If you did not mind it being bland, you could eat it just like that.
You could also mix in whatever ingredients you liked to make it