Chapter 1405： Even if I am dead, I will never...

"Connie, what's wrong with you? Don't you let me go back to the restaurant to get an apron? How do you sweat?" Mia handed the ice cream to a child and looked at the sweaty door. Connie asked a little strangely.

Elizabeth also looked at Connie strangely.

Connie said with anxiousness: "Do you know, the restaurant is gone, I walked along the square, I didn't find the restaurant at the end, I went back and forth many times, I didn't find it, I only saw a shop selling pots. Is our restaurant gone?"

"Is it gone?" The people were shocked to hear the words. Why did the good restaurant disappear? And the restaurant next door is a blacksmith shop, and there is no selling pot?

"Connie, you didn't go left after going out?" Barbara thought about it.

"Don't you go out and turn left?" Connie nodded for granted.

Everyone looked at Connie, and the expression gradually became complicated.

"Sorry, Connie, I should not give you such a task, which may be difficult for you." Ami Mia was a little sorry.

"It's hard to imagine how easy it is for you to go out to eat food." Barbara looked sorrowful.

"So, one meal a day, it really is the upper limit." Rena chuckled, and everyone showed a smile.

"Is the direction wrong again?" Connie tapped her finger and was a little blushing.

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"Or, eat durian pizza at noon today." McGonagall came out of the study and went downstairs. He said to himself, he learned the durian pizza last night. He hadn’t tasted it himself. I don’t know the taste of Amy. Whether they can accept it.

As for the official launch, McGonagall intends to delay the launch of a day or two, so how to introduce the taste of the food, you need to consider, is to set up a special area like stinky tofu, or completely open, is a problem that needs him to consider.

McGonagall just went downstairs, and Felice and Camilla arrived, because they are responsible for the preparation of ingredients, so they will always come earlier.

"Boss." Felice smiled and greeted Meg.

Camilla, however, glanced at McGonagall and went straight into the kitchen from his side.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He didn't know how to provoke the grandmother. Drinking was her own. She was drunk with Irina. I was also greeted by Irina. He was kind. She took her upstairs and laid a floor for her to sleep.

Such a good man, there is no place to look for it with a lantern?

"Boss, you are not getting into Camilla's sister." Felice looked at Camilla, who brushed the vegetables, and asked the whisper as she tied the apron.

"Maybe she is a little angry, eat more vegetables, help to reduce the fire." Meg smiled, the sound is not too big, just enough to let Camilla hear.

"This guy, I must have seen me graze yesterday!" Camilla's face rose a blush, and a cucumber was instantly cut into pieces.

McGonagall glanced at the miserable cucumber and immediately closed his mouth and turned his back to Camilla carefully passing by her side.

In the corner of the refrigerator, the durian has been served, the product is round and full, the color is golden, it is indeed a very good durian.

McGonagall opened the refrigerator door and a rich durian scent was released.

"What a strange smell?" Felice, who was about to start cutting vegetables, looked at the left and right with some doubts. The strange smell that suddenly appeared, went straight into the nose, and it smelled a bit pungent.

"Good smell!" Camilla grabbed her nose directly, her face was green, and she retreated toward the kitchen door, looking towards Meg, standing next to the refrigerator with a spiked, rounded thing in her hand. Something horrified: "What is in your hand!"

"Durian, a very expensive and delicious fruit." McGonagall said that for an evolved durian powder, he now smells this fragrance, it is not too good, the saliva can not help but secrete.

Camilla had been out of the kitchen, and after the smell was blocked, she released her nose, gasped and gasped, and looked at the strange durian in the hands of McGonagall.

As a noble vampire with strong cleanliness, it is absolutely intolerable for stench.

For example, stinky tofu, every time I smell the smell, it will give her a feeling of vomiting, so whenever McGonagall starts to make stinky tofu, she will leave the kitchen in advance.

Today, the smell of this durian is inconspicuous than the smell of stinky tofu, just sniffing a bit, it gives her a feeling of suffocation.

Although Felice did not exaggerate Camilla's reaction, she couldn't immediately accept the smell of durian from her hard-pressed expression and her gradually twisted expression.

After a period of time, she has already accepted the smell of stinky tofu, especially after personally tasting, the resistance to that smell has completely disappeared.

But is this fruit that smells the same as the nose, really as delicious as Meg said? This made her skeptical.

McGonagall had long expected the reaction of the two. It is conceivable that the guest's reaction after smelling this taste is a correct choice to treat this new product with care. If you like it or not, there will be extreme contrast.

"This is an important ingredient for making a new product, called durian. Let's eat this for lunch today." McGonagall smiled.

"Eat this?!" Camilla's eyes stunned. She felt that the situation was a little bad. She couldn't stand it if she smelled it. If she had to eat it, it would be better to kill her.

McGonagall glanced at Camilla, put the durian on the stove top and reached for a hand, and the durian shell was opened, revealing a full two-petaled durian.

The scent of durian is more and more intense, and the plump durian meat is just right.

"How do you want to eat this?" Felice has gotten used to this smell, and some curiously came forward to ask, she is quite interested in the new products that Meg said, because Meg will always have some wonderful things. The idea, but always makes an amazing taste.

McGonagall took a spoon and then dug a large spoonful of durian meat to Felice and smiled. "You can eat it directly."

"Directly eat?" Felice took the spoon with a dubious doubt, hesitating and wondering what to do.

"Sticky, yellow, and soft... This bad look and shape, and strange taste, can you really eat?" Camilla stood at the door and looked at Felice’s hand. The spoonful of durian meat, firmly thinking in my heart: "I am dead, and I will never eat this durian and any food related to durian!"