"Boss Mai, what is vanilla? What is matcha? Also What is chocolate? Hee looked at McGonagall with a puzzled expression, only Blueberry she knew was a small blue fruit, but the other three flavors didn't know what it was.

"Is vanilla a very fragrant herb? But is grass edible? Daphne asked curiously.

"Yes, vanilla is a kind of grass with a special aroma, but it is not eaten directly, but ground into powder and used as an ingredient; Matcha is not an ordinary tea leaf, but a tea-scented ingredient after grinding green tea into a powder, which is refreshing and delicious; Whereas, chocolate is a rich and sweet food; Blueberry is a sweet and sour fruit, and each of the four flavors of ice cream has its own characteristics, so you can choose your favorite flavor and try different flavors. McGonagall smiled.

"Tofu brain has two flavors, sweet and salty, everyone will fight to the death, and now this new product has four flavors, and the guests will not have to line up in four queues in the future, right?" Jergi muttered a little worriedly, thought for a while, raised his hand and said, "I want a chocolate-flavored one." ”

"If I want something sour, then I'll ask for a blueberry ice cream." Miranda thought for a moment.

"I want matcha flavor." Palmer raised his hand, his expression calm, but his eyes were already very expectant.

"I want the smell of incense, I want the smell of fragrance."

"Sweet ...... Sweet ......" Angus stretched out his little hand and shouted happily, just after eating a small half bowl of tofu brain, the little guy was very happy.

"No, Angus can't eat ice stuff yet." Miranda reached out and took the little one's little hand, shook her head.

"Boom......" Angus immediately burst into tears when he heard this.

"Wow, if there are four flavors, can I have one of each?" Amy asked, looking at McGonagall expectantly.

"Of course, Amy can eat as much as she wants." McGonagall smiled and nodded, for foodies, the choice is really not a problem at all, a problem that can be solved by one of each flavor, then it is not a problem.

"Ice cream? Mr. McGonagall's name is so interesting and special, it must be another of his original gourmet desserts, what a talented chef. Luna thought to herself as she looked at McGonagall's back in the kitchen.

Everyone sat and looked in the direction of the kitchen expectantly, wondering what kind of dessert McGonagall was making.

McGonagall came out with a tray full of small holes, filled with ice cream of various colors.

Pale yellow vanilla ice cream, light green matcha ice cream, blue-purple blueberry ice cream, black and white chocolate ice cream.

The dense cold air rose, and the double-ball ice cream was like a flower blooming in the mist, making everyone look a little straight.

"Matcha ice cream for Palmer kids, blueberry ice cream for Mrs. Miranda...... There is also Deer's chocolate ice cream, the restaurant's new product - ice cream, please enjoy, lick and eat it even better. McGonagall handed out the ice cream to everyone one by one, smiling as Amy held a blue-purple blueberry ice cream.

"Is this made with ice? It looks solid, can you bite it? Jergi looked at the ice cream in his hand, a little skeptical.

"It looks like it's delicious." Miranda looked at the ice cream in her hand, her face full of anticipation.

"It's really cold, and it's purple, it looks good!" Amy looked at the blueberry ice cream in her hand, her eyes lit up completely, two blue-purple snowballs overlapped on the cone-shaped cream eggshell, and there was a paper shell at the place where she shook hands, exuding a faint blueberry fragrance, and a hint of cold air came to her face.

"Lick it?" Amy held the ice cream in front of her with both hands, then stretched out her pink little tongue and licked it.

The sweet and sour blueberry flavor and milk flavor blend layer by layer on the tip of the tongue, turning into the sweet and sour and fresh taste on the tip of the tongue, and the delicate and cool taste makes Amy feel like she is in the purple snow, the purple snowflakes floating in the sky, stretching out her tongue and licking it, sweet and sour, and a rich milk fragrance.

"It's sweet and sour, it's delicious! I love blueberry ice cream! Amy licked another bite of ice cream and said happily.

"Is this what is called matcha ice cream? Tea is brewed, no one will eat it directly, and Mr. McGonagall said that this is to grind tea leaves into powder and then add them to it, wouldn't that carry the bitter taste of tea leaves, and it will really be delicious? Luna looked at the green matcha ice cream in her hand, her eyes a little scrutinizing.

His grandfather was a fond of tea, a green leaf native to Vik Ridge that was popular among the nobles in Lodo, as it refreshes the mind and promotes digestion.

It's just that the output of authentic Vic Ling mountain tea is not much every year, the price is quite high, every year the spring tea is just picked, it is immediately bought out, her grandfather's students know that he likes to drink tea, so they will bring him a pound or two every year, usually not very willing to drink.

Tea is also grown in other places, but the quality is significantly different from that of Vikling.

Luna used to be by her grandfather's side, and she was skilled in making tea, so she knew a little about tea and knew how to tell the difference between good tea and ordinary tea.

Luna put the matcha ice cream in front of her nose and sniffed it gently, and the fragrance of green tea with a hint of milk rushed into her nose, causing her to close her eyes.

The elegant and fragrant tea fragrance with the taste of spring rain seems to have swept her into a tea garden full of green tea, the tender green tea leaves are slightly blowing in the spring breeze, and the faint tea fragrance comes to the face, take a deep breath, and it seems that the whole body has been purified.

"What kind of tea is this? Why is there such a strong tea aroma? This tea fragrance is even far more than the best spring tea in Wake Ridge, and this is still just ground into powder without brewing! Luna opened her eyes and looked at the ice cream in front of her, an expression of disbelief.

Wake Ridge's spring tea is recognized as the best spring tea on the Nolan continent, but now the tea fragrance from this ice cream is impacting Luna's cognition, and after a moment's hesitation, she sticks out her tongue and licks the ice cream ball on it.

The snowball rests on the tip of the tongue, melting slowly little by little, the sweet milky fragrance with the faint scent of tea sliding into the throat, and the pleasure starts from the tip of the tongue, like a light air flow slowly rising, diffuse, and then slowly sliding down the throat.

It's indescribable, like a slender finger slowly touching your lips, chin, throat and then slowly moving all the way down, so comfortable that you want to make a sound.