Chapter 1408

"Connie, what's the matter with you? Didn't I ask you to help me get my apron back to the restaurant? Why are you sweating? " Mia handed the ice cream in her hand to a child, and asked in surprise as Connie came in sweating.

Elizabeth and they all looked at Connie strangely.

Connie looked worried and said, "you know, the restaurant is gone. I walked along the square, but I didn't find the restaurant at the end. I looked back and forth for many times, but I didn't find it. I only saw a pot shop. Did our restaurant disappear?"

"Gone?" People smell speech is also slightly surprised, good restaurant, how disappeared? And next to the restaurant is a blacksmith shop, and there is no pot seller?

"Connie, didn't you turn left after you went out?" Barbara thought for a moment and asked.

"Don't you go out and turn left?" Connie nodded naturally.

The crowd looked at Connie, her expression becoming more complicated.

"I'm sorry, Connie. I shouldn't have given you such a task. It might be difficult for you." Abelmia was a little sorry.

"It's hard to imagine how hard it is for you to go out to deliver meals." Barbara had a sad look on her face.

"So, one meal a day is really the upper limit." Rina said with a smile, and the crowd followed.

"Wrong direction again?" Connie nodded her fingers and blushed a little.

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"Why don't you have durian pizza for lunch today?" McGonagall came out of his study and went downstairs, saying to himself that he had never tasted durian pizza he had learned last night. I don't know if they can accept it.

As for the official launch, McGonagall plans to postpone it for a day or two. How to launch such heavy taste food needs to be considered. Whether to set up an exclusive area like stinky tofu or to open it completely is a question that needs to be considered by him.

As soon as McGonagall came downstairs, Phyllis and Camilla arrived. Because they were in charge of food preparation, they always came earlier.

"Boss." Phyllis greets MEG with a smile.

Camilla stares at MEG and walks into the kitchen by his side.

McGonagall is picking eyebrows. He doesn't know how to provoke this aunt. She comes to drink wine by herself. It's Elena who gets her drunk. It's Elena who deceives her to eat grass. He kind heartedly carries her upstairs and makes a floor for her to sleep.

Such a good man, there's no place to look for with a lantern, right?

"Boss, you're not provoking sister Camilla." Phyllis took a look at Camilla who was brushing and cutting vegetables, and asked in a low voice while tying her apron.

"Maybe she's a little bit on fire. Eating more vegetables will help reduce the fire." McGonagall said with a smile, not too loud or too small, just enough for Camilla to hear.

"This guy must have seen me eating grass yesterday!" Camilla's face rose a little red, a cucumber was instantly cut into pieces.

MEG took a look at the miserable cucumber, immediately closed his mouth, turned his back to Camilla, and carefully passed by her.

In the corner of the refrigerator, the durian has been delivered. It's round and full with golden color. It's really a very high quality durian.

MEG opened the refrigerator door, a strong durian fragrance will be released.

"What strange smell?" As she was about to start cutting vegetables, Phyllis looked around with some doubts. Suddenly, a strange smell came into her nose. At first, it was pungent.

"It stinks!" Camilla covered her nose directly, her face turned blue, and as she retreated toward the kitchen door, she looked at MEG, who was standing by the refrigerator with a round object full of spikes in her hand. She was a little frightened and said, "what are you holding in your hand?"

"Durian, a very expensive and delicious fruit." McGonagall said frankly that for an evolved durian, he can't smell it too good. His saliva can't help secreting.

Camilla has been out of the kitchen, after the smell was blocked, just let go of the nose, gasping, or a face of fear at Meg's hands that strange looking durian.

As a noble vampire with a strong habit of cleanliness, it is absolutely intolerable for stink.

For example, stinky tofu makes her feel like vomiting every time she smells it, so whenever MEG starts making stinky tofu, she leaves the kitchen ahead of time.

Today, the smell of durian is not as bad as that of stinky tofu. She just sniffs it, which makes her feel suffocated.

Although the reaction of Phyllis is not as exaggerated as that of Camilla, from her expression of hard control and gradually twisting up, she can't immediately accept the smell of durian.

After a period of time, she has accepted the smell of stinky tofu, especially after tasting it herself. Her resistance to that smell has completely disappeared.

But is this fruit with the same pungent smell really as delicious as McGonagall said? It made her wonder.

McGonagall had expected the reaction of the two people long ago. We can imagine the reaction of the guests after smelling the smell. It's the right choice to treat this new product with caution. There will be an extreme contrast between like and dislike.

"This is an important ingredient for making a new product. It's called durian. Let's have this for lunch today." Meg said with a smile.

"Eat this?" As soon as Camilla stares, she feels that the situation is not good. She can't stand the smell alone. If she wants to eat, it's better to kill her.

MEG took a look at Camilla, put the durian on one side of the stove, stretched out his hand and broke the durian shell, revealing two pieces of durian meat.

Durian flavor is more and more rich, full durian meat is just ripe.

"How do you want this?" Phyllis is used to the smell. She comes up and asks curiously. She is quite interested in the new products that Meg said, because MEG always has some wonderful ideas, but she can always make amazing delicious food.

MEG took a spoon, then dug a large spoon of durian meat directly, handed it to Phyllis, and said with a smile, "you can eat it directly."

"Eat directly?" Phyllis took the spoon in disbelief, hesitated and didn't know how to take it.

"Sticky, yellow, and soft... This bad shape and shape, and strange taste, can you really eat it?" Camilla stood at the door, looking at the spoon of durian meat in Phyllis's hand, firmly thinking: "even if I die, I will never eat this durian and any food related to durian!"