This Plug-in is Too Middle School

For the sake of the health of the elderly, this kind of material with insufficient stability is definitely not suitable. If the enemy is hit by a shadow energy bomb, wouldn't it be over?

Although generally speaking, most people are well versed in the truth of mouse tail juice, and no one will specifically attack the middle-aged and elderly people.

But in order to prevent unexpected situations, I still have to persuade old Cameron not to be greedy for pleasure... I mean that even if other things are not so consistent, at least it is stable, and the stick that will grow bigger and smaller is too dangerous.

William thought as he took a sip of the hot broth on the table.

The meaty soup is mellow and thick. The material should be pork head meat marinated in brine and sour grape juice. The meat itself is gelatinous. After the soup is cooked overnight, even Able to freeze itself into aspic.

The salt and fat content of this bowl of broth is greatly exceeded, which is definitely not healthy in modern times, but for people in this world, it can replenish a lot of physical strength and calories, and it can be regarded as a rare delicacy.

"tasty."

William nodded with satisfaction. With other chefs... No, with the "Pearl Jade" of those dark cooks in front, this ordinary broth suddenly seemed so precious.

During the days he was with Flange, he was tortured by dark cooking almost every day, and he almost burst into tears when he took a sip of this soup.

Just as William was drinking the soup with a sigh on his face, there was a sudden sound of sniffling.

William looked at the sound and was surprised to find that Jessica's eyes were actually shining with water, and her small nose was twitching, looking like she was about to cry.

No, no, no? I'm just describing it, although this soup is very good, it's not really crying, right?

Feeling the deep surprise in William's eyes, Jessica hurriedly raised her head with an embarrassed expression, and rubbed her slightly red nose with her outstretched fingers.

"I'm just a little excited... um... this soup is the way the Holy Empire does, and basically no one in France will make broth."

After the female knight calmed down, she drank the broth in the bowl with nostalgia on her face. She didn't know if it was hot or what, but she was still tearful.

She explained softly: "When my mother was still around, I used to make this broth for Leonard and me, and when she was... After she died, I never had this soup again, because I suddenly remembered It's a bit sad because of the past."

Although she was saying sadness? But the expression on Jessica's face was extraordinarily warm? She murmured in a trance:

"Although I and Leonard were born at the same time, I don't know why? My mother is much gentler to me than to Leonard? So he was always jealous of me when he was young, and he always asked me for trouble when he had something to do? Play some tricks."

Speaking of her younger brother's name, the female knight's face became a lot more complicated? Somewhat angry and a little helpless? But in the end, it was mostly guilt.

She said in a gentle tone: "Although I don't want to admit it, Leonard is indeed smarter than me. He has been eccentric since he was a child, but he doesn't always run fast when he is not in good health. So every time he makes fun of me, he will be chased by me. Beaten up..."

No, Leonard's health isn't bad. There's another reason why he can't run fast.

After silently telling the truth in his heart, William stretched out his hand and pushed the broth he had just drank, indicating that if Jessica wanted to miss it again, she could drink his bowl too.

The female knight glared at him with a blushing face, and poured the broth that William pushed over into her bowl? She actually drank a spoonful of it.

I saw her lightly licking the oily flower on her lips, and continued to say with nostalgia:

"At that time? Leonard would cry when he was beaten, and then his mother would come and scold me? Make something delicious to comfort him in the evening. I actually always wondered? Is he doing it for his mother's cooking? Will you keep teasing me? Until later..."

The look on the female knight's face suddenly darkened.

"Later, I was taken away by my father to continue training, and I couldn't see him twice for a whole year. Every time we met, Leonard was smiling, and I didn't seem to see him cry again..."

Jessica stared at the soup bowl in front of her, and said with a faint expression: "William, you know what, I've always had a very strange idea - I especially want to hit Leonard hard, I want to see him again The last time I cried..."

This...it seems a bit difficult. William clicked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Leonard is probably the most afraid of death he has ever seen. No one has ever seen him make a move. Except when he pretends to be forceful afterwards, he will go for a walk around the scene. Move, can be called a model of otaku.

So if you want to beat him up, you'll probably have to wait until the Farrell family is completely wiped out.

After the food on the table was almost eaten, Leonard's future mother-in-law appeared at the door, and she walked over cautiously with the wooden tray in her hand.

On the tray are four small bowls, two mushy bean soup and two hot onion bisque, and a small plate with a piece of cheese drizzled in a little syrup , garnished with a few small sugar-coated cherries.

Seeing William's gaze, the cook said a little embarrassedly: "Lord William, Lord Jessica, I found a small jar of syrup in the back kitchen, but there is a little syrup left in it, only enough to make one. Dessert."

William nodded and got up to help her put the dishes in the tray on the table.

"Cousin, you're welcome. Jessica and I are both professionals. It's nothing to eat a little less, but it's hard work for you to wait for us so late."

As he spoke, he glanced at the female knight, and found that although she drank the soup without looking sideways, she peeked at the cook from time to time.

Dodging's eyes were a little wet, and his usually resolute face also became slightly charming, looking like a small beast longing to be touched.

After hearing William's name, the cook hurriedly shook her head, looking uneasy:

"Lord William, you're too kind, I'm just a love... I'm just a cook. Daisy's identity can still be recognized by the Anderson family. If I go to recognize my relatives, maybe I will be kicked out like before, if not The two adults gave me this job, and I can only be separated from Daisy..."

When the cook left with great gratitude, the female knight pursed her lips hard, grabbed the only dessert, and asked angrily, "She was kicked out by the Anderson family?"

Glancing regretfully at the cheese, William took a sip of the onion bisque.

The thick soup with both salty and fresh taste is hot but not hot. Although the walls of the bowl are still a little cold, after entering the stomach, the whole body is warm. It should be pulled out with cold water on purpose, and it is brought over when the temperature is almost the same.

He exhaled a breath of umami-flavored heat and said lightly, "Well, she and Daisy were kicked out at the time, and she almost starved to death on the street.

Fortunately, when Daisy was too hungry, she secretly stole a beggar's money and bought a piece of expired brown bread, and they barely survived. "

After listening to William's words, Jessica frowned, and her soft and soft eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Who kicked them out?"

William glanced at the syrup on the corner of her mouth, and said in a flat tone: "It's a little devil named Ross. He is the grandson of old Roman, the direct son of this generation of Marquis Anderson."

Jessica frowned and recalled, thinking of the arrogant and domineering little devil, and solved a doubt.

No wonder Daisy was so timid that she tried her best to stop herself. It turned out that she had been kicked out once, and she was afraid that she would be kicked out of Anderson's house again.

The female knight slapped the table angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "It turned out to be that bastard, I should have killed him directly!"

William didn't say anything about her cruel words, instead he quietly took a spoonful of turquoise bean soup.

Don't tell me, the bean soup looks bad, but it doesn't taste bad, and the chef obviously put a lot of thought into cooking.

Not only are the beans ground very finely, but the diced vegetables in the bean soup should have been fried in lard. The whole bowl of bean soup has nothing but a small handful of black pepper noodles. I have mixed a lot of it and chopped it up to enhance the flavor. of salted diced meat.

These few dishes today have completely saved William's tormented taste buds. He even wanted to give a thumbs up to Leonard who was far away in Ironthorn City.

Your mother-in-law is awesome!

Seeing William burying his head and working hard, Jessica suddenly became angry for some unknown reason. She knocked on the table and said dissatisfiedly:

"William, didn't you call her Cousin? Why didn't you think about venting for her?"

William stopped the spoon in his hand, straightened up and gave her a helpless look.

Jessica has been lacking maternal love for many years, and now she has finally met a distant relative with her mother's shadow on her body, and she has clearly begun to "protect the calf".

He shook his head and replied, "There are so many people that Fran can't survive, how can I manage it?"

William is very clear about his own position. He is not the material for governing the country at all. It is okay to go out of the way, or rely on special insights to reduce dimensionality, but he really needs to hand over the operation of a country. In my own hands, I am afraid that the more I intervene, the sooner it will end.

So the job of saving the toiling masses~www.novelmt.com~ is left to Avril Lavigne. All I can do is manage the three major churches and save her life.

Taking a sip of the onion soup, William added with a flat expression:

"And that Ross has long since disappeared. The last person who saw him was Harry. Harry seems to have left him to a werewolf. I don't know if he can survive."

...

They are eating a delicious supper, but in a small town not far from Dosa, hundreds of werewolves are gathering here, a pair of green beast pupils, staring closely at the silver hair surrounded by the center werewolf.

The silver-haired werewolf, who had recovered to health, raised his head and let out a mournful wolf howl.

"Damn Leonard has given an ultimatum, we only have one choice, find the old man, or die!"

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