Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"Yes, just eat it, just like ice cream cake." McGonagall said with a smile and a gentle tone to Phyllis, just like a snake tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.

Phyllis still felt that the smell was strange, but after a long time, she felt that it was not so pungent, but she still had no way to describe what kind of smell it was. It was very special, different from all the smells she had ever smelled before.

Listen to McGonagall's words, Phyllis hesitated for a moment, looked up at McGonagall, just on the pair of gentle eyes, it seems that everything will melt into water in those eyes, a trace of scarlet rose on her face in an instant, ah, woo, she fed a spoon of durian into her mouth.

"Phyllis really ate it Standing at the kitchen door, Camilla stares at Phyllis in surprise.

She couldn't even smell the smell. Phyllis actually fed the strange durian meat into her mouth.

"Well

Phyllis herself was stunned for a moment. Originally, she was just going to lick a little and taste the taste, which would not hurt Meg's face. However, she was so nervous that she fed the whole scoop of durian meat into her mouth.

However, the expected strange taste did not explode in the mouth, but a sweet taste was gradually blooming.

Mouth gently a sip, durian meat will be opened in the mouth, the delicate taste, compared to tofu brain also not let.

And then open, there are full of mellow sweet, instant full of all taste buds.

That kind of sweetness is different from sugar juice, and it seems to build a delicious seal with the fragrance, and then suddenly pat on her body.

She suddenly can accept the smell of durian, this is not a strange taste, this is the ultimate fragrance!

The fragrance is strong enough to make people feel pungent, but after you taste it yourself, the smell inside and outside your body seems to reach a certain balance, which makes you add a filter, and suddenly feel the fragrance.

Durian is swallowed, but the fragrance of durian is still lingering on the tip of the tongue, and I don't want to disperse it for a long time.

Felice did not know when to close her eyes, subconsciously licked her lips with her tongue, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"Bean sprouts, have you eaten?" Irina walked into the kitchen, then covered her nose and stepped back, looking at Felice who was still in the aftertaste.

"Ah?" Phyllis opened her eyes, looked at the incredible Irina standing at the door, and the spoon in her hand. She quickly reached out and wiped away the Yellow residue of durian hanging on her mouth. She shook her head and said, "no... no, princess, you misunderstood..."

Irina sighed, looked at Phyllis with pity and said: "although the situation of night elves is really difficult, you don't have to force yourself so much. How can I face you like this..."

"Princess, I really don't eat..."

"Well, I'll take it as if I didn't see it today. I remember to brush my teeth and cut vegetables for the guests later." Irina waved her hand and then glared at MEG. "You're not going to stop it!"

"I..." McGonagall looked innocent. What and what?

Elena didn't give them an opportunity to explain. She turned around and walked towards the stairs. She said, "I'm tired. I'll sleep. You three can eat slowly. Please call me when you have dinner."

Then the three of them looked at each other.

"Cough, she doesn't understand the situation. Let's take it as if nothing happened." McGonagall coughed twice to ease his embarrassment. Then he looked at Phyllis and asked, "how do you like the durian, Phyllis?"

Camilla also looks at Phyllis curiously, and the feeling of eating such a sticky strange thing should be very bad, right?

"I've never tasted such a fruit before. It's delicious and shocking. The full-bodied fragrance, delicate taste and sweet taste are incredible. It can be said that this is the most delicious fruit I've ever eaten. Even all the fruits in the wind forest can't compete with it. " Phyllis said from the bottom of her heart. Now she smelled the fragrance in the air, her throat moved, and her body began to want another bite.

"How... How possible?" Originally looking forward to Phyllis say bad experience of Camilla a Leng, some incredible looking at Phyllis.

Phyllis looked back at Camilla and said with a smile, "sister Camilla, do you want to try? This durian is really delicious, just like stinky tofu. Only after you have tasted it yourself, can you really appreciate its delicacy. "

"I... I refuse." Camilla hands crossed, stinky tofu is something she can't accept, even if more people say it's delicious, but it's still the food she doesn't want to try.

As for the so-called durian, for her, it's the same level food as stinky tofu. Let her taste it without thinking about it.

MEG saw that Camilla did not feel durian, and did not want to force her. He put durian on the workbench, opened the regional odor isolation system in the kitchen, and purified the air in the kitchen. Then he looked at Camilla and said, "come in, I have controlled the odor in the workbench area."

Camilla reaches into the kitchen, grabs the air out, puts it in front of her nose and sniffs it. After confirming that there is no strange smell, she returns to the kitchen and continues to prepare the food with Felice.

McGonagall shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, durian is sweet to those who love it, and smelly to those who hate it.

However, durian pizza still needs to be made. Otherwise, how can the world know the delicacy of Durian.

Take out the pieces of durian meat, core them and beat them into durian mud. Then take out all kinds of food materials and start to make durian pizza.

Phyllis looks at MEG from time to time. She is a little curious. The durian meat itself is so delicious. Why should it be processed? What is pizza?

MEG put the durian pizza in the oven. After a while, Mia, Amy and they all went back to the restaurant one after another. It was said that Meg was going to make new food for everyone for lunch this afternoon. They were all looking forward to it.

"Father, what is that thing like a Hedgehog?" Amy went into the kitchen, pointed to the durian shell which was still on the workbench, and asked curiously.

"That's the shell of durian." Meg, who was making tofu, didn't reply.

"Durian? Nostalgia? Who would miss such an ugly strange thing? " Amy was puzzled.

"I'll miss what I've eaten." Phyllis's throat rolled and whispered.