Chapter 1190: This... Is this dragon still cool?

Connie wore a warm coat and followed her face behind McGonagall. [手打之家_新^思^路^中^文^网_新版网站_]
She didn't know why she just followed one, she didn't even know his name, and she didn't know what kind of man he was.
Probably because she really has no place to go, and his clothes are so warm, even if she doesn't know anything, it gives her a feeling of trust.
Of course, the biggest possibility is... He lost half of the big cake she had snatched from the big dog's mouth and said that she would take her to eat delicious.
She is so hungry...
The good-looking man is really a big liar, and she has cheated her at once.
The long coat, almost to her ankles, completely wrapped her, with his body temperature and aroma, this is the most comfortable moment in these ten days.
Out of the alley, Meg reached out and stopped a carriage, took Connie to the carriage, and went straight back to the restaurant.
"Here... is your palace?" Connie got out of the carriage and looked at the splendid restaurant, some surprised.
The way the man talks, inexplicably has a sense of domineering, perhaps the chief of a human tribe.
"This is my restaurant, come in." McGonagall opened the door and looked at Connie.

Restaurant!
Connie’s eyes lit up and walked into the restaurant.
As soon as she entered the door, she wrapped her in warmth. The restaurant and the outside were almost two worlds, as if they were roasting.
"It's so warm." Connie's face showed a smile on her face. She was amazed to see the beautiful decoration of the restaurant. Although it was not as golden as her home, it made people feel very comfortable.
"Sit down, I am going to pour you water." McGonagall said freely, looking at the message that the psychic door in his mind gave him feedback. This cat-ear girl is an orc, and some of the orcs with the dark green skin in Meg’s impression different.
However, the orc family consists of hundreds of tribes of different sizes. It is called an orc because of some features of Warcraft. It is not surprising that the characteristics are different.
McGonagall walked toward the kitchen, and soon came out with a cup of warm water and looked at the cat-ear girl standing in front of the Twilight Deep Forest mural.
The coat had been taken off her by the chair. She looked at the mural with a sly look, her eyes red and her mouth, and she didn't seem to let the tears flow out.
Meg stared at her for a moment, gently placed the cup on the table next to her and turned into the kitchen.
It didn't take long for a scent to float out of the kitchen.
"Good fragrance!" Connie's nose standing in front of the mural with red eyes moved, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she couldn't help but look in the direction of the kitchen. The seductive fragrance came from the kitchen.
"What is he doing?" Connie's stomach screamed. She had not eaten for three days. When she was hungry, she ate a handful of snow. After smelling this fragrance, there was no way to control her body toward the kitchen door. Go.
The apron-covered McGee is facing the doorway, the iron pan shakes in his hands, the colorful ingredients roll in the pot, and leaping high, like a rainbow, the tempting fragrance is From there.
There is also a wok on the stove on the other side, but the lid is covered with a lid and I don't know what is being cooked inside.
"Is he a chef?" Connie looked at McGonagall strangely. I didn't expect him to take him to dinner, but he actually did what he did.
McGonagall shut the fire, put Yangzhou fried rice on the plate, took a spoon, turned the tray and turned to look at Connie Road standing at the door: "First eat a Yangzhou fried rice, the rest is not good."
"Yeah." Connie responded, but her eyes were completely attracted by Yangzhou fried rice.
McGonagall carried the tray to the table where the cup was previously placed, put down the fried rice, and looked at Connie, who was about to reach out and grab the spoon. She grabbed her finger and grabbed her wrist. She shook her head and said: "Hand wash first. And eat again."
Connie glanced at her dirty hand and looked awkward: "Why is this hand so dirty!"
"This is your hand." Meg was speechless, pulling her directly into the kitchen and unscrewing the tap.
"What is it? Why do you have a transparent, unidentified liquid when you feel it?" Connie looked at the faucet with a strange look.
"This is the faucet, and the water is flowing out." McGonagall raised his eyebrows, this terrible line.
"Faucet!" Connie slammed back two steps, looking at Meg in a shocked voice, with a few tremolo voices in his voice: "You actually screwed down the dragon's head and put it in the kitchen! It’s not saliva that flows out of its mouth!

McGonagall stared at Connie for a while, and suddenly there was an impulse to throw the mentally retarded girl out.
"Hand washing, eating." McGonagall said calmly.
Connie glanced at the fried rice on the outside table, and the stomach had already launched a strong protest, and her eyes fell back to the silver faucet, although she did not know how McGonagall turned the dragon's head into such a slender appearance. But the fear was finally overwhelmed by the hungry, and some reluctantly stepped forward and reached out to touch the clear water column.
"Warm!" Connie took back her hand and her expression was even more shocked. "Is this dragon still not cool?"
"Yes, warm water is just right for winter, so every time you use water, it's killing." Meg's face showed a cruel smile.
Connie's eyes gradually widened and she closed her mouth. This guy is terrible. In order to get warm water, she has to kill a dragon every day.
"Sorry, Dragon, I didn't mean it, I was forced." Connie said in her heart, her face was barely washed with warm water.
McGonagall screwed on the tap and business Connie could go out.
Connie quickly stepped out of the kitchen and looked at the direction of the door. She was quickly attracted by the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice on the table.
"咕噜噜~"
Listening to the call of the stomach, Connie sat at the table with some helplessness, secretly glanced at the direction of the kitchen, secretly said: "I sneaked away after I finished this, this must not be a human, but a terrible demon, I Be away from him, or you will be eaten and wiped away."
Then she picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice. The egg scented.
The rice is wrapped in golden eggs, the particles are distinct, and the various ingredients are cut to the size of rice grains.
In the tribe, she eats large pieces of meat, grilled, boiled, and has never seen such beautiful and beautiful food.
"Father said that eating meat should be eaten in a big mouth, cut so small, would it really be delicious?" Connie fed the fried rice into her mouth with a skeptical attitude.
The egg is almost at the entrance, and the bamboo shoots and green beans that are cut into rice grains are crispy and delicious. The rice wrapped in eggs is full of sweet taste after being chewed.
Soft ham is poured into the rice, and there seems to be the smell of shrimp!
All kinds of tastes were included in this one, and she was awakened in a mouth that was boring except for a few days of snow.
The taste buds are in the carnival, welcoming this wonderful taste.
After swallowing, the fried rice was turned into a warm stream and slipped into the stomach. Connie only felt that the body was warm and warm, the hungry stomach was gently soothed, and then a more intense meal was released.
"Hey! This is too delicious!!!"
Connie couldn't help but praise, picking up the spoon and taking a spoonful of rice into her mouth, chewing on her face.
Whispering the rivers and lakes
Today is still two more ~.