Chapter 828 (1/2)
”Mmm... Mmm... Mmm...”
After three chants, the black haired wizard with his face full of enjoyment swallowed the pie in his mouth, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the overflow of food in his mouth, the delicacy of sliding through his throat, and the warmth of entering his body.
”Eat as you eat. Don't make strange noises!”
”But it's really delicious... Of course, everything is delicious as long as it's made by ayin!” under the attack of flattery from a Duke who doesn't care about his face, the small wizard with a straight face has more small pink on his dimple; Finally, he just snorted and sat opposite him:
”But seriously... After eating more Bain sausages and beef, this rottel pie is really delicious - it's only an ordinary ingredient, and it's nothing special, but it's easy to remind people of that poor backcountry... Ouch!”
Lorraine, who was gnashing his teeth and hit his head with a big spoon, didn't forget to put the pie (PIE) into his mouth.
This ”home cooked dish” that everyone in lottel - or every girl preparing to marry - will shine like a new life in the hands of the little wizard.
Mix wheat flour and eggs with sugar and butter. After a little treatment, make it into a Bo cake shape. Add fried vegetables (mushrooms, onions and cabbage) prepared with olive oil into the cake;
Then pour in the sauce made of eggs, milk and cheese, black pepper and salt, chop the cheese, sprinkle it on the cake, and bake it a little.
The crisp crust, the strong fragrance of milk, cheese and butter, and the full vegetable core - that kind of satisfaction is not a level that words can describe.
Although it's just a very simple pie, the little wizard still has the ability to make it completely different from the original - ordinary lottel pie certainly doesn't use sugar and black pepper, but it's not just because of this.
It's a... More delicate taste.
Looking at the black haired wizard sitting in front of him, he gulped ”liquidation” and explained the two words ”wolf down” and ”chew slowly”, Ayn's expression was softened.
For a ”Chef”, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing diners enjoy their works.
”Why did you have time to come today?” the little wizard sat opposite him and asked softly, ”don't you stay at the round table Council?”
”What's more,” Loren shrugged. ”Maybe I'll be busy again in a few days... Anyway, the master of AAM is waking up. You've been very busy recently, and you'll come to the wizard tower.”
”You guy... Take my lab as a vacation place? And people are very busy, not like you!”
This is not just a complaint, but a fact... Ayn Rand, a part-time ”President of the wizard Association”, is very busy and no easier than Charlotte while taking care of the seriously ill Halin van achamay and continuing the project progress of the floating city. At the same time, he also cooperates with Dalton kand's wizard college plan.
Compared with them, Loren is really a little too ”relaxed”... He even has time to practice his sword with Lucian and occasionally discuss the application of ”valve” with mentor Dalton; Or talk to some ”selective forgetful” elder about what he didn't finish last time.
”I'll be busy again in a few days... What's the matter again?” Ayn asked very sensitively.
”Yes, but it's not very important.” Loren deliberately avoided the topic and put down his knife and fork: ”hey... It's true that Isaac is going to get married?”
There was no response from the opposite side.
After a full minute, he finally realized that something was wrong. The black haired wizard looked up and saw Ayn bulging his cheeks, holding his shoulders and staring at him coldly.
”What, what's the matter?”
Blinking curiously, Loren asked pleasantly, looking unconscious.
”If you don't want to say it, you want to fool me with such words...” the angry little wizard pushed a shameless head back to the other end of the table with a big spoon:
”Who cares about your life and death?”
”Come on, we're friends. I'll be very sad if you do this.” Lauren still smiled and didn't feel the spoon on his head:
”Do you want me to tell you how it is? I must tell the truth this time...”
”The devil believes it!”
”Really, I will never lie to you; otherwise, let's make a bet. If I lie to you again, I will...”
”I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!”
We are familiar with the dialogue that has been repeated dozens of times, even hundreds of times, and even to the point where both sides have a tacit understanding and know it well.
”Ignore you, I'm going to bed!”
Turning around unhappily, the little wizard turned and left, walked to the bedroom opposite the corridor, and threw Loren alone in the restaurant.
”Good night.” Lauren shook his head and smiled softly. ”Remember to have a good dream.”
”Bang --!”
He was answered by a slamming door in the corridor.
The wizard tower in the middle of the night is quiet again. The gradually cold wind can be heard outside the window. In the dark midnight, only the direction of the castle is still bright.
I don't know when the fire in the fireplace went out and the restaurant darkened in an instant.
The dark haired wizard with a slight frown got up, gently put down the tableware in his hand and walked towards the smoking fire in the dark.
Just as he was approaching, he suddenly stopped.
The light behind penetrated into the corners of the eyes from the edge of the residual light, which was very dazzling in a dark night.
Lauren looked back slowly and looked at his table - I don't know when there was a lighted white candle on it.
There was a figure on his original seat. Under the weak light, there was an unusually pale face. Two white little hands clutching the oversized tableware, but they looked so model.
Petite and slender figure, the red and black dress is spotless, the neckline is meticulously tied with a full small bow tie, and the legs are covered with clean napkins.
Cut off a small piece of pie, put it into the bloodless mouth, swallow it with a full aftertaste expression, and the right hand that put down the knife has picked up the wine glass.
Raising his eyebrows, Lauren looked at the unexpected guest with an expressionless face.
Put down the glass, the blonde boy with a red stain on his lips sat up straight, with a decent smile, calmly and gracefully threw a pair of scarlet eyes at Lauren:
”Dear Loren, thank you for your hospitality.”
Lauren raised her eyebrows, hugged her shoulders and looked down at him expressionless.
”You know... If I had known earlier that dear Loren had prepared a candlelight dinner for his best friend, the lovely and simple Asriel, I would never have waited tonight.”
With a sigh of enjoyment, asrell's eyes moved, and a smile called ”sincerity” hung around his mouth: ”of course, dear Lauren, your clothes are not appropriate... Formal dress is required for dinner and candlelight dinner, which is an unwritten rule.”