The chopsticks, oh no, the wand hit the exquisite dinner plate produced by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, making a crisp sound.
"Huh? Hiccup~~What's going on? Where's my big plate of cheese and bacon potato balls?!"
Elena, who suddenly had an empty sandwich, came back to her senses, looked at the plate in front of her with cheese, bacon and potato balls in confusion, and blinked.
Before I knew it, there were only three potato balls left on the plate.
She remembered that she clearly didn't eat much. If she recalled carefully, there were only three: the first one, the next one, the last one, the last one, the last one...
However, as an optimist, Elena has considerable experience in self-comfort and counseling.
After all, if you think about it from another angle, she is actually thinking about Grindelwald's health. You know, the calories in cheese are too high, and for the elderly, it only takes a taste once in a while.
Thinking of this, Elena, who was originally a little worried about eating secretly, suddenly felt more at ease, and the trace of guilt in her heart was instantly wiped away.
"It's just that, in this case, the shock value that the food itself can bring is somewhat insufficient."
Elena swallowed and relied on her strong will to move her eyes away from the three solitary potato balls on the plate. She frowned in distress and tapped the wand in her hand thoughtfully.
——Perhaps we should refer to some other techniques?
Sizzle...
While Elena was in a daze, a slight sizzling sound came from the direction of the fireplace in the room, and at the same time, a faint burnt smell floated into Elena's nose.
Hey, what's going on...
A bad premonition quietly flashed through her mind. Elena, who was in a daze, suddenly turned her head, looked over at the sound, and then let out a scream.
"Oh shit! My garlic bread is still toasting!"
"It's terrible, there are organ potatoes in the oven! It's time to take them out and spread them."
"Hey, it's so hot, so hot, so hot, the tongs... where are the tongs?"
"We still have to fry the cabbage. Forget it, if we don't wash it, we won't be able to see it anyway."
Following the girl's exclamations from time to time, there was another rush of people in the kitchen.
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A quarter of an hour later, the top of the tower of Nurmengard Castle.
"So, everything you said before is true?"
After a moment of silence, Gellert Grindelwald had a rather complicated expression on his face. He took a deep look at the white-haired dumpling in front of him, raised his voice slightly, patted the hardwood bed board with his palm, and repeated it again.
"It's unbelievable that this guy Albus actually transformed my previous room into a little girl's bedroom without saying a word?!"
On the only dilapidated wooden table in the room, several white and brand-new dinner plates were lined up. The food inside exuded an attractive aroma, which formed a sharp contrast with the burnt black potatoes that Grindelwald silently hid behind him.
Elena, who reappeared in Grindelwald's room, had already taken out a new set of clothes from her suitcase and put on them - from the Hogwarts-style black wizard robes to dark blue jeans paired with Hutch's.
How to mix and match the Patch Academy knitted sweater.
Faced with so many obvious changes, if Grindelwald still insists on thinking that Elena is a "prison cellmate" who has the same disease as him, then he may really be suffering from severe Alzheimer's disease.
Obviously, the little mixed-race Luoli in front of him, who ate the potatoes he had worked so hard to bake, actually had a much more nurturing living environment than Grindelwald imagined. His old friends almost took this little Luoli away.
Is the annoying little guy spoiled?
"Hey, Mr. Grindelwald, why don't you try my cooking?"
Elena glanced at the first-generation Dark Lord, who had a stinking face like constipation, and said cautiously that she had never thought before that the gap between rich and poor would have such a strong critical impact on an old man who was once at the top of the world.
You know, in order to prevent Grindelwald from being too embarrassed, when she served the dishes quietly, she suddenly cleared her throat at the door to remind herself that she had arrived.
So that the first-generation Dark Lord, who was still grinning and "rubbing" the potatoes with magic power at that time, could have enough time to adjust his emotions and hide the half-rubbed potatoes behind his back - well, of course, everything was done at the same time.
It was done in front of her. After all, the kind-hearted little fairy would not make any sound when walking.
"Not hungry."
Grindelwald's eyes calmly swept over the garlic bread, bacon organ potatoes, cheese bacon potato balls, and stir-fried cabbage that were placed in front of him. His throat rolled quietly and he said expressionlessly.
Gu~
At the same time, a sound like a frog croaking sounded in the quiet space. Grindelwald's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously covered his abdomen, with a trace of embarrassment and surprise flashing in his eyes...
Strange, he obviously didn't...
Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~
The strange sounds continue to echo, and are getting stronger and stronger.
"Is it fun?"
Grindelwald squinted his eyes, his cold gaze piercing the little girl in front of him who was making strange noises with her mouth bulging. His chest felt tight, and he could only feel a burst of anger rising up.
"I just think it would be more appropriate to have some essential background music at this time. You see, you are really hungry, otherwise you wouldn't cover your stomach right away."
Elena, who was imitating the sound of her stomach growling, stopped and stuck out her tongue. If that cute and playful look were in another place, she would be able to charm many hopeless luoli.
"you……"
Grindelwald took a deep breath, and he began to understand why Dumbledore would not even show his face, but cheated on both ends and ran away.
Gu——
At this moment, Grindelwald, who had not eaten yet, finally couldn't suppress his hunger, and his stomach let out an embarrassing growl.
"Look, look, I'm just saying..." Elena said triumphantly as the erected hair on top of her head swayed from side to side in excitement, while pushing the dinner plate on the table towards the old man.
"Shut up! Get out! I just like to eat potatoes baked with magic."
Grindelwald finally couldn't help it, and roared loudly in anger. If he hadn't considered that he might not be able to defeat this energetic little monster, he would have even wanted to beat him.
As he spoke, Grindelwald turned sideways without looking at the dishes on the table and the annoying white-haired dumpling. He took out the half-rubbed potatoes from behind and prepared to continue the process.
"It's not okay to be picky about food... Well, Mr. Grindelwald, how about I sing you a song to appetize you?"
Elena glanced at the old man who was making the final struggle, thought for a while, carefully exited the room, stood outside the threshold, tried hard to recall the famous "Ode to the Millennium Recipe" in her previous life, and slightly curved her mouth.
, and started singing in a clear voice.
"Baked potatoes, boiled potatoes, cheese bacon potatoes, mashed potatoes, French fries, and shredded potatoes. Fried chicken, lentil soup, Alaskan steamed cod, spaghetti with meat sauce, Vienna bacon steak..."
“Vinegar-braised beef, currywurst, charcoal-grilled steak, beef rolls, lasagna, and the Turkish kebab. Original chicken nuggets, turkey noodles, Hungarian soup, mousse, grilled sausage, plus roasted pork knuckle and
A tall glass of cold beer…”
"Stop! You win! You are simply the reincarnation of Satan!"
Grindelwald turned around abruptly. He could no longer suppress the hunger in his belly, and finally reluctantly chose to compromise amid the girl's singing.
Sure enough, music is the most effective way for human beings to communicate - Elena smiled with satisfaction and continued to sing beautiful songs unmoved...
(Click here to expand the lyrics of the original "Ode to the Millennium Recipe")
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As a friendly reminder, I strongly recommend that you read this chapter in the beautiful singing voice of Luo Tianyi's version of "Ode to Thousand Years of Recipes". Fat Chicken's every word count is correct.