Barry's apple pie ended up baking well, at least it wasn't sandwiched or burnt, and it looked like a normal little cake.

Of course, this is all thanks to Barry's intentions, and he really used the method he had just told Huck.

Barry used his physique, which is not afraid of ordinary heat, to take out the baking tray every two or three minutes in the early stage, and even shortened the time to thirty or forty seconds in the later stage.

The result was perfect.

But compared to Barry's joy at success, Huck is not so happy.

The dough dog that Barry pinched for him had been baked in the oven and had become unrecognizable, fluffy enough to be unrecognizable as a dog.

However, Huck did not dislike it, and planned to show it to Mrs. Celine so that she could evaluate her craft.

However, when he tasted Barry's apple pie, he gave up on the idea of being out of tune, and the dog had an expression of death on his face.

"Phew, it's so unpalatable, it's completely different from what Mom just made."

Huck snorted repeatedly, spit out one of the apple pies he had just eaten, and then took a few sips of water to remove all the uncomfortable taste from his mouth.

"Look at your performance, it's just too naïve, it's not at all a mature dog's attitude towards food." Barry looked at Huck like this and reprimanded the other party.

"Hmm... You have the ability to taste it yourself... You'll know what your apple pie tastes like. Huck said to Barry in the gap between garglings.

Barry really didn't believe in this evil, after all, the dough was prepared by Mrs. Celine, and the other ingredients were leftover from Mrs. Celine just now, and the apple pie made from the same ingredients, he didn't believe that the taste could be worse.

He took an apple pie from his plate, and Barry slowly put it in his mouth: "I think you're jealous of me, that's why you're using this childish behavior to suppress me." ”

"Wait until I'm done tasting this delicious apple pie to let you know what the price of lying is, and let you know that the glittering cuisine of the little prince of gourmet food is not something you can denigrate."

Watching Barry still want to gush about bragging about not putting the apple pie in his mouth.

This made Huck, who was going to watch the show, still unable to stop, and he jumped up and helped Barry eat with one paw.

"Whew!"

"Why are you doing this, it almost choked me..."

Barry chewed the apple pie twice in his mouth, then grumbled at Huck.

But before he could say the rest of the words, a strange smell filled his taste buds, making his mind instantly ethereal.

However, although his brain had no thoughts, Barry's physical instinct made him involuntarily spit out all the apple pie in his mouth.

"Gwoe, gag gag..."

When Barry came to his senses, the soul was in control again, and he hurried to the tap where Huck had just drunk and began to rinse his mouth continuously.

"What the hell was that, was that really an apple pie I made?"

When Barry felt a little more refreshed, he asked Huck this question.

He can guarantee that he has never eaten such an unpalatable thing, and the degree of unpalatable is simply more than a hundred times that of durian candy, as long as he is still human, he will never be able to bear it.

The apple pie just now directly crushed Barry, he never thought that his apple pie would be such a dark dish, he could simply sacrifice them as a sacrifice to the evil god.

The evil god who likes "depraved, dirty, and filthy" will definitely consider it his favorite food, and maybe even reward Barry with some treasures if he is happy.

"Wang, that's the apple pie you made, you must have been the cook who cooked for the Gluttonous Demon King in your previous life, and only the kind of demon who eats everything can eat the food you made."

Huck hits Barry with trash talk as revenge for almost throwing up breakfast.

"Don't talk about it, I admit that I make technical junk for pastries, and I'll beg Audrey to give us a little apple pie to eat."

Barry now has to admit his defeat in the face of ironclad evidence, and decisively betrays his temperament for the sake of the Apple faction.

Huck nodded at Barry, agreeing with his idea, but then another question arose: "Wang, what about the rest of the apple pie, if we put it here, if my mother tastes it, I'm afraid she will scold us for ruining things." ”

Barry didn't want to be ridiculed by Mrs. Celine, so he racked his brains and finally discussed it with Huck: "Why don't you swallow them into the exclusive space!" When you're hungry, you can also use it as a snack. ”

Huck didn't agree with the idea, and asked rhetorically, "Wang, do you think I'm a fool?" ”

Barry was tempted to say, "You're a stupid dog."

But when he thought of the consequences of saying this, he must have had to fight Huck again, and in order to avoid being abused, he could only shake his head against his will.

"Or I'll burn them all to ashes with flames! My flame is absolutely hot, I don't even have a bit of slag left, and I have very good control and definitely won't burn anything else..."

Looking at Huck's increasingly aggressive gaze, Barry's idea could only be put to rest.

"I think it's best to put it away with my [Glutton], after all, its name is [Glutton], and now is the time to give it a taste of this rare apple pie."

Barry reluctantly said these words, and then reluctantly put away all the baked apple pies, and when he collected them, Barry still closed his eyes, not wanting to see them again.

Luckily, there aren't many apple pies, and the remaining space of [Glutton] can easily fit them.

Huck saw Barry's operation, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not right to waste food, my mother has taught us like this since we were children." ”

"Since I was a child, you've only been at home for more than three years, where did you know how my mother taught me when I was a child."

Barry complained in his heart.

"Alas, keep it, maybe it might be useful in the future, after all, there are many strange things in the world, maybe there are really creatures who like this taste."

Barry silently comforted himself in his heart, after all, whoever made him the maker, of course, he had to treat his creation well.

Shortly after they dealt with the Curious Apple Pie, Mrs. Celine reappeared at the staircase, followed by Audrey.

"My little angel, you want to go home so early! Don't you want to spend a little more time with your aunt? ”

"You must know that Auntie still has a lot of good desserts, and they can be made later, so you can taste them."

Mrs. Celine tried to hold Audrey, who shook her head hesitantly.

"I'd like to stay here a little longer, but I promised my grandmother that I'd go back after sending Huck off, and now that it's been delayed for so long, grandma will be very anxious."

"Can't you call and explain the situation? You should have a phone at home! ”

After all, Audrey was driven by a bodyguard, and as a child of a wealthy family, the phone should be the standard at home.

"I have a phone number, but I don't know my grandmother's phone number?"

After all, Audrey didn't live at her grandmother's house for a long time, and she also brought bodyguards when she went out on weekdays, so she never remembered the phone number at home.

"In that case, there's no way to do it, after all, you can't let the old man worry."