So far, Salomon has met the novice village leader Coulson and the guide Tony Stark. If you count Matt Murdock, he feels like a Pokémon collector who aspires to become a champion.
The Pokémon training master went everywhere in the bushes to meet these future heroes. It’s just that Salomon clicked on the escape option. He didn’t want to cause trouble for himself. These people were indeed good enough and kind enough, but because of this, Salomon was
You will feel like you are out of tune with these street heroes.
What's more, Bayonetta and Jeanne are still waiting to eat the cake he made. This is much more important than many things.
Salomon took a quick shower after returning to the apartment, then put on his clothes and kitchen apron, and opened the materials he had just bought. Apart from meat and vegetables, he would give priority to using these sugars, eggs, fruits and cream to make desserts.
When Joan of Arc picked up Bayonetta who was in Athena's apartment after work (this is another matter), dinner had just been finished and the desserts in the refrigerator were cold and refreshing enough.
The secret mage first removes the plums from the purchased plum wine and cuts them into small pieces, then coats them with a thin layer of low-gluten starch, then separates the egg yolks and egg whites, adds room temperature softened butter and plum wine in batches, and stirs until
Emulsify and thicken. Then add sifted low-gluten flour and mix evenly with a whisk.
When operating the above steps, Salomon's hand did not touch any ingredients. The only thing in contact with his palm was the wand. This is the role of magic - the "ultra-small wishing technique" of the magic trick can help him stir quickly.
With good egg yolk paste and the subsequent mixture of egg whites and sugar, he can make satisfactory hard foaming meringue without the need for an electric egg beater. Salomon added the meringue to the egg yolk paste in three batches and stirred, adding
Cut the prunes into small pieces, pour them into the mold, tap out the bubbles, and bake them in a preheated oven at 180 degrees Celsius for twenty-five minutes.
He also made a non-alcoholic version of the strawberry chiffon cake. The plum wine chiffon cake is decorated with raisins on the outside, and the strawberry chiffon cake is decorated with cut strawberries. He plans to wait until after dinner time to finish it.
Take this cake to the orphanage and share it with the children.
The next dessert is red wine jelly, and the preparation is very simple. You only need to boil a pot of water, pour in the sugar and bring it to a boil. Add the soaked gelatine slices, some lemon juice and red wine, and simmer for one minute.
Finally, it was put into the mold. Salomon chose a large glass bowl and cast a spell to quickly cool the cooked red wine. However, he also placed a few cherries at the bottom of the bowl and used magic to keep the positions of the cherries.
These cherries look like they just jumped into the water.
Salomon was very satisfied with his work. It wasn't until the doorbell was rang that he picked up the watch on the dining table and took a look at the time - this was not Joan of Arc's off-duty time. He wiped the table and quickly cleaned it up.
After removing the scattered flour and egg liquid, he put the wand into his pocket, walked to the entrance and opened the door. He glanced outside, then closed the door expressionlessly, paying no attention to the people standing outside.
That person.
"Hey!" A black leather shoe blocked the door frame, preventing Salomon from closing the door. The secret mage pushed the door outward slightly, and then pulled hard. With a dull sound, a white stripe appeared on the bright black leather shoe.
The guy standing outside the door let out a cry of pain. "Do you hate guests so much?" he asked loudly, "I finally found your location with great difficulty, but I didn't expect you to be so
I’m not welcome!”
"I do not welcome all uninvited guests." Salomon's expression was still cold. He opened the door and looked at the guests outside, as if all the heat had been taken away, and only cold words were left, "Including you, Tony
·Stark.”
"Wow, this is unusual. This is the first time I'm not welcome." Stark leaned sideways and wanted to squeeze into the room, but Salomon had no intention of getting out of the way. "Is that okay?" he said.
Pretendingly, he pointed at the entrance with his finger, "Are you really not going to talk?"
Due to Tony Stark's height, the Mystic could look at him levelly. Salomon stared into Stark's eyes until his expression became awkward. After a while, he spoke: "Talk.
What?"
"Are you sure we want to talk here?" Tony Stark raised his eyebrows and pulled the corners of his mouth to both sides, looking a little disgusted. "Listen, kid." He said, "I don't know how you usually live.
What kind of life is it, but encountering aliens is really not suitable to be said in public. Ordinary people's lives have always been normal. The same goes for everything else."
"This is in front of my house, no one will come."
"But if we keep talking nonsense here, your old lady downstairs is going to come up with a broom. She looked like she hated me when I went upstairs, Happy can testify. Am I right?
"Besides, I can smell the dessert...I'd be happy to have some." Stark pulled back his feet and showed what he thought was a perfect smile.
"There can only be you." Salomon was also a little curious about the reason why Tony Stark came here. It was definitely not because of Asgard that he came to find him at this time. It had been almost a year since the arrival of Thor. He must have other reasons.
The purpose - of course, it cannot be ruled out that it may be because he has been refusing to answer calls from Tony Stark, which made this guy so irritable that he came to visit him.
"Also, remember to take off your shoes. I have provided slippers for the guests. They are absolutely not allowed to dirty my floor."
"OK, Happy, stay here. Okay, no need to pretend, you can go downstairs and buy some food. I will call you when I leave." Stark waved his hand and followed Salomon in.
After entering the entrance hall, he put on the prepared slippers after being reminded by the mystic mage, but his expression was always disgusting, as if he was not satisfied with the pink slippers.
When he walked into the living room, he was immediately attracted by the ingredients and kitchen utensils flying in the kitchen. He watched the kitchen knife float and cut the meat accurately. The vegetables shook their heads after washing themselves, and the shovel and
The pan cooked dinner by itself. In addition, he also saw the rag turning on the faucet by itself, the brush dancing with the dishwashing liquid, and the white foam overflowing the entire sink.
"Wow! This is really like a fairy tale." He sat down on the sofa facing the TV, "Is this the kind of life you usually live?"
Salomon did not answer, but took out a small glass bowl from the refrigerator, filled it with some red wine jelly, and placed it in front of Tony Stark along with a silver spoon. "I think what you should do now is answer
My question." The mystic mage waved his hand and drove him to the sofa on one side, where the guests should sit. He asked, "What brings you to me?"