Chapter 1194

The delicious Yangzhou fried rice caters to the taste buds and soothes the hungry stomach. One mouthful after another, the delicious food can't stop.

Connie has completely forgotten about such ideas as human face and animal heart, killing dragons and demons, and the only thing left in her mind is delicious Yangzhou fried rice.

"Ding!"

The spoon hit the bottom of the empty bowl and made a soft sound. Connie looked at the empty plate in front of her and muttered in shock: "my God! I ate a meal from a stranger! And it's made by a dragon killer! "

Looking at the two grains of rice left on the plate, she glared at her uncontrolled hand, lifted the plate, and then licked the bottom of the bowl like her tongue was forced out.

Two grains of rice slipped and were sucked into the mouth.

"It's delicious."

There was a voice in her heart.

"Who are you! Why is it in my body? " Connie stared, not wanting to admit that it was her own voice.

"If I hadn't made it, I would have forgotten what you were eating." MEG walked out of the tray and looked at the licked clean plate. There was no egg left. Make complaints about it.

"I... i... I..." Connie blushed and opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to retort. She took a sneak look at MEG. Although this man is pretty, he's not a good man. Even the head of the water dragon was twisted off by him to spray water. Would he like my head too?

McGonagall put a big plate in front of Connie, then lifted the lid.

With the hot and sour smell of minced pepper fish head, Connie, who was trying to figure out how to escape, fell into the enemy again.

"My God! What kind of fragrance is it? How can it be so attractive! " Connie blinked, trying to see what was on the plate through the fog. At first, there was a piece of red pepper. Chopped peppers covered the whole plate. She could hardly see what was on the bottom.

"Is this... For me, too?" Asked Connie, looking at MEG with some uncertainty.

"I'm not hungry now, and you're the only one in the restaurant." McGonagall nodded. For this cat eared girl, he just wanted to give her a good brain, so that he could have a normal conversation. Otherwise, he would be too tired to speak.

"How could you be so nice to me? Is he really a good man? " Connie looked at McGonagall carefully. She thought of the faucet in the kitchen and shook her head. "Maybe he just took a fancy to some part of my body and gave me a good meal to take me on the road."

She wants to run.

But looking at the delicious food in front of me, I couldn't move.

If the previous fried rice is gentle comfort, then the bright red food, like a strong man, will be her rough pressure in the body.

Her heart is resistant, but

"Then I'm welcome." Connie picked up her chopsticks and put a piece of red chopped pepper in her mouth.

Sour and spicy, almost in an instant!

The taste buds, who have just been gently comforted by Yangzhou fried rice, are waiting for them, but they are suddenly slapped with a loud and warm slap.

Connie's face turned red. The hot feeling spread from the tip of her tongue to her whole body. It was like there were countless ants crawling over her body. It was like something was about to come out of her body. The numbness of her scalp made her body tremble slightly. The cherry's mouth opened slightly and gave out a sound: "hum ~"

"Stab

Almost at the same time, there was a tearing sound.

Connie's tattered cotton and hemp sweater tore an obvious hole from the collar and spread downward, revealing a beautiful arc.

McGonagall slightly raised his eyebrows. It seems that the broad-minded guests are not suitable for eating this minced pepper fish head.

Well, today's fish head is big and round.

Connie, whose face turned red, had no sense of it.

"Spicy!" Connie, who had never eaten chili, had a blank in her mind.

And after a moment of strong impact, it suddenly fell down. After being ravaged, the taste buds felt a sense of loss. Then they controlled their brain, drove their hands holding chopsticks, and picked up a piece of chopped pepper and fed it to their mouth.

Hot and sour again rampant, at the beginning of that discomfort has disappeared, but there is a sense of surprise, once again let the taste buds carnival.

A mouthful of chopped peppers, another mouthful of chopped peppers, after the taste buds were ravaged in all ways, they were still cheering for the next round of attack.

"It's a fish head..." McGonagall looked at Connie, who was eating chopped peppers crazily. She wanted to say something with complicated expression, but she didn't know how to speak.

Five minutes later, Connie picked up the last piece of chopped pepper and fed it to her mouth. She chewed it down and let out a long, contented breath.

Clothes have been soaked in sweat, this incisive feeling, it is too cool!

Then he took a look at the plate and saw the neat fish head. He was surprised and said, "eh! Why is there a fish head here? "

"This dish is called minced pepper fish head. Most people eat fish head. I didn't expect you chose minced pepper." McGonagall looked at Connie again. "You're a genius."

"Is it fish head?" Connie's expression was even more surprised. "I think that chopped pepper is delicious, too."

Then she looked down and finally found her torn open neckline.

"Ah She let out a scream, covered her collar, and looked at MEG in panic. "You... What did you do to me while I was eating?"

"I've been standing here from beginning to end. What do you think I've done to you?" McGonagall showed up.

"So it is." Connie was stunned for a moment. Although she had just been fascinated by the food, MEG didn't get close to her or do anything strange to him.

"Is it because this dress is too ragged, so it split while I didn't notice?" Connie thought to herself, but her eyes fell on the head of the fish on the plate. After observing carefully for a while, she said in a startled voice, "why does this fish only have a head?"

"This dish is called minced pepper fish head." McGonagall's mouth curled. The girl was so surprised that she couldn't laugh or cry.

"Faucet, fish head..." Connie's eyes gradually panic, looking at McGonagall, is he a head fetish? Does this man bring him back just to get her head?

Thinking of this, Connie broke down and cried on the spot, "you... Don't kill me, my head is not delicious at all, and... And I won't spray water, even if you put my head in the kitchen, it's useless..."