The frightened Phil and Catherine met each other, only to realize that they had slipped through the cracks after all.

Of course, it wasn't the cook's report, people were too busy to take care of him, and they had to hurry up to prepare a big family's dinner, saying that the eldest young master seemed to be getting more and more picky about food recently.

It was his dirty face and dog-legged treasure that betrayed him.

You must know that Bao'er is now pampered and ruthless, and loves to be clean, if no one leads it, it will never go to the vegetable garden and make itself dirty.

Just now, in the face of the real owner of the house, the very discerning Bo'er flatteringly rushed forward to say hello, and successfully soiled Catherine's new dress.

In this way, the second day of the gastronomic discovery journey in full swing, it was completely aborted, and the hope of finding a new spice was slim.

Catherine didn't show any soft violence, not even a word of heavy words.

Just sincerely told the little fat man that he needed to clean the coat and shoes he wore today, and ordered no one in the family to help him.

Ignoring the stunned little fat man, Catherine sat elegantly on the sofa, drinking stomach-warming flower tea, the corners of her mouth curled up with a triumphant smile.

No one knows her son better than her, this little fat man is smart, sensible, hardworking, kind and kind, but not without flaws.

One of them is laziness, outrageous laziness.

Catherine's memory never seemed to see him help with a single chore.

Sometimes even if it's her own son, it still makes her feel that the fat is too much of an eyesore.

The terrible punishment of doing laundry was the advice of her best friend, Mrs. Stewart, and it was said that it worked very well on Anna.

Subsequently, Catherine instructed Campbell's butler to let her caravan help collect some spices.

Maybe behind every little fat man, there will be a doting mother.

And the little fat man himself, who was struggling to wash his clothes, looked at his little tender hands that were rubbed red with distress.

As a former adult, when facing her mother Catherine in this life, the intellectual and psychological superiority that she had maintained for a long time was completely lost, and it became more and more exactly the same as when she faced her mother in the previous life.

Whether I am Liu Hao or Philip, until fatigue makes him fall into sweet dreams, I don't figure it out.

In the next few days, the little fat man became more and more well-behaved and sensible in front of Catherine, which made her very satisfied with her education level.

Until one morning, Phil was awakened by a slightly pungent smell at the end of his nose.

It is not appropriate to say that it is smoked, the smell is faintly faint, but it is a little irritating, which makes him want to sneeze.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled by a big white tail close at hand, it was Bao'er.

This stinky guy, just like the butterfly dog in his previous life, always likes to put his ass to your head.

I have scolded and scolded, and I have beaten him, but people still refuse to change his teachings and do not regret it.

Turned over and sat up, pressed the little thing that was still half asleep and half awake on the bed and jerked it off, the little thing turned over to reveal its belly, and kept snoring happily in his mouth, so that Phil also ushered in another morning refreshed.

I don't know if this little thing is male or female, Phil once picked up Bao'er with both hands, and looked closely, but there was no representative mark on the smooth belly.

Catherine, who happened to see her, slapped her and told him that the tongue curl beast usually has no male or female, no gender.

Only when a 3-year-old specimen reaches maturity and the two tongue-curls come together, they will automatically separate male and female, and usually the larger one will become male.

Such a miraculous operation?

Phil couldn't help but wonder whether he wanted his baby to be male or female.

After a brief wash of breakfast, Phil began to look for the origin of the strange smell.

The first thing that can be determined is definitely not Bao'er, this little thing itself has no taste, and now it loves to be clean, and it will know that it will run in front of you without taking a bath for three days.

Smell and smell, strange smell coming from under the bed.

But Phil didn't remember anything else under the bed other than his washed coat and shoes, and the smell was definitely not the familiar sourness.

Phil admits that he is lazy, and he has not been very diligent since his previous life, and the family environment in this life has fueled this evil arrogance.

But he thinks he's definitely a clean-loving person, and at least he won't allow anything that tastes strange to ferment under his bed for a long time.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he kept sweeping under the bed with a broom.

Sure enough, the bottom of the bed was still clean, except for a few completely dried leaves and a small branch in the depths.

Phil picked up the leaves and sniffed them closely, but they were just the smell of ordinary leaves.

He put the branch under his nose again, twitched his nose, and sneezed violently, and sure enough, it smelled like this, and it was quite strong.

The flavor comes from a few small black dots on the branches, like sesame seeds.

The taste is familiar, a bit like some kind of spice from a previous life, but I can't say a specific name.

Phil looked around, there was no one inside or outside the house at the moment, and the maid who was waiting for him should not know that he woke up so early and did not stay outside the house.

So, ready to move, he plucked the black sesame-like seeds and filled them into his mouth.

Phil closed his eyes and first sipped it with his tongue, the taste was bigger and a little bitter.

Without doing anything, he pushed the black seed into the gum with his tongue and bit it down hard.

Saliva flowed down his mouth like a waterfall, and Phil suddenly regretted it at the moment, wondering if he would be poisoned again because of this reckless behavior.

At the moment when it was bitten, with a slight cracking sound of "popping", the bitten black seeds emitted a rich fragrance.

And as his tongue stirred, a strong paralyzing sensation filled his entire taste buds.

There is no bitterness, no sweetness, even the original fragrance is suppressed, only the feeling of numbness.

Phil stuck out his tongue in agony, dripping water, and looked like a saliva monster.

It wasn't until two minutes later that the numbness was diluted by a steady stream of saliva, and now he felt that half of the tip of his tongue had been blunted, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Phil couldn't laugh or cry, although he didn't find the pepper, but he seemed to have found the pepper, and the result was not bad.

This is a perfect interpretation of the meaning of "stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to find, and it takes no effort to get it".

The strong taste of this thing is similar to that of the pepper in the previous life, and the effect is several times stronger.

While rinsing his mouth, Phil pondered how to continue his experiment.

It's a pity that today's breakfast, the tongue that temporarily lost most of his sense of taste made him live up to the chef's heart, and the taste was like chewing wax, which was completely mechanically swallowed into his stomach.

And Catherine, thinking that he was still angry about the punishment of that day, did not pay attention to it.

While Catherine was listening to the butler's routine report in the study, Phil secretly ran to the kitchen to find the source of the branch.

He has a good memory, and this thing is definitely not something he picked in the vegetable garden yesterday.

In fact, he remembered all the plants he had come into contact with in the past two days, whether it was the shape of the leaves or the smell of the fruits.

Then the only possibility was the baskets he had knocked over outside the kitchen.

Sneaking up on the kitchen, without attracting the attention of the cook and the maid, he stood on tiptoe and rummaged through the baskets. There were two baskets in a row, both of which were empty, and only the largest one remained.

Sure enough, there were a lot of miscellaneous things in it, broken leaves, and gnawed half of the kernels.

Finally, he saw a pile of branches in the corner that were the same as those in his hand, and at the end of the branches were several familiar black seeds.

At that moment, a wall-like body stood in front of him.

When Phil looked up, it turned out to be a chubby cook, followed by several maids in brown dresses.

The little maid in charge of recovering the dinner plate had already noticed the sneaky figure of this little fat man, but she was a little weak-hearted.

She swore that the meatball had fallen out of the plate and had never been taken from it.

So the little maid hurriedly found her backer, that is, her old lady, the cook.

Mia, the chef, is a middle-aged aunt in her 50s, and her bloodline may not be so pure, and she is not as tall as the average Ward woman, only about 1.75 meters.

But the body is still majestic, a model of horizontal development, and the whole body is generally thick from top to bottom.

Phil didn't dare to look down on this cook aunt at all, although she was short, she had a fiery temper and amazing strength.