"Connie, what's wrong with you? Didn't you ask you to help go back to the dining room to get an apron, why are you sweating profusely? Mia handed the ice cream to a child, and asked in surprise as she looked at Connie, who was sweating profusely as she walked through the door.

Elizabeth and the others all looked at Connie strangely.

Connie said anxiously: "Do you know, the restaurant is gone, I walked along the square, and I didn't find the restaurant at the end, I searched back and forth many times, but I didn't find it, I only saw a shop selling pots, did our restaurant disappear?" ”

"Gone?" Everyone was also slightly shocked when they heard this, why did a good restaurant disappear? And the restaurant is next door to a blacksmith shop, and there are no pots to sell?

"Connie, didn't you turn left after you went out?" Barbara asked, thinking for a moment.

"Didn't you go out and turn left?" Connie nodded of course.

Everyone looked at Connie, their expressions becoming more complicated.

"I'm sorry, Connie, I shouldn't have given you such a task, it might be a little difficult for you." Yabei Mia said apologetically.

"It's hard to imagine how difficult it must be for you to go out and deliver food." Barbara had a sad look on her face.

"So, delivering a meal once a day is really the upper limit." Rena chuckled, and everyone smiled.

"Is it going in the wrong direction again?" Connie nodded, blushing a little.

……

"Or, let's have durian pizza at noon today." McGonagall came out of the study and said to herself as she went downstairs that he hadn't tasted the durian pizza he learned last night, and he didn't know if Amy would be able to accept it.

As for the official launch, McGonagall plans to delay the launch for a day or two, and how to launch such a heavy food needs to be considered, whether to set up an exclusive area like stinky tofu or be completely open, is a question that he needs to consider.

As soon as McGonagall came downstairs, Phyllis and Camilla arrived, and they always came earlier because they were in charge of preparing the ingredients.

"Boss." Phyllis greeted McGonagall with a smile.

Camilla, on the other hand, glared at McGonagall and staggered past him into the kitchen.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, he didn't know how he provoked this aunt, she came to the door by herself for drinking, it was Irina who drunk her, and it was Irina who tricked her into grazing, and he kindly carried her upstairs and laid her a bunk to sleep.

Such a good man, there is nowhere to find him with a lantern, right?

"Boss, didn't you mess with Sister Camilla." Phyllis glanced at Camilla, who was brushing and chopping vegetables, and asked in a whisper while tying her apron.

"Maybe she's a little angry, eat more vegetables to help reduce the fire." McGonagall smiled, not loud enough for Camilla to hear.

"This guy must have seen me graze yesterday!" A blush rose on Camila's face, and a cucumber was chopped to shreds in an instant.

McGonagall glanced at the miserable cucumber, closed her mouth, and turned her back to Camilla and carefully passed by her.

In the corner of the refrigerator, the durian has been delivered, the quality is round and full, the color is golden, and it is indeed a very high-quality durian.

McGonagall opened the refrigerator door and a strong durian scent was released.

"What's the strange smell?" Phyllis, who was about to start chopping vegetables, looked left and right with some confusion, and the strange smell that suddenly appeared rushed straight to her nose, and it was a little pungent at first glance.

"It stinks!" Camilla covered her nose directly, her face turned blue, and while retreating towards the kitchen door, she looked at McGonagall, who was standing next to the refrigerator with a round thing full of spikes in her hand, and said with some horror: "What are you holding in your hand!" ”

"Durian, a very expensive and delicious fruit." McGonagall said frankly, for an evolved durian powder, he smelled this fragrance now, it was simply not too good, and his saliva couldn't help but secrete.

Camila exited the kitchen, and after the smell was blocked, she let go of her nose and gasped for air, still looking at the strange-looking durian in McGonagall's hand with a palpitating expression.

As a noble vampire with a strong habit of cleanliness, he absolutely cannot tolerate the smell.

Stinky tofu, for example, makes her feel like vomiting every time she smells it, so whenever McGonagall starts making stinky tofu, she leaves the kitchen early.

And today, the smell of durian is not at all compared to the smell of stinky tofu, just smelling it makes her feel suffocated.

Although Phyllis's reaction was not as exaggerated as Camilla's, judging from her expression of trying to restrain herself and her gradually twisting expression, she couldn't immediately accept the smell of durian.

After a while, she had come to terms with the smell of stinky tofu, especially after tasting it herself, and her resistance to the smell had completely disappeared.

But is this equally smelly fruit really as delicious as McGonagall says it is? This made her a little suspicious.

McGonagall had expected the reaction of the two, and it is conceivable that the reaction of the guests after smelling this smell was the right choice to treat this new dish with caution, and there would be an extreme contrast between liking and disliking.

"This is an important ingredient used to make a new product, called durian, let's eat this for lunch today." McGonagall smiled.

"Eat this?!" Camila's eyes widened, feeling that something was wrong, she couldn't stand it just by smelling it, and if she had to let her eat it, it would be better to kill her.

McGonagall glanced at Camilla, put the durian on the stove next to her, and when she reached out, the durian shell was torn open, revealing a full two-petal durian flesh.

The fragrance of durian is getting stronger and stronger, and the plump durian flesh is ripe just right.

"How do you eat this?" Phyllis was a little used to the smell, and asked with some curiosity, she was quite interested in what McGonagall was talking about, because McGonagall always had some wonderful ideas, but she always made amazing deliciousness.

McGonagall took a spoon, then directly dug up a large spoonful of durian meat and handed it to Phyllis, smiling, "You can eat it directly." ”

"Eat it straight?" Phyllis took the spoon in disbelief, hesitating as to what to say.

"It's sticky, it's yellow, and it's soft...... This terrible shape and strange taste, can you really eat it? Camila stood at the door, looked at the spoonful of durian meat in Phyllis's hand, and thought firmly in her heart: "Even if I die, I will never eat a bite of this durian and any durian-related food!" ”