Chapter 1406: Have eaten, will be nostalgic

"Yes, you can eat it directly, just like eating an ice cream cake." McGonagall said with a gentle tone and Felice, just like a poisonous snake that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.
Felice still thinks this smell is a bit strange, but after smelling for a long time, I feel that it is not so flustered, but there is still no way to describe what kind of smell it is, very special, and all the smells she has smelled before. Not the same.
Listening to McGonagall's words, Felice hesitated, looked up and looked at McGonagall, just to the gentle eyes, it seemed that everything would melt into water in that eye, and his face immediately rose a blush, ah Just a spoonful of durian in his hand was fed into his mouth.
"Fillis really ate!" Camilla, standing at the door of the kitchen, glanced at Felice.
This smell she couldn't stand even smelling, and Felice actually fed the strange durian meat into her mouth.
"Well!"
Felice himself was also a bit stunned. Originally she just planned to lick a little bit, probably tasted the taste, not to fold the face of McGonagall, but did not expect that she was nervous, even the whole spoon of durian meat was fed into the mouth. in.
However, the strange taste expected does not explode in the mouth, but the sweet taste is gradually blooming.
The mouth is gently licked, and the durian meat is opened in the mouth. The delicate taste is not allowed even more than the tofu brain.
And with it, there is a mouthful of mellow sweetness that instantly fills all the taste buds.
The sweetness is different from the sugar juice, and it seems to form a delicious seal with the fragrance, and then suddenly shot on her body.
She suddenly was able to accept the smell of durian, this is not a strange taste, this is the ultimate fragrance!
The aroma is so pungent, but when you taste it, the smell inside and outside the body seems to have reached a certain balance, allowing you to add a filter, and suddenly feel the fragrance.
The durian was swallowed, and the scent of durian was still lingering on the tip of the tongue, and it was reluctant to disperse for a long time.
Felice didn't know when she closed her eyes, and subconsciously rubbed her lips with her tongue, and her face showed a satisfying smile.
"Bean sprouts, do you eat si?" Irina walked into the kitchen, then snorted her nose again, and looked at Felice, who was still in her face.
"Ah?" Felice opened her eyes and looked at the incredible Irina standing at the door, and the spoon in her hand. She quickly reached out and wiped a little yellow durian residue on her mouth and shook her head: "No... no, princess, you misunderstood..."
Irina sighed and looked at Felice with a look of pity: "Although the night elf is indeed a bit difficult, you don't have to be so stubborn. You are like this, let me face you..."
"Princess, I really don't eat..."
"Well, I didn't see it today, remember to brush my teeth, and I will cut the dishes for the guests." Irina waved her hand and then glanced at McGonagall: "You don't stop!"
"I..." McGonagall looked innocent, what and what?
Irina didn't give them the opportunity to explain. She turned directly to the stairs and said, "I am tired, sleep, and you three will eat slowly. Call me when you eat."
Then leave the monks face to face.
"Cough, she doesn't understand the situation, we just don't have anything to happen." McGonke coughed twice, relieved the sputum, then looked at Felice and asked, "How, Felice, you think this What is the taste of durian?"
Camilla also looked at Felice with some curiosity. It should be very bad to eat a bit of such a stupid strange thing.

I have never eaten such a fruit, the delicious and shocking, the richest to the scent, the delicate taste, and the sweet taste are incredible. It can be said that this is the most delicious fruit I have ever eaten. Even if all the fruits in the forest of the wind have no way to compare with it.
Felice said sincerely, now she smells the scent in the air, the throat can’t help but move, and the body has begun to want to come again. A bite.
"How...how is it possible?" Camilla, who had been expecting Felice to say a bad experience, looked at Felice in an incredible way.
Felice looked back at Camilla and smiled. "Sister Camilla, do you want to try it? This durian is really delicious, just like stinky tofu. Only after you taste it, can you really understand it. It's delicious."
"I... I refuse." Camilla crossed her hands and stinky tofu was something she couldn't accept. Even if more people said it was delicious, it was still the food she didn't want to try.
As for this so-called durian, for her, it is also the same level of food as stinky tofu, let her taste, do not think about it.
McGon sees Camilla really does not feel the durian, and does not want to force her, put the durian on the workbench, open the kitchen smell isolation system, and at the same time air purify the kitchen, then look at Camilla Road: "You can come in, I have controlled the smell in the area of ​​the workbench."
Camilla reached into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of air, and sniffed it in front of her nose, determined that there was no strange smell before returning to the kitchen, and Felice continued to prepare the ingredients.
McGonagall shook his head with some helplessness. It was such a durian thing, the person who loved praised it, and the one who disliked complained of it.
However, durian pizza is still to be done, or how the world knows the taste of durian.
Take a piece of durian meat, remove it into a durian mud after removing the nucleus, and then take out all kinds of ingredients and start making durian pizza.
Felice looked at McGonagall from time to time. She was curious. The durian meat itself is so delicious. Why do we need to process it? What is pizza?
McGonagall put the paved durian pizza in the oven. After a while, Mia and Amy returned to the restaurant one after another. I heard that McGonagall is going to have new food for lunch at noon today.
"Father, what is that like a hedgehog?" Amy went into the kitchen and pointed to the durian shell that was still on the workbench, some curiously asked.
"That is the shell of the durian." The McGee head, who is making the tofu brain, did not reply.
"Durian? Nostalgia? Who will miss such a ugly strange thing?" Amy is puzzled.
"If you have eaten, you will be in love." Felice's throat rolled and whispered.