Chapter 179 Unwelcome Guests (First update!)

So far, Salomon has met the village chief Coulson and the guide Tony Stark, and if you count Matt Murdock, he feels like a Pokémon collector and aspiring champion Pokémon training masters, drill around in the grass and meet these future heroes. It's just that Salomon ordered the escape option. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself. These people are indeed good enough and kind enough, but because of this, Salomon feels that he is incompatible with these street heroes.

What's more, Bayonetta and Jeanne are still waiting to eat his cake. This is much more important than many things.

Returning to the apartment, Salomon took a quick shower, put on his clothes and kitchen apron, and unwrapped the materials he had just bought. In addition to meat and vegetables, he will give priority to using these sugar, eggs, fruits and cream to make desserts, and wait until Joan of Arc is off work to pick up Beunita who is in Athena's apartment (this is another matter), then At that time, dinner was just finished, and the desserts in the refrigerator were cold and refreshing enough.

The mystic 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 butter and plum wine softened at room temperature, and stirs until Emulsified and viscous. Then add the sifted low-gluten flour and mix well with an egg beater.

When performing the above steps, Salomon's hands did not touch any ingredients, only the wand was in contact with his palm, this is the role of magic - the "super small wishing technique" of magic tricks can help him quickly stir A good egg yolk paste and then a mixture of egg whites and granulated sugar, he does not need an electric egg beater to make a satisfactory stiff whipped meringue. Salomon added the meringue to the egg yolk paste three times and stirred it. During the stirring process, he added the prunes cut into small pieces, and finally poured it into the mold, beat out the air bubbles, and put it in a preheated oven at 180 degrees Celsius. Bake for twenty-five minutes.

He also makes a non-alcoholic version of the Strawberry Chiffon Cake with a plum wine chiffon cake topped with raisins and a Strawberry Chiffon Cake topped with sliced ​​strawberries. He planned to take the cake to the orphanage after dinner time and share it with the children.

The next dessert is red wine jelly, which is also very simple. You only need to boil a pot of water, pour white sugar into it and boil it, add soaked gelatin slices, some lemon juice and red wine, cook for a minute on low heat, and finally put it into the mold. Salomon chose a A large glass bowl, and cast a spell to cool the boiled red wine quickly. It's just that he also put a few cherries in the bottom of the bowl, and kept them in place with magic, making them look like they just jumped into the water.

Salomon was very satisfied with his work. He didn't pick up the watch on the dining table to check the time until the doorbell was rang—this was not Joan's off-duty time. He wiped the tabletop, quickly cleaned up the scattered flour and egg liquid, put the wand into his pocket, walked to the entrance and opened the door. He glanced out, then closed the door expressionlessly, ignoring the person standing outside the door.

"Hey!" A black leather shoe blocked the door frame, making it impossible for Salomon to close the door. The mystic pushed the door slightly, and then pulled it hard. With a dull sound, a white scratch appeared on the bright black leather shoes, and the guy standing outside the door let out a cry of pain. "Do you hate guests so much?" He asked loudly, "I found out your location with great difficulty, but I didn't expect you to be so unwelcome to me!"

"I don't welcome all uninvited guests." Salomon's expression remained indifferent. He opened the door and looked at the guests outside, as if all the heat had been taken away, leaving only cold words, "Including you, Tony Stark."

"Wow, that's quite unusual. This is the first time I've been unwelcome." Stark turned sideways and wanted to squeeze into the room, but Salomon didn't show any intention of getting out of the way. "Can you?" He pretended to point to the entrance with his finger, "Don't you really want to talk?"

Due to Tony Stark's height, the mystic can look him straight. Salomon stared into Stark's eyes until his expression became awkward. After a while, he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you sure we want to talk here?" Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, pulling the corners of his mouth to the sides, with a look of disgust. "Listen, kid," he said, "I don't know what kind of life you usually lead, but it's really not appropriate to talk about encountering aliens in public. Ordinary people's lives have always been Normal. Same for everything else."

"This is in front of my house, no one will come."

"But if we keep blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Happy?"

"That's right." Stark's fat bodyguard nodded desperately behind him.

"Besides, I can smell the dessert... I'd be happy to have a serving." Stark withdrew his feet, showing a smile that he thought was perfect.

"You are the only one." Salomon was also a little curious about why Tony Stark came here. It was definitely not because of Asgard that he came here at this time. It has been almost a year since Thor came. He must have other reasons. Purpose - Of course, it is not ruled out that it may be because he has been refusing to answer calls from Tony Stark, making this guy too irritable to come to his door.

"Also, remember to take off your shoes, I have prepared slippers for the guests, absolutely don't step on my floor."

"OK, Happy, you stay here. Well, don't pretend, you can go downstairs to buy something to eat, and I will call you when I am leaving." Stark waved his hand, followed Salomon into the porch. After being reminded by the mystic, he changed into the prepared slippers, but his expression was always disgusted, as if he was very dissatisfied with the pair of pink slippers.

When he walked into the living room, he was immediately attracted by the constantly flying ingredients and kitchen utensils in the kitchen. He watched the kitchen knife float up to cut the meat with precision, and the vegetables shook their heads after washing themselves. The shovel and The pan cooks its own dinner. In addition, he also saw that the rag would turn on the tap by itself, the brush danced with the dish soap, and the white foam filled 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 some red wine jelly, and placed it in front of Tony Stark together with a small silver spoon. "I think what you should do now is to answer my question." The mystic waved his hand and drove him to the sofa on the side, which is where the guests should sit. He asked, "What did you come to see me for?"

"There are a lot. Well, did you make this? Or did you make it by magic, and I actually ate maggots? I didn't expect the taste to be so good." Stark readily accepted Salomon's impatience, and he ate After a few sips of red wine jelly dessert, he seemed to casually comment on the furnishings in the living room, as if he didn't hear Salomon's question.

"The carpet at the door is nice, where did you buy it?"

"I woven..." The welcome carpet was indeed woven by Salomon. If someone who is not allowed to enter through the entrance, the carpet will be activated, wrapping the uninvited guest until he suffocates or dies. Internal bleeding due to broken ribs.

"You are quite versatile. Do you usually cook?"

"Yes."

"Where's your girlfriend? Although it's not listed in the S.H.I.E.L.D. documents, I know you have a very charming girlfriend."

"none of your business."

"This fat cat..."

"Meow!" The Cheshire Cat quickly jumped onto the sofa and slapped Stark. Stark touched his cheek that was patted by the cat with a strange expression, "Okay, I won't talk about you. Listen, little wizard at Hogwarts, I know you hate people disturbing your life... ..."

"That's right!" Salomon nodded, "So you can leave after tasting the dessert. Also, I don't like being nicknamed."

Stark's upper and lower teeth touched and looked aside, the atmosphere became a little awkward. He couldn't believe that Salomon would issue the order to evict the guest so quickly, but he still had the cheek to explain his purpose. "I'm a little curious about what you are doing at Eton College." He put down the small glass bowl, turned sideways, and looked at Salomon again, "You didn't have any scientific inventions after you entered school, you shouldn't waste it in that noble school time."

"Magic is my main business, and magic is also a science, which requires precise calculations and..." Salomon retorted as usual, and then he saw the flickering light in Stark's eyes. "No," he said, "don't even think about it. Otherwise, when your bodyguard comes here, you will only see a pig in clothes."

"Do you still curse?"

"That's not a curse, it's Transfiguration!"

"Ok, Ok, don't get excited. I came to you for many purposes, but one of them is to ask you one thing." Tony Stark quickly raised his hands, signaling Salomon to be more patient, "I I want to ask you one thing, just one thing."

"What?"

"Have you ever heard of... the Cosmic Rubik's Cube?"

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