"Gollum."

The sound of three swallows sounded almost simultaneously.

"This ...... That's too fragrant, isn't it? Sitting at the stove, Ivan couldn't help but poke his head out and look at the yard next door, this was a fragrance he had never smelled before, and the food could give off such a wonderful fragrance, he knew for the first time, countless times more delicious than the fragrant earth in the backyard.

"It's so fragrant, it's really fragrant." Justin had already gotten up from the ground, grabbed the railing, and looked into the yard next door, the male demon was turning the big fish on the grill, holding a brush in his hand, he was brushing something on the fish, and after a while, he took a small jar and sprinkled some powdery things on the fish, as if injected into the soul, and the fragrance of the fish was instantly stimulated.

"Wow!"

Justin was crying on the spot, hugged the railing, looked back at Jimina and cried, "Mother, I'm going to eat that ...... too"

McGonagall, who had put down the jar of cumin powder, looked back in surprise, but she didn't expect the child next door to really cry.

"Wow, the little brother next door is crying, but this grilled fish is ours." Amy sat in a chair next to her, declaring her sovereignty with a serious face.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling chirped and seconded the motion.

"What you think, it's not a shame to lose it." Jimina slammed his fist into Justin's head, hammering him half of his head into the ground, just enough to get his face back.

"It's brutal." Amy shrunk her head and glanced at McGonagall and Irina, it seemed that her father and mother were really good to her.

"I'm sorry, my kid is hungry fast, he wants to eat everything when he is hungry, not even the soil, his favorite food is the turtle stew I made." Jimina smiled at McGonagall and then glanced at Ivan, who was staring at the grilled fish and swallowing his saliva.

"Yes, yes, our family loves turtle stew." Ivan nodded busily.

"It's okay, kid, it's all the same." McGonagall nodded, also a little amazed by the neighbor's brutal tutoring style, as for whether the child really liked to eat turtle stew, then I don't know.

"Who said that I hate turtle stew the most." Justin, who was squatting in the corner with his head covered, muttered that his head didn't matter, but his heart was hit by a critical blow, and while he was in tears, his eyes couldn't help but look through the gap in the railing to the courtyard over there.

In this world, in addition to turtle stew, there are indeed more delicious foods.

Could that male demon be the legendary gourmet? Why is it possible to make such a delicious food?

McGonagall took a plate, grilled the fish over a charcoal fire, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, and immediately the charred aroma was pleasant.

"Come on, eat the grilled fish first." McGonagall put the grilled fish in front of Amy and Irina, changed the baking sheet, re-oiled it, and put the lobsters with a knife on the grill one by one, the claws of the shrimp would move slightly, but the sauce had penetrated perfectly, ensuring the quality of the meat and the taste of the good.

Under the charcoal fire, the black and cyan shrimp shells began to gradually turn red, and the shrimp brain shells were full of shrimp yellow began to simmer with oil, and the umami flavor that belonged to shrimp also bloomed.

Grilled shrimp, McGonagall implements a strategy of less oil, the plump shrimp itself contains a lot of water, as the water evaporates, there is a gap between the shrimp meat and the shrimp shell, and the sauce marinated before has been perfectly incorporated into the shrimp meat, and the fragrance is overflowing.

"It's too tempting, I really want to eat it......" Justin didn't know when he got back up, hugged the pillar in the corner, and choked up, his eyes full of yearning.

"Well, it's delicious." Amy took a piece of fish, put it to her mouth and blew it, then fed it to her mouth, shaking her head happily.

Irina also picks up a piece of fish and feeds it to her mouth, which is a little different from the spicy grilled fish she ate in the restaurant, this grilled fish is simpler and has no side dishes.

The crispy skin of the fish is wrapped in the soft and tender fish, and when you bite into it, the crispy aroma blooms in the mouth, but the delicate and delicious fish brings a wonderful surprise surprise.

The unique aroma of charcoal barbecue gives it a special temperament, compared to the spicy grilled fish, the aroma of cumin in this grilled fish is a little more prominent, but it does not hide the fresh aroma of the fish itself, and still achieves just the right balance.

"It's a little different from the grilled fish before, but it's still delicious." Irina picked up another piece of grilled fish, and the freshly grilled fish was undoubtedly the most delicious.

"It's too much...... It's still so delicious...... "Justin's tears began to flow down again, this is the life you yearn for."

"Don't cry, don't cry, isn't the turtle stew going to be good soon, I also know that if you want to eat the turtle stew, just wait a little longer, do you need to cry so sadly?" Jimina grabbed Justin and took it back, pressing it to the stove and comforting him.

"Also...... Don't let people tell the truth......" Justin pursed his mouth, full of grievances, when did he say that he likes to eat turtle stew.

"Hold on." Jimina glared at him, this was a matter of dignity and status as a family cook, and she must not let anyone threaten and shake her status in this family.

Moreover, she still insists that the turtle stew she makes is the most delicious food in the world, and there is no one.

What kind of delicious food can a clumsy male demon make?

"Father." Justin looked at Ivan.

"Look at this bowl, he's big and round." Ivan Han smiled and picked up a large bowl of freestyle.

Justin sighed, forget it, he could never count on his father.

"Taste what the grilled shrimp taste like for the first time today." McGonagall brought three freshly grilled crayfish to the table, and the aroma of charcoal-grilled crayfish was already wafting to the hot air, so that Irina and Amy, who were immersed in the delicious taste of the grilled fish, couldn't help but raise their heads.

"It smells so good." Amy's eyes lit up as she looked at the grilled crayfish that McGonagall had placed in front of her, reaching for the big red tongs.

"Now the tongs are still very hot, let's eat the body of the shrimp first." McGonagall hurriedly stopped her, and with a light slash of the knife from both sides of the shrimp shell, a large piece of shrimp meat that had shrunk the water was easily forked by McGonagall with a fork, even if the water was contracted, it was still as thick as Amy's wrist.

"Wow! What a big piece of meat! Amy's eyes lit up, she took the fork with both hands, leaned in front of her and blew on it, then took a big bite.

"Good...... It's delicious. Amy breathed hot air and said a little indistinctly, with a happy smile on her little face.

At this time, Jimina's turtle stew was finished, and she got up and sniffed a little with her hand, and then lifted the lid of the pot.

A whole giant turtle floats on its back on the thick white soup, and the heat is accompanied by a hint of fishy smell.

"This is the grilled crayfish I made, and there are not many ingredients prepared, so let the children taste it." At this moment, McGonagall walked to the railing with a grilled crayfish and said with a smile.