Chapter 16: Can't swallow
Ollivander came back with a metal shopping cart. There were three thick oil paper bags stacked on the cart, a pile of large and small square thick paper boxes, and a wooden food box on the top.
Entering the store, seeing a customer there, Ollivander immediately began to greet him enthusiastically.
"Look at who this is." Ollivander smiled to the man in a decent gentleman's outfit: "Mr. Palmston, Applewood, unicorn tail feathers. How about? Is the wand as usual? Are you in harmony?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Palmston stretched out his hand to take off the gentleman's hat, and acted to salute Ollivander gently, while laughing softly: "It's not a compliment, I think Olivier Mr. Van der is probably the best in the world of magic in helping people choose wands."
"Hahaha, I dare not admit it."
Ollivander was obviously very happy. This was the first time that Cowen would smile so heartily when he saw Ollivander.
"Oh, and Mrs. Palmston." Ollivander turned to the lady and smiled likewise: "Cedar wood, unicorn tail feathers. I haven't seen it for so long, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with your wand. "
"Yes." Mrs. Palmston gave an aristocratic ceremony: "I still remember that when I got the wand from you, you taught me about the care of the wand."
"It should be, it should be haha." Ollivander waved his hand with a smile, and then looked at the child of the family of three.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The child reluctantly put away the anticipation and excitement on his face, and made an aristocratic salute: "I hope I can get a wand that suits me best from you."
"Of course! Of course!" Ollivander nodded frequently and smiled softly: "I will definitely choose the most suitable one for you."
After speaking, Ollivander said to the couple again: "Later, I will arrange this child."
"This is the one in the newspaper..." Mr. Palmston looked at Cowen, his tone of voice deliberate.
"That's right, but the newspapers are always a bit offensive." Ollivander responded, and then greeted Cowen: "Come on, get to know Mr. Palmston."
"Oh oh!" Cowen finally stopped pretending to be transparent, and quickly straightened up with a certain expression, then bowed slightly and said: "Hello Mr. Palmston, Mrs. Palmston, I am Cowen. Wen, Covin Quinn."
"You too, Mr. Quinn." The Palmstons responded softly in unison.
"Hello." Little Palmston suddenly intervened, staring at Cowen curiously and asked, "Are you also a freshman this year?"
"I..." Kewen knew that he should be acting stupid at this time, so he acted like he didn't know how to answer.
"Yes."
Sure enough, Ollivander saw this and took the question: "Kewen is also a freshman this year, maybe you will be together in the same college for seven years in the future."
Little Palmston nodded excitedly when he heard the words, and looked at Cowen with anticipation: "Great, just call me James in the future, can I call you Cowen?"
"Of course! Of course!" Kewen still nodded cautiously, but his eyes deliberately revealed an expression of expectation that could not be concealed.
"Well everyone, let me choose a wand for Mr. Palmston Jr." Ollivander interjected, and then looked at Cowen: "You can't help here for the time being, so you go and eat some. Something."
Ollivander raised his hand, took down the wooden food box at the top of the shopping cart, handed it to Cowen and pointed to the innermost store: "Go down the corridor to the innermost. The restaurant is behind the black door. Go eat some food first. thing."
"Good, good Mr. Ollivander." Cowen took the food box kindly, turned and walked inside the shop.
But just after two steps, he stopped, turned around and said to the family of three cautiously: "Um, sorry, I'm not accompanied."
"What a polite child." Mrs. Palmston said softly: "Go ahead and leave us alone. I hope you can get along well with our little James when you are in the college in the future."
"I will." Cowen answered, looked at little James again, raised his mouth and showed a smile, and then quickly walked to the restaurant...
ignored the situation in the shop, Kewen quickly walked to the innermost part of the magic wand shop, opened the door and entered the restaurant.
glanced at the general layout of the restaurant, Kewen closed the door, quickly came to the table, pulled the high chair and sat on it.
He is really hungry. Basically, he felt very hungry when he woke up from the hospital, but he was inconvenient to bring it up. Fortunately, he reflexively responded with a'cultural word' before finally reminding Ollivander. .
Not much to say, Kewen opened the food box and took out the two sandwiches, one French fries, one fried fish, and one apple inside.
"So few..." Kewen whispered: "It's all junk food..."
Looking at the British staple food before him, Kewen really had a headache. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com felt a little sorry for his identity as a big food empire.
You know, when he was a big food empire, even the aliens wanted to taste it...
No way, eat.
Grabbing the sandwich, Kewen took a bite and chewed it twice. A sour and greasy taste exploded, making Kewen's expression a little distorted.
Looking left and right, Kewen jumped off the dining chair, and before walking quickly to the pool, he picked up the cup and took a large glass of cold water, and smoothed the food from his mouth to his stomach with a few mouthfuls.
relieved as if saved, then looked back at the food on the table, sighed helplessly, and filled a large glass of water again.
Back at the dinner table, Kewen made an expression of righteousness. After a little preparation, he picked up the sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.
In less than two minutes, all food except apples was eaten up by Cowen as if he was swallowing dates. Then he raised the cup and flushed all the food accumulated in the esophagus into the stomach with cold water.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Jumped off the high dining chair, Cowen stood on the ground, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes slightly.
There was an inaudible ‘grumbling’ sound, and Cowen’s stomach and abdomen, which were slightly raised by water and food, gradually flattened back.
Opened his eyes, Kewen controlled the peristalsis of his stomach and exhaled ‘hiccup’.
fanned the air with his hand, leaned in front of his nose to smell it, and nodded in satisfaction.
"There is no strange smell, don't worry about the disgusting after hiccups." Kewen whispered softly: "Fortunately, the exercises Dad got back are reliable."
sat back on the chair again, picked up the only remaining apple, and slowly enjoyed it with a ‘click’...
