"Do you really have the guts, boy, as a navy, to dare to come to my ship?"

Only by facing Charlotte Lingling can you feel the horror, the inhuman appearance, the murderous eyes, the corrosive saliva, everything seems to tell the horror of the aunt.

"That's right, I'm a Navy recruit Anyi, and by the way, the person you invited before is also me."

"Boom!"

A fist, unwrapped armed and domineering fist, smashed on An Yi's side like this.

“leave or……”

"Do you want to eat a dessert that you've never eaten before?"

Auntie's soul voice stopped abruptly, and her eyes looked at comfort in horror.

"Do you want to eat something you've never eaten before? Do you want to drink a juice that you have never drunk before? ”

Comfortable words are like a magic spell for Auntie.

"Boy, if you can satisfy me, I can spare you."

"Thank you very much."

An Yi bowed slightly.

"Then I'll make a little dessert, so can you please ask someone to show me the way, and watch me by the way?" You don't trust me anyway, do you? ”

"You're right, lick."

Such a unique mouth fetish is the eldest son of the aunt, Perospero, the licking person, in fact, An Yi is still very curious about this kind of food superhuman system, from the original book, these people can be said to have developed the fruit ability to an extreme, and even comparable to the natural system, but after all, they can't escape the restrictions of food, An Yi really wants to see if these foods are a threat to himself as a chef, and he is more curious about whether these foods can be counted as a kind of ingredients.

"I'll go, brother."

It was a tall, thin woman wearing a hat, a scarf, long hair and legs, a pair of gloves, a spiral-like scabbard behind her, and a pair of black patterned boots.

"What is this? The taste is somewhat incredible. ”

Because An Yi found that his superolfactory sense could not tell what was in the cup.

"Smuji, then you must take good care of our chef, know that cooking can also kill."

With a rather disgusting smile on his face, Perospero kept licking the sugar cane in his hand.

"Don't worry, if anything happens to this guy, I'll squeeze him into a delicious juice for mom to taste."

"Oh roar, the juice squeezed out by the chef who knows how to cook must be quite delicious."

Charlotte Lingling said and looked at An Yi, and licked the corners of her mouth, looking like she wanted to eat An Yi.

"Calm down, calm down, you will find that in fact, keeping me is far more useful than killing me."

After An Yi finished speaking, he followed Smuji to the kitchen.

"Beauty, let's get to know me, I'm a chef comfortably, I don't know what your name is, beauty?"

An Yi behaved like a playboy, looking at Smuji with flirtatious eyes.

"Poof!"

Smuji immediately drew his sword.

"Navy, you'd better not play any tricks, with your strength, any one of us here can kill you!"

"Yes, yes, so I don't have any intention of playing tricks......"

An Yi spread his hands, saying that he was quite innocent.

"When this sword is only ...... away from me Sorry, serially, young lady, can't you really tell me your name? Or do you like me to call you little sister? ”

"Smuji, my name is Smuji."

Smuji obviously frowned when An Yi called his little sister, and then withdrew his sword, looking at An Yi with a cold look in his eyes.

"Don't think about messing around, I'll keep an eye on you."

Smuji really stared at An Yi motionlessly, just like he said.

"Poof."

An Yi couldn't help but laugh as she looked at Smuji's rabbit-like eyes.

"What are you laughing at!"

Smuji was still young at this time, and he didn't have the cold aura of the three generals in the future, and Smuji at this time was more like a little girl.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just that my dim sum is ready, do you want to try it?"

This time, the dim sum made by An Yi is macaron, the name of the macaron actually comes from transliteration, and the French pronunciation of Yuannen is closer to macaron, but because of the relationship between Spanish, it has become macaron. This small snack seems to be famous as a French dessert, but the original origin is indeed Italian, and the version has two legends: nun and homesickness.

The production of macarons is relatively simple, but it is not easy to make macarons with a good sense of mouth, a perfect macaron, smooth surface, no pit scars, a faint luster under the light, and a beautiful lace skirt will appear on the lower edge of the cake body. Due to the addition of different decorative materials, such as matcha powder and fruit powder, the macarons take on a variety of colors. And to satisfy the appetite of the aunt, it is not something that can be solved by a macaron, and comfort must be done according to the specifications of the big banquet.

"It's beautiful."

The macarons themselves attract diners with their beautiful colors, especially for female customers, and they can capture each other's hearts at once, so Smuji was immediately attracted by the macarons made comfortably.

Originally, I still wanted to refuse to be comfortable, after all, this is food for Auntie, in case Auntie gets angry, then it will really be a disaster, but looking at such beautiful food, Smuji really can't stand it.

"Eat, if anyone notices, I'll say you're here to test the poison for Auntie."

An Yi smiled and winked playfully, which made Smuji feel uneasy.

"I, it's not like I'm stealing my mother's things, I'm just testing drugs for my mother, yes, that's it......"

As if to hypnotize himself, Smuji closed his eyes and reached for the macaron.

"With your eyes closed, if you really break these macarons, it's really troublesome, right?"

An Yi reluctantly picked up a macaron and stuffed it into Smuji's hand, then Smuji blushed, and then took a bite of the macaron, as if the whole person was dyed with color.

"Delicious!"

Smuji looked at the small snack in his hand with some surprise. When you bite into it, the first thing you will taste is a thin but crispy shell, followed by a soft, creamy inner layer. Unlike the creamy texture, the firmness of the macaroons holds up the filling and adds chewiness to the soft filling. It was as if the door to a new world had opened for Smuji.

"It's not poisonous, is it?"

An Yi smiled, and then put the macarons on the small cart.

"Let's go, it's time for Auntie to taste it."