The seemingly simple mung bean cake is already the sixth edition produced by Mag in the afternoon.
Hearing the sound, the three of them looked up at Mag, and then looked at the mung bean cake in his hand.
Except for Amy, whose eyes were still shining with the light of foodie, Annie and Irina's eyes were obviously hesitant and resistant.
"I want to eat a little bear first, and then a little penguin." Amy quickly put on disposable gloves, one in each hand, pinched the little bear mung bean cake, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit off the little head in one bite.
Amy's cheeks were bulging, her blue eyes lit up, she blinked, and she said with some surprise: "It's ice cold, refreshing and delicious, it's delicious."
Irina and Annie, who were still a little hesitant, reached out and took out a mung bean cake.
Irina took a small bite. The first few mung bean cakes made by Mag were indeed more delicious than the mung bean cakes sold on the street in the morning, but she would get tired of delicious food. After eating a dozen in a row, she I feel like my whole body is exuding the aroma of mung beans.
However, this time the mung bean cake was a bit strange. It had been frozen. It did not become as hard as ice cubes, but the texture became colder.
When you enter the cold mung bean cake, the sweetness has been reduced a little, but it is still delicate and refreshing. It melts in your mouth with a light bite. The texture is smooth and dense, and the fragrance is soft and non-sticky. It is indeed very delicious, changing the previous sweet feeling.
Annie also ate quickly in small bites, a smile spread from the corners of her mouth, and she seemed very satisfied with the mung bean cake.
"How is it? How does the iced mung bean cake taste?" Mag asked with a smile.
"It's delicious, the texture is better, and it doesn't feel sweet at all. It's countless times better than the mung bean cake in the morning, and it's also better than the mung bean cake made several times before." Irina nodded, full of appreciation. Looking at Mag, in just one afternoon, I can clearly feel the changes in this dessert. His talent in cooking is really amazing.
"That's fine, you guys eat first, and I'll improve it later." Mag put the tray down, took a mung bean cake, took a small bite, and began to taste it carefully.
The iced mung bean cake does taste better, and the sweetness is reduced a lot, but the delicate taste of the mung bean cake itself is not affected, but if you taste it carefully, there is still a little agglomeration.
"The direction is right, the general texture and taste are there, but it is still far from perfect. It seems that we still have to find time to enter the God of Cooking training ground. There are still many areas that can be improved." Mag finished eating a piece of mung bean cake, found many problems for himself, and started a new round of attempts.
Of course, with his current level of mung bean cake, if it were sold, it would be enough to dominate the dessert street.
Because she made a lot, Mag sent some mung bean cakes to Melant and Noah's grandson, and treated them as their dinner.
A very perfect tool man.
"Boss Mai, thank you and your wife for your life-saving grace last night." Merant bowed deeply to Mag and said gratefully.
"You're welcome, we have the same goal, and we should help each other." Mag quickly helped him up, but he didn't feel that he had done anything important last night.
Moreover, Merante and Noah were in danger because they were trying to track down Qiao Xiu. It was their duty to help.
"These are some mung bean cakes I made. You can eat some. There are two portions of fried rice below. Let's consider it as dinner." Mag put down the food box, drew a circle in the corner of the room, and put down a round plate.
"This is it?" Noah looked at the disc and asked with some confusion.
"This is a simple one-way teleportation array that can be used to teleport some items. I will send all future meals to you through this teleportation array to avoid excessive contact and attract unnecessary attention." Mag fiddled with the teleportation array. , explained with a smile.
"This is convenient." Noah suddenly realized.
"I was a little injured. I should have continued to investigate this matter, but now I have to delay it again." Merant sighed, blaming himself a little.
"It doesn't matter, now it is absolutely certain that Qiao Xiu is in Luodu, and has discovered that we are tracking his whereabouts." Mag smiled, "If we continue to follow the devilish energy he left behind, we will only be led by him. If you run on your nose, it’s easy to fall into his trap again.”
"What should we do? The only thing we can trace now is the demonic energy." Noah frowned.
"Since he can set up a trap to get us, we can also set up a trap to force him out, or compress his living space." Mag looked at Merant and said: "You need to recuperate for a while, and then continue to investigate after the injury is healed. Leave it to us for the next few days."
"Okay." Merante nodded without showing off.
This is Luodu, and the level 10 experts gather very quickly. In his current state, going out will only become a burden.
Mag said goodbye and returned to the tavern. On the way, he met Effie carrying a packaged meal.
He thought that this woman would avoid him because of what happened last time, but he didn't expect that this woman was thicker-skinned than he thought. Seeing that he had no intention of avoiding suspicion, she instead came forward with a smile. Come on, he said in a coquettish voice: "Hey, isn't this Boss Hades? Why are you out for a walk alone?"
"Well, I bought some food, and I'm about to go back and cook for my wife and children." Mag shook the vegetable basket in his hand and filled it with several dishes.
As an excellent underground worker, Mag strives to make his actions reasonable and natural.
"Wow, I didn't expect that Boss Hades is a good man who can cook." Effie covered her mouth in surprise and chuckled: "I don't know when I will have the opportunity to try your cooking skills. Madam is really a happy woman.”
"I'm afraid there is no hope in this life." Mag said seriously.
Effie: "..."
"I won't talk to you anymore when I arrive. Goodbye Miss Effie." Mag nodded with a smile, then turned and entered his tavern.
"Hmph..." Effie looked at the slowly closing door of the tavern, stamped her feet in annoyance, and said to herself: "There is no man that I, Effie, can't charm, just wait, you must be mine!"
"A little goblin with insufficient morals." The corners of Mag's mouth turned up slightly. This level of charm was no longer attractive to him.
As soon as Mag closed the door, he met Irina's smiling eyes.
Mag knew that she had probably seen the previous situation, and was secretly grateful for her ability to control herself.
"Is the pub going to open tonight?" Irina asked.
"Yes, it's still open until nine o'clock." Mag raised his hand and glanced at the watch. It was already six o'clock in the evening, and then reopened the door and flipped the wooden sign on the door to read "Open".
"It's not too late to wait until the business closes to do that."
