Chapter 803: Beautiful and Kind-hearted Rin
Eric, who came from a military background, agreed with Vincent's point of view.
In his eyes, no matter where the politicians come from, they are only good at talking, and they have to shut up when faced with guns.
A stupid minister like Fudge, after opening Pandora's Gate, has to behave himself.
The father and son chatted casually, and soon they smelled a slightly pungent smell of peppercorns, followed by the rich aroma of bean paste.
Vincent glanced curiously at the kitchen, "Dad, it looks like the ladies are making rapid progress. This smells so good."
Eric closed his eyes and took a deep sniff. "Chinese food is so attractive. The smell alone makes me look forward to it."
Sichuan cuisine emphasizes numbing, spicy, fresh and fragrant flavors, with the emphasis on hundreds of dishes and hundreds of flavors.
With high expectations, Vincent sent Gugu to gather intelligence, and the news it brought back was beef and tofu.
If I'm not mistaken, they should be two classic Sichuan dishes, boiled beef and mapo tofu.
The father and son sat obediently at the dining table, and they didn’t have to wait long before Evelin walked out of the kitchen with a plate.
She put the boiled beef on the table, and when she turned back, she caught a glimpse of Eric's hand reaching out to her from the corner of her eye.
She coughed slightly.
Eric quickly pulled his hand back, "Honey, I'm..."
"Don't explain. Come in and prepare the tableware."
Vincent shook his head and sighed at his old father's back.
The sorrow of middle-aged men.
He followed her into the kitchen and approached Hermione who was still busy.
"Not okay yet?"
She stopped stirring with the spatula and spoon, "It's almost done."
Vincent looked at the sweet and sour pork ribs in the pot.
It has been stir-fried until it turns caramel color, and it looks like it will be delicious.
Hermione picked up a piece of pork chop with chopsticks and handed it to his eager mouth, "Here, be careful, it's hot."
Under the resentful look of Eric who was holding the cutlery, Vincent opened his mouth and ate the ribs in one bite.
"what about the taste?"
“I think it’s really delicious.”
Hermione turned off the stove and helped him plate the sweet and sour pork.
Lin Yin on the side rolled her eyes.
Although she was prepared, the sudden dog food still made her feel uncomfortable.
This cooking teacher is...but who can blame her for being beautiful and kind-hearted.
The Wayne family's dining table is particularly strange today.
On the left is a sweet young couple, and on the right is an old couple who are freezing cold.
Rinyin, being caught in the middle, felt particularly uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Eric quickly coaxed Evelyn into calming down, but this made things even more uncomfortable.
She glanced to her left.
You don't use your hands properly, do you? It's just a home-cooked meal, is there any need to feed each other?
She looked to the right again.
You have been married for more than ten years, how come the love words you say are still so corny?
Dating? Marriage?
You can be fine alone!
Linyin picked up a big bowl full of food for herself and started eating happily.
"Burp——" Maybe because she was too full, she burped a little inappropriately.
She looked carefully to the left and right and found that they were not paying attention to her.
Turn grief and anger into appetite, I must eat as much as I want today!
After lunch, Linyin sat on the sofa with her slightly bulging belly in her arms.
Eric and Evelyn were clearing the table while Vincent and Hermione sat across from her making tea.
The elegant scent of jasmine gently drifted into her nostrils.
We have to admit that the British really love drinking tea.
Hermione brought the freshly brewed jasmine tea to her, "Rinyin, thank you so much for today. Please take care of me in the future."
Linyin picked up the teacup, “No, it’s you and Aunt Evelin who learn quickly, and I can’t actually help you much.”
This is true. Hermione learns very quickly, probably because she laid a good foundation in the previous Chinese cooking class.
Vincent took a sip of the jasmine black tea, which had a blend of floral and tea flavors.
"By the way, Rinyin, I want to tell you something."
He shared his plans to broadcast the Quidditch World Cup.
Linyin frowned the whole time, and only smiled when she finished listening.
Although she could not understand the importance of the magic communicator, the fact that it could be upgraded in functionality by adding related alchemical components at a later stage was already advanced enough.
No matter how imaginative the Alchemy Society is, at most it can only borrow from Muggle technology.
When magic communicators gradually integrate all functions, magic base stations are indeed less important.
Linyin looked serious, "We just need to obtain the exclusive operating rights of mobile communications, right?"
"Yes, I will open the interface of the magic base station, but if you want to get a piece of this pie, you must use the alchemical components we produce."
It's a complete conspiracy, and one that no one can refuse.
It doesn’t matter if you earn less, the most important thing is to control the future.
The two were still discussing some of the details when Eric and Evelyn came out of the kitchen.
Asia is really too big. I don’t know how much time it will take to conquer that big country in the East alone. The average brain circuits of the people in that big country in the subcontinent are not normal.
Vincent winked at Rinne, "I have a way to deal with one of them."
"any solution?"
Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, he mysteriously reached out to the stairs and caught the flying mithril suitcase.
When he took out the first item from it, several people couldn't help but exclaim.
Blue and white porcelain, and the same one as in the British Museum.
Hermione snapped back to reality.
When they were hunting down Peter Pettigrew, they accidentally destroyed several of the collections inside.
Now it seems that those artifacts should have been replaced in advance by Vincent through the time-turner, and what the Ministry of Magic restored were just fakes made by his Transfiguration.
Vincent put the blue and white porcelain back into the suitcase. "The wizards of that great country have very close relations with the Muggle government. The cultural relics inside are our sincerity. We should be able to discuss cooperation smoothly."
Linyin's breathing quickened, "Where on earth did you get these things from?"
"The British Museum."
Except for Hermione, both the Waynes and she couldn't help but gasp.
All the collections there are the pride of Britain, although they also represent the ugly and barbaric side of humanity.
Not only did Vincent dare to secretly switch the items, he even dared to cooperate by returning them.
This is really too courageous.
Linyin's hands were shaking, and she drank a sip of jasmine tea to calm herself down. "Okay, I'll leave the Indian side to my father, so we should be able to make it in time for the qualifiers."
The big country in the subcontinent doesn't have a very good reputation. It is said that even the wizards are like monkeys in heat. However, compared with male Muggles, they are much better.
Girls are really not suitable to go to such places, even though she can knock down a dozen of them with ease.
We have almost finished talking about the matter, and it’s time for Linyin to go back.
Before she left, Vincent said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have disturbed your travel arrangements."
Rinyin rolled her eyes at him, "Sorry for bothering me from the beginning, alright."
If chance encounters count, then yes.
Vincent and Hermione at the door watched her angrily get into the car with a smile.
Accompanied by a fierce engine roar, the burgundy GT-R disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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