1.

Sasha. Hopkins prepares rice dumplings.

Beelzebub picked one up and sniffed it with suspicion.

"Zongzi." "People in the Eastern Continent eat them on a regular holiday, just as we do on Thanksgiving. He glanced at Beelzebub, who was hesitant, "You can eat it with confidence—I didn't make it." ”

Beelzebub cut it with a knife, and the greenish-brown polyhedron was white rice, very sticky, and he tasted the rice grains on the blade, which were fragrant and flexible, but light and tasteless.

"That's white rice dumplings." Sasha said, "It needs to be dipped in." ”

There are three plates of dipping sauce on the table, yellow curry, green mustard, and white sugar grains.

Beelzebub chose sugar.

In his impression, this kind of trickster is the least easy to make trouble-Sasha. Hopkins's ingenuity in recipes became more and more abundant, especially with Chegalle. After the permission of Bisangdi, in addition to all kinds of wonderful tastes, many special effects of gadgets were added to his works. Their toxicity had been reduced to a level that was harmless to his body and mind, but enough to keep him in pain for hours.

Now that he was starting to miss the one-and-one way he had trained for the previous two months, at least he knew when he was going to suffer—instead of being 120,000 wary of whatever he ate and drank, as he did now, and he asked Chegalle for that. Bissandi complained that unfortunately his father was very much in favor of Hopkins's approach — that a prepared test is not a good test.

Hopkins once used poison hemlock to make a vegetable salad, and he used nightshade to pass off as a blueberry, and Beelzebub fell for it.

An hour passed, and Beelzebub was unharmed, but he soon discovered that whatever he ate and drank was always sweet and greasy.

"Ahh That's right," said Sasha, "I prepared the dipping sauce." ”

"What the hell is that?"

"Sugar is sugar — except that it is extracted from the fruit of a plant native to Ghana, and it is 600,000 times sweeter than sucrose." "Be vigilant at all times, my dear friend, it is not poisonous, but it will paralyze your taste buds for the next few hours – whatever you eat and drink, it will be sweet," Sasha said. He slowly peeled off a rice dumpling: "This means that all the effort you have spent in the past few months has been in vain, and you can't taste anything else." ”

He lifted the zongzi, dipped it in a plate, and ate it in small bites.

Of course, that's real white sugar.

2.

Old Andreana prepared rice dumplings.

She looked at the online recipes and learned a wide variety of varieties, olive zongzi, black bean zongzi, jujube zongzi, meat zongzi and matsutake zongzi, a total of more than 300, 150 pounds, equivalent to the weight of an adult woman.

Chegalle. Bisandi ate them all, and old Andreana was worried.

"Do you think that's really okay?" She asked, picking up her apron and wiping her tears: "He ate all the leaves." ”

"Oh." Anthony. Hopkins calmly replied: "It doesn't matter, Zongye is a good plant with an aromatic smell and rich fiber, and it contains a lot of chlorophyll and a variety of amino acids that are beneficial to the human body. Let him eat it, it will be good for his body. ”

Old Andreana looked relieved, her lips squirming, as if she wasn't sure if she should say what was hidden in her stomach.

Hopkins waited patiently.

"What about the nylon rope?" She asked.

3.

Abel said, "Catherine, I know you are looking forward to an exciting reunion with your dear nephew. ”

He pressed his temples.

"But I don't think he'll be happy to see you jump out of a big dumpling."

4.

The former "head" of the Tower of Babel walks into a Chinese restaurant.

"Some sugar," he said, "a little more rice dumplings if you want." ”

(End of Extra)

PS: Minor changes - this chapter falls on June 21st.

June 22 double watch.

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