"Host! What are you doing? In the God of Cooking training ground, you can't commit suicide even if you drink brine!"
The system said a little panicked.
Mag's eyes were cold, and even the system was afraid of him when he was fierce.
However, this stink-inducing brine tastes unexpectedly soft after entering the mouth. The smell gradually disappears. After a careful sniff, there is still a hint of strong fragrance. As the brine spreads on the tip of the tongue, this fragrance becomes more and more intense. Rich, not the aroma of spices, but a more special aroma, which is the aroma that appears after a long period of fermentation of various ingredients. It is particularly mellow.
"Gulu."
Mag's throat rolled up, and he swallowed a mouthful of brine.
The long-lasting fragrance lingered between the lips and teeth, and it dissipated after a long time.
"It smells like this..." Mag's eyes slowly opened, filled with surprise.
Stinky tofu is definitely a taboo food for him. It has never appeared on his menu. He has always been unable to understand that there are people in this world who can eat such a smelly thing that makes people just want to escape.
However, this mouthful of brine changed Mag's mind a lot. What kind of delicacy will come out when the fragrant and mellow marinade meets tofu? It’s a delicacy worth looking forward to.
The fragrance in his mouth gradually dissipated, and the stinky smell in the air came back again. This time, although Mag didn't jump out a few meters in an exaggerated step, he still took a step back, looked at the marinade in the pot, and held back. To avoid the urge to take another sip to renew my life, close my eyes and let my heart slowly calm down, then feel the smell in the air, gradually decompose part of the fragrance from it, and then let myself focus on feeling this fragrance.
When he opened his eyes again, Mag felt that the stench in the air was no longer as pungent as before. Although it was still not a pleasant smell, it at least allowed him to continue making stinky tofu.
A cumbersome process means that it takes more time to do each step well and to connect each step perfectly.
And this also means that the possibility of McGonagall making mistakes becomes higher.
"but!"
"no."
"It's not even close."
…
The system replied coldly, and Mag was immersed in the stench, frantically making stinky tofu.
He has forgotten what a stink is, and his nose only pursues the various flavors in the smell, peeling them off to find the most harmonious combination.
…
Didi... didi...
At five o'clock in the morning, Sally was woken up by a strange sound. The warm and comfortable quilt made her not want to open her eyes. She had never thought that the quilt could be so soft and comfortable. The bed and pillows were also exceptionally soft, as if she was trapped in a bed. The cotton ball is average.
"Wait...here is...!!!"
Sally opened her eyes all of a sudden, looking at the unfamiliar and somewhat familiar things around her, her eyes gradually widened.
As if she thought of something, Sally suddenly turned her head and looked to her side. There was no second person on the wide bed, which made her sigh in relief.
Then Sally lifted the quilt and took a look. Her clothes and stockings were still intact on her body. Although the cheongsam was a little messy, this should be a normal behavior after sleeping in clothes.
Sally finally relaxed completely and thought carefully about it. After she went to bed with Anna yesterday, she originally just wanted to lie on the bedside and close her eyes to rest for a while, but she was too tired and ended up sleeping until dawn.
Thinking that this was Mag's bed, Sally's face suddenly turned red. Unexpectedly, she fell asleep lying on a man's bed, and she slept until dawn!
"But... when I was lying next to the bed yesterday, I seemed to be wearing shoes, so why..." Sally looked towards the bed. A pair of small black leather shoes with the toes facing outwards were neatly placed beside the bed.
"Could it be..." Sally suddenly remembered that there seemed to be ants crawling on her feet in her sleep yesterday. The numbing feeling was still a little bit impressive in retrospect, and her already red face became even redder.
Although she felt that Mag was not a villain who would take advantage of others, maybe it was just to let her sleep better, but the thought of a man taking off her shoes and touching her feet still made her feel ashamed and angry, and she wanted to Find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"Eh? Sister Aisha, why are you here? Where is father?"
Amy was woken up by the alarm clock, sat up and looked at Sally on the big bed, and asked with some confusion.
"Did Sister Elsa not go back last night? Did she sleep with Uncle Mag?" Anna poked her head out from behind Amy with the same curious look on her face.
The ugly duckling struggled to keep himself from falling on the bed, and looked at Sally with wide eyes.
Sally looked back at the three little guys who were staring with curiosity. Her face suddenly became panicked and no longer as cold as before. She waved her hands and said, "Things are not what you think."
"Wow! This is the first time such a thing has happened." Amy jumped out of the crib with excitement, jumped onto the crib, lifted up a corner of the quilt, and said curiously: "Then, where will Father be hiding? Woolen cloth?"
"There's nothing in the quilt?"
"Under the bed?"
"Not under the bed either." Anna put down the sheets in her hands, raised her head and shook her head.
The ugly duckling ran to the closet with excitement on his face and pulled open the closet door.
Amy and Anna ran to the closet at the same time, and then suddenly opened the closet door to both sides.
There was nothing else in the closet except neatly folded clothes.
"None of them."
Amy and Anna both had a look of disappointment on their faces.
"call……"
Sally breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought about it, she felt like she was about to cry. Why should she feel that she had dodged a bullet? Obviously nothing happened! She just accidentally slept on Mag's bed.
"Don't worry, Sister Aisha, although we haven't found your father, we won't believe that nothing happened to you." Amy looked at Sally and comforted.
"Well, I once heard a storyteller say that when a man and a woman lie on the same bed, something will happen. But whenever the storyteller talks about this, grandpa always covers my ears, but I I believe that must be a very important thing." Anna also nodded.
Sally looked at Amy and Anna with her mouth slightly open, and suddenly felt that she couldn't explain clearly even if she had ten mouths.
"It's okay, Sister Aisha, if you don't want other people to know, we will keep this a secret for you." Amy said with a smile, then put on her little slippers and went out and ran downstairs. When she turned the corner, she happened to bump into Mag, who had just stood up from the recliner, blurted out: "Father, did you sleep with Sister Aisha?"
