Chapter 1191： You are such a genius

The delicious Yangzhou fried rice, madly catering to the taste buds, soothing the hungry stomach, one after another, the delicious can not stop.

The idea of ​​what is the face of the beast, the killing of the dragon and the demon, this will have been completely thrown away by Connie, and the only thing left in the mind is the delicious Yangzhou fried rice.

"Ding!"

The spoon hit the empty bowl and gave a soft bang. Connie looked at the empty plate in front of her, and looked shocked and said: "My Scorpio! I actually finished eating a meal given by a stranger! A killing dragon made it!"

Looking at the two rice left in the plate, she narrowed her eyes and looked at her uncontrolled hand to pick up the plate. Then the tongue was forcibly pulled out and the bottom of the bowl was smashed.

Two grains of rice were sucked into the mouth.

"True incense."

Her heart rang a voice.

"Who are you! Why are you in my body!" Connie squinted and didn't want to admit that it was her own voice.

"If it wasn't for me, I would have forgotten what you were eating." McGonagall walked out of the tray and glanced at the cleaned plate, even a little egg flower. I couldn't help but vomit.

"I...I...I..." Connie had a red face and opened her mouth but didn't know how to refute it. She sneaked a glimpse at McGonagall. Although this man looks good, it is not a good person. The head of the water dragon was screwed down by him to spray water. Will he also look at my head?

McGonagall put a large plate in front of Connie and then uncovered the lid.

The hot and sour scent of the squid head was accompanied by the hot air of the cockroach, and Connie, who was wondering how to escape the claws, fell into disarray.

"My Scorpio! What a scent is this, how can it be so tempting!" Connie squinted, trying to see through the fog, seeing the contents of the plate, first into a red pepper, mashed The pepper spread over the entire plate and barely saw what was underneath.

"This... is it for me?" Connie asked McGee indefinitely.

"I am not hungry now, there is only one person in the restaurant." McGonagall nodded. For this cat-and-ear girl, he just wants to give her a good idea, maybe she can have a normal conversation, otherwise she will talk. It is really too tired.

"Is it so good to me? Is he really a good person?" Connie carefully looked at McGonagall, remembered the faucet in the kitchen, and shook her head in her heart. "Maybe he just looked at a part of my body." Give me a good meal, then send me on the road."

She wants to run.

I can look at the scented food in front of me, and I can't move it.

If the previous fried rice is gentle soothing, then this bright red food is like a strong big man, and she is rudely pressed under her.

Her heart is resistant, but...

"Then I will be welcome." Connie picked up the chopsticks and put a red pepper into her mouth.

Sour and spicy, almost burst out in a flash!

The taste buds that had just been softly soothed by Yangzhou fried rice were waiting for a while, but suddenly they were smashed with a loud and warm slap.

Connie's face turned red, and the hot feeling spread from the tip of her tongue to the whole body. It was like there were countless ants crawling over her body. There was something in the body to be drilled. The feeling of scalp and numbness caused her body to tremble slightly, and the cherry mouth opened slightly, and she said: "Hey~"

"Stab!"

Almost at the same time, a creaking sound of the cloth sounded.

Connie's broken cotton and linen shirt, tearing a clear hole from the neckline, spread down, revealing a beautiful arc.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seems that the broad-minded guests are not suitable for eating this fish head.

Well, today this fish head, it is big and round.

Connie, whose face is red, is unaware of this.

"Spicy!" Connie, who had never eaten pepper, had a blank mind.

After a moment of strong shock, it suddenly fell, the taste buds after being smashed, but there was a feeling of loss, and then controlled the brain, driving the hand holding the chopsticks, and picking up a piece of pepper to feed the mouth. in.

The hot and sour is once again raging, the discomfort that has just begun has disappeared, but there is a feeling of surprise, once again let the taste buds carnival.

A sip of pepper, another bite of pepper, after the taste buds were all kinds of smashing, still warmly cheering the next round of offense.

"This is a fish head..." McGon looked at Connie, who was eating a pepper, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Five minutes later, Connie picked up the last piece of pepper and fed it into her mouth. She chewed it and swallowed it, and she was relieved.

The clothes have been soaked in sweat, and this feeling of dripping is really cool!

Then I glanced at the plate and looked at the neat fish head here. I was surprised: "Hey! How come there is a fish head here!"

"This dish is called a pepper head. Most people eat fish heads. I didn't expect you to pick a pepper." McGonagall looked at Connie. "You are a genius."

"Is it a fish head?" Connie's expression was even more surprised. "I think the pepper is also delicious."

Then she bowed her head and finally found herself tearing the open neckline.

"Ah!" She screamed, grabbed her collar, and looked at Meg in a panic. "You...what did you do to me when I ate something!"

"I have been standing here from start to finish. What do you think I did to you?" McGonagall spread his hand.

"Yes." Connie snorted. Although she had just eaten very fascinated, Meg didn't approach her and didn't do anything strange to him.

"Is it because this dress is too broken, so I don't pay attention to cracking myself?" Connie thought in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but fell on the fish head on the plate and watched it for a while. Another shocked voice: "Why is this fish only fish head!"

"This dish is called a pepper head." McGonagall, this girl was amazed, it was really dumbfounding.

"Faucet, fish head..." Connie's gaze gradually became frightened. Looking at McGonagall, was he a love lover? Could it be that this man brought him back just to get her head?

Thinking of this, Connie’s expression glimpsed and cried on the spot. “You...you don’t want to kill me, my head is not good at all, and...and I won’t spray water, even if you put my head It’s useless in the kitchen..."