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Chapter 177 I'll kill you without poisoning! (Seeking a monthly ticket~)

The next morning.

Just after dawn, Grindelwald was awakened by a small noise coming from the open kitchen.

In front of the workbench of the open kitchen not far away, the silver-haired little Luoli, who had woken up at some point, was humming a weird melody softly while cooking the ingredients at hand, and on the stove next to little Luoli

, the gurgling iron pot exuded a strange aroma that Grindelwald had never smelled before.

"Hmm? Are you awake? Go wash your face and mouth first, and tidy yourself up...Breakfast will be ready later."

As if she heard the movement behind her, Elena turned around and glanced at Grindelwald. She casually pointed to the bathroom next to her with her right hand and spoke in an unusually skillful tone, similar to coaxing a child.

"..."

Grindelwald glanced at the thick-backed kitchen knife with a cold light in the girl's right hand, and the remaining sleepiness instantly woke up more than half - when he woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw was a bright kitchen knife, which was more coffee and tea than anything else.

It works much better.

In fact, since seeing the layout in the open kitchen yesterday, Grindelwald has been wondering why Dumbledore wanted to equip this cruel little guy with such a complete set when the ingredient box only contained potatoes, cabbage, and bacon slices.

Set of knives.

As for Elena's so-called lies that she brought from home, Grindelwald didn't believe a word of them.

Not to mention why a child living in an orphanage in the Scottish Highlands owns a set of knives from Germany. It’s not like Grindelwald has never attended a magic school. Whether it is Durmstrang or Hogwarts, where is the first grader?

Why would a wizard go to school with a knife?!

"Hey, don't be in a daze. I'm almost done here!" came Elena's voice.

"Why bother, you annoying little guy." Grindelwald yawned, thinking about things, turned around and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

There is no doubt that he should have realized that the whole thing had been exuding a particularly familiar atmosphere of conspiracy from the beginning - in this case, then on the day Elena left, maybe he should consider whether to give the girl some

Special gifts to bring to Hogwarts.

About a quarter of an hour later, at the dining table in the living room.

"So, what is this..."

Gellert Grindelwald frowned, picked up a spoon and stirred it in the bowl in front of him, with a tone of disgust that couldn't be more obvious.

What was placed in front of him was a bowl of unusually suspicious mushy soup. Unidentified food fragments floated in the rather viscous reddish-brown soup. Along with the rising heat, there was a pungent smell.

The smell kept flowing into Grindelwald's nostrils.

If it weren't for the little luoli opposite who was holding a bowl and eating happily, Grindelwald almost thought that Elena had gotten up early to brew a pot of potion. After all, this unknown object looked so similar.

It is a magical potion brewed by a legendary ancient witch.

"Hu spicy soup, give it a try. Although it's not too authentic, the taste won't be too different."

Elena stuck out her little tongue and licked the soup at the corner of her mouth, raised her reddish face, burped contentedly, shrugged her shoulders and replied with her eyes squinted comfortably.

Hu spicy soup can be regarded as one of the most iconic breakfast configurations in the foodie empire. It is characterized by rich soup flavor, beautiful color, thick soup, spicy and delicious, soothing the liver and spleen, appetizing and digesting.

, the effect of dispelling cold and replenishing qi.

In the cool morning of Nurmengard, a bowl of steaming hot spicy soup is the perfect way to start the day.

“Hula Tang?”

Grindelwald imitated Elena's pronunciation and repeated it, subconsciously pushing the bowl in front of him a little further. The name sounded more like the name of some strange potion than the name of a dish.

"Yes, spicy soup, huh?!"

Elena blinked her eyes and looked at Grandpa Grindelwald with a question mark on his face. She was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly made up for it, and a cold sweat broke out behind her back.

"I named it casually. To be precise, it should be... Soup with pepper (pepper soup)?"

Elena secretly stuck out her tongue, oh, she accidentally let it slip.

She was so tired yesterday that she was still a little confused now, and the excitement of successfully making spicy soup in a foreign country made Elena unconsciously relax her vigilance.

Glancing casually at the confused Gellert Grindelwald, the white-haired dumpling looked around, a flash of alertness flashing in his eyes. Barren mountains and ridges, a land outside the law, why not...

No, no!

Elena shook her head vigorously to put away the dangerous thoughts in her mind. She didn't know why, but since she cast the "ur" magic spell yesterday, she always felt that her mood today was vaguely restless and unstable.

"Pepper soup?"

Grindelwald, who didn't realize that he had just walked away from the edge of danger, flapped his nose and raised his eyebrows suspiciously. After Elena's prompting, this time he could vaguely distinguish the smell of pepper in it, and his expression changed slightly.

It should look better - at least it won't be some dangerous potion.

"This is a very common breakfast. The number of people who eat it every morning in the non-magical world is twice as many as the entire population of the United Kingdom."

If she hadn't considered that she almost got into a big trouble yesterday, she wouldn't have gotten up early in the morning and hurriedly made a special breakfast for this cold-faced old man who didn't know what he was talking about.

You know, although the spicy soup that has conquered almost the entire HN province is the most common traditional soup in the northern breakfast empire of big foodies, it is still quite cumbersome and complicated if anyone cooks it manually from scratch.

Although spicy soup is a type of breakfast, it is not as simple and crude as most fried or steamed foods - to be precise, there are not many famous soups in the foodie empire that are simple.

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If you follow the most authentic cooking method of spicy spicy soup, the preparation process alone will take almost half a day.

The raw materials involved range from ginger, pepper, star anise, cinnamon and other spices, to cooked mutton, cooked beef, gluten, vermicelli, day lily, peanuts, fungus and other ingredients. The total number of ingredients is at least ten kinds, and some

Time-honored brands with a long heritage may even involve thirty to forty spice ratios.

In order to put together this low-end version of spicy spicy soup recipe, Elena spent a lot of thought.

Looking at the first-generation Dark Lord who still had a solemn expression in front of her, as if Elena had prepared a bowl of poison to murder him, Elena spread her hands and added angrily.

"Don't worry, if I want to harm you, I don't need to poison you."

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Gu~Chapter 1~I feel hungry when I write an article~~

Food writers are so pitiful~ I don’t want to gain weight, woohoo~


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