The delicious Yangzhou fried rice caters to the taste buds crazily and soothes the hungry stomach. One bite after another, it’s so delicious that you can’t stop eating it.
All thoughts of having a human face and an animal heart, or a dragon-slaying demon, etc., have been completely forgotten by Connie. All that is left in her mind is the delicious Yangzhou fried rice.
"Ding!"
The spoon made a soft sound when it hit the bottom of the empty bowl. Connie looked at the empty plate in front of her and muttered in shock: "Oh my god! I actually finished a meal given by a stranger! And it's still... A dragon-slaying demon did it!"
Looking at the two grains of rice left on the plate, she stared, watching her uncontrollable hands pick up the plate, and then licked the bottom of the bowl as if her tongue had been forcibly pulled out.
Two grains of rice sizzled and were sucked into his mouth.
"It smells so good."
A voice sounded in her heart.
"Who are you! Why are you in my body!" Connie stared, not wanting to admit that it was her own voice.
"If I hadn't made it, I would have forgotten what you were eating." Mag came out with the tray and glanced at the licked clean plate. Not even a drop of egg drop was left. I couldn't help but complain.
"I...I...I..." Connie blushed and opened her mouth but didn't know how to refute. She glanced at Mag secretly. Although this man was quite good-looking, he was not a good person. He twisted off the head of the water dragon and used it to spray water. Could he also be interested in my head?
Mag placed a large plate in front of Connie and then opened the lid in one fell swoop.
The spicy and sour aroma of the fish head with chopped pepper hit her face along with the hot air. Connie, who was just thinking about how to escape from the clutches of the devil, suddenly fell into trouble again.
"Oh my God! What kind of fragrance is this? How can it be so tempting!" Connie blinked, trying hard to see clearly what was on the plate through the fog. The first thing that caught her eye was a piece of red chili, chopped into pieces. The peppers covered the entire plate, making it almost impossible to see what was underneath.
"Is this... for me to eat too?" Connie looked at Mag with some uncertainty and asked.
"I'm not hungry now, and you're the only one in the restaurant." Mag nodded. For this cat-eared girl, he just wanted to give her some brain training so that she could have a normal conversation, otherwise she wouldn't be able to talk. I'm really tired here.
"He's so kind to me? Is he really a good person?" Connie looked at Mag carefully, thinking of the faucet installed in the kitchen, she shook her head again, "Maybe he just likes a certain part of my body. , give me a good meal, and then send me on my way."
She wanted to run.
But looking at the fragrant food in front of me, I couldn't move.
If the fried rice before was a gentle comfort, then this bright red delicacy was like a strong man, roughly pressing her down.
She resisted in her heart, but...
"Then I'm welcome." Connie picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of red chopped pepper and put it into her mouth.
Sour and spicy, bursting out almost instantly!
The taste buds that had just been soothed by the Yangzhou fried rice were waiting tenderly aside, but were suddenly slapped with a loud and warm slap.
Connie's face suddenly turned red, and the tingling sensation spread from the tip of her tongue to her whole body, as if countless ants were crawling over her body, and something was about to come out of her body. The numbing feeling on the scalp made her body tremble slightly. Cherry's little mouth opened slightly and she uttered: "嘤~"
"Stab it!"
Almost at the same time, there was a sound of tearing cloth.
The torn cotton and linen shirt on Connie's body had an obvious tear torn from the neckline, spreading downwards, revealing a beautiful arc.
Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that such a broad-minded guest might not be suitable for eating this fish head with chopped pepper.
Well, today's fish head is big and round.
Connie, whose face turned red, was completely unaware of this.
"Spicy!" Connie, who had never eaten chili peppers before, felt her mind go blank.
After a moment of strong impact, he suddenly fell. After being ravaged, the taste buds felt a faint feeling of loss. Then he controlled his brain, drove the hand holding the chopsticks, picked up another piece of chopped pepper and fed it to his mouth. inside.
The hot and sour taste is rampant again, and the initial discomfort has disappeared. Instead, there is a sense of surprise, making the taste buds revel again.
One bite of chopped pepper, another bite of chopped pepper. After the taste buds were ravaged in every possible way, he still cheered enthusiastically for the next attack.
"This is a fish head..." Mag looked at Connie who was eating chopped pepper crazily, with a complicated expression and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak.
Five minutes later, Connie picked up the last piece of chopped pepper and put it into her mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.
The clothes are already soaked with sweat. This feeling of being soaked with sweat is so refreshing!
Then he glanced at the plate and saw the neat fish heads here, and was surprised: "Hey! Why is there a fish head here!"
"This dish is called fish head with chopped peppers. Most people eat fish heads, but I didn't expect you to choose chopped peppers." Mag looked at Connie with a complex expression, "You are really a genius."
"Are you eating fish head?" Connie's expression was even more surprised, "I think the chopped pepper is also delicious."
Then she glanced down and finally noticed her torn open collar.
"Ah!" She screamed, covered her collar, and then looked at Mag with a look of panic, "You... what did you do to me while I was eating!"
"I've been standing here from beginning to end. What do you think I did to you?" Mag spread his hands.
"That's right." Connie was stunned for a moment. Although she was fascinated by the meal just now, Mag didn't approach her or do anything strange to him.
"Is it because this dress is so torn that it tore when I wasn't paying attention?" Connie thought to herself, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on the fish head on the plate again, and she observed it carefully for a while. He exclaimed again: "Why does this fish only have a head!"
"This dish is called fish head with chopped pepper." Mag curled her lips. The girl was so surprised that it really made people laugh or cry.
"Faucet, fish head..." Connie's eyes gradually became horrified as she looked at Mag, could he be a cephalophile? Could it be that this man brought him back just to get her head?
Thinking of this, Connie's expression collapsed and she cried on the spot, "You...don't kill me, my head doesn't taste good at all, and...and I can't squirt water, even if you kill me It’s useless even if installed in the kitchen…”
