Early the next morning, Jiang Ember woke up at a wonderful touch.

He felt something supple across his face.

The face is itchy, and there is a special aroma in the air.

…… What's going on?

Why do you feel this way?

And what is this scent? Sounds familiar?

Suddenly, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes from the bed.

Then I saw a mischievous strand of long hair.

Look up at the long strands of hair.

You can also see a pretty face with a smile.

"Good morning, are you still used to sleeping here?"

Early in the morning, Lannathel reached out and tucked her soft, thick hair together.

Then the group greeted Jiang Ember in his trademark teasing tone.

......

If Jiang Ember remembers correctly, this is the attic of Taeqiong's house.

So he didn't expect to see Lanather here early in the morning.

You know, Uncle Taiqiong's home is a three-story structure.

The first floor is the living area, the second floor is the living area, and the third floor is the loft where the sundries are stored.

But because Jiang Ember is borrowing here.

The attic had long since been converted into his house.

The attic had only one small window, and it was locked from the inside.

So much so that it is completely impossible to imagine how Lannacel slipped in quietly.

…… Isn't it worthy of the legendary spell profession?

There are so many messy tricks.

Jiang Ember didn't bother to investigate such a trivial matter as what kind of means Lannassel used.

He quickly sat up from the bed and asked in a laughing and weeping tone:

"Sister Lanna, you shouldn't have come here just to ask me if I was comfortable, right?"

It's a short journey from the monastery on the hill to the town.

It's really boring to come all the way here just to tease him.

However, Lannassel immediately nodded and said with a smile:

"You've found out all this, and you really know your sister better and better."

As she spoke, she reached out and tapped Ginger Ash's head.

This kind of intimate action matches the mature sister temperament.

It makes people really want to get into Lannathel's sister's arms and have a good time.

Of course, Jiang Yan would not make such a request.

Although Lannasel is really very likely to agree.

But she will definitely make Jiang Ember pay a lot of price...... That's still it.

Seeing that Lannacel seemed to be really here to play tricks on herself, the corners of Jiang Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

But he got up quickly, washed, and then immediately went to the stove to pick up the ashes.

Seeing Jiang Ember pulling in the still warm fire, Lannacel walked over curiously and asked:

"What? Is there anything in there? ”

"Yes, good thing...... You see. ”

After picking it up for a while, Jiang Shen dug out a large package wrapped in brown paper from the stove.

When I opened the kraft paper, I saw that there were a lot of fragrant sweet potatoes in it!

These sweet potatoes were bought yesterday by Ember from Hannibal.

Because there is no tin foil in this world, kraft paper was chosen for heat insulation baking.

Last night, before going to bed, I wrapped the sweet potatoes in brown paper and threw them into the stove, and the next morning I could eat them ready-made, which was very convenient.

"Sister Lanna, try this."

"Huh? Oh ho, it's hot. ”

The freshly baked sweet potatoes were still a little hot, and Lannasel reached out to catch them.

The two delicate hands couldn't help but toss back and forth, and the sweet potato seemed to dance in her hands.

But at this moment, as the skin of the sweet potato cracked, a sweet fragrance also wafted out from inside.

It turns out that the hard sweet potatoes are roasted over charcoal fire, and they feel soft and soft like ripe persimmons.

Roasted until slightly yellowed, the syrupy skin can be completely peeled off the juice-soaked flesh with a slight touch.

Obviously, no one can refuse the sweetness of the soft and creamy fragrance, not even Lannasel, who has good self-control.

So she didn't even care about the heat, so she couldn't wait to open her mouth and take a bite of the soft glutinous potato heart.

After this mouthful, the soft and residue-free flesh melts in the mouth instantly.

All that remains is the sweet syrup juice and the aroma of the potatoes.

Because the sweet potato was so sweet, Lannacel couldn't help but say:

"Not bad...... This sweet potato is so sweet, it's the first time I've ever known of such a good sweet potato nearby. ”

Although there are farmers in Neverwinter who grow these potatoes, Uncle Taiqiong often transports them to the monastery.

However, locally produced sweet potatoes not only do not have enough sugar, but also have a heavy fibrous texture and a bad taste.

This sweet sweet sweet potato tasted like this was the first time Lannacel had eaten it.

It's just that after hearing her words, Jiang Yan shook his head and said:

"It's not a local ingredient, it's a weirdo who brought it from far away."

"Weirdos? How weird is it? Tell me about it? ”

Lanna Cel was originally a very curious woman.

In addition, there is nothing new near this town, so it is easy to meet a strange person, and you must get to the bottom of it.

However, when Ember put yesterday at the market met the "cart gentleman" Hannibal.

And after explaining Hannibal's identity and the conversation between the two sides.

Lannassel frowned slightly, and asked in a serious tone:

"Really? Does he really say that he is a special investigator of the 'Fog Capital Cooking Association'? ”

"Well, that's exactly what I said."

"That's weird...... Why the special investigator is here. ”

"What's the problem? What exactly does a special investigator do? I haven't figured it out yet. ”

If Jiang Ember understands correctly, the "Fog Capital Cooking Association" should be a dark cooking organization.

There are a bunch of Wolong and Phoenix chicks who like to cook, but their skills are very poor.

They take pleasure in executing diners with cooking, turning the table into a place of execution, which is really excessive.

However, why does such a strange cooking organization have the position of "special investigator"? What exactly is Hannibal investigating?

As for the answers to these questions, the well-informed Lannasel apparently knows.

So she looked into Jiang Yan's eyes and spat out two familiar words from the mouth that was smeared with pale lipstick.

"Ingredients."

“...... What? ”

"The special investigator is a position to investigate and collect all kinds of exotic ingredients for the association, so it may appear anywhere in the world."

Investigate the position of the ingredient?

This seems to be ...... Quite normal?

Originally, Jiang Ember was still thinking that the "Fog Capital Cooking Association" was a group of weirdos.

A special investigator like Hannibal must have been a very strange fellow too.

It didn't seem strange to hear Lannacel say this.

After all, it's a group of people who study cooking, and it's normal for the organization to have a position to collect and investigate ingredients, isn't it?

It may be that Jiang Yan was slightly relieved when he thought of this.

Lannassel seemed to see through what was in her mind at once, and smiled:

"You're thinking that this position is quite normal, and Hannibal might just be an ordinary employee, right?"

"Uh...... Am I not right? ”

"I can't say that it's completely wrong, I can only say that it has nothing to do with the facts."

She shook her head and reached out in mid-air with a gesture.

The next moment, a heavy piece of parchment appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan took the parchment and asked suspiciously:

"It's ......"

"One of the special ingredient checklists of the Fog Capital Cooking Association, you can see what is written on it."

Ha? Special Ingredients Checklist?

Could it be that there is something ...... Well?

Just as Jiang Yan glanced at the parchment with the mentality of "just ingredients, how special can it be".

His mouth immediately opened in surprise at the distorted words written on it.