socalfunplaces Chapter 192
Chapter 192
"Okay, then we won't be polite!"
The ladies couldn't hide their excitement, their eyes were full of anticipation, and their mouths were filled with uncontrollable smiles.
"They are all so fragrant, the taste must not be bad!"
Someone said, while impatiently holding out the knife and fork in her hand.
Under the service of the maid, the ladies tasted the food one after another.
Beside Mrs. Lestaya's seat, the maid who served her gracefully held the knife and fork.
The maid carefully selected the food and carefully handled the shell food that needed to be handled.
Mrs. Lestaya looked at her daughter Kashina with dissatisfaction, as if she had some complaints about her character.
The still charming woman casually picked up a piece of meat covered with sauce with a fork and put it into her mouth carelessly chewing.
However, the next moment, Mrs. Lestaya's eyes suddenly lit up, and her expression became very surprised.
For some reason, she suddenly understood why her daughter was so fascinated by these foods.
The wonderful taste intoxicated her, as if opening a door to a new world.
Almost all the noble ladies of Demacia were intoxicated after tasting Jincheng's food.
Compared with the tempting aroma, the taste of the food in the mouth is the real enjoyment, which makes people unable to stop.
Some of them even became blurred, as if they were in a dream world, enjoying this incomparable delicacy.
When they looked at the food again, in their minds, the food was full of imaginary golden light.
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"Walk slowly~"
At the gate of Laurent's mansion, Jincheng smiled and waved goodbye to everyone.
Because of his superb cooking skills and approachable good temper, Jincheng successfully evolved into a friend of women and won everyone's love and welcome.
Almost everyone surrounded Jincheng, asking him about the secret of the delicious food.
Some people actually speculated whether he used magic to cook these foods.
Despite the doubts in their hearts, they did not show them in front of Jincheng.
When the last guest left and it was getting dark, Liz's face was still full of smiles.
However, until the man disappeared from sight, Mrs. Liz suddenly put away her smile and called Fiona and Jincheng together with a serious look.
After repeated instructions, she asked everyone around to leave until only the three of them were left in the room.
Liz's eyes were full of seriousness and doubts. She stared at Jincheng and asked:
"Little Jincheng, how did you do it? How is it possible? This smell..."
Even Mrs. Liz, who was well-informed and powerful, began to doubt at this moment.
There was a hint of aftertaste in her voice. The attraction of that smell was too exaggerated.
Mrs. Liz frowned, her expression was very serious, and she repeatedly emphasized to the two that they must be honest with themselves.
Her eyes revealed a kind of firmness and earnestness, and she asked:
"Xiao Jincheng! Tell me honestly, did you use magic to make these foods?"
Jincheng was slightly stunned when he heard this.
His mind flashed the amazing taste of the food when he tasted it at noon, and his surprised look at that time.
He realized that for Mrs. Liz and others who had only tasted a few simple flavors, the deliciousness of these foods was indeed incredible.
But before Jincheng could speak, Fiona, who looked confused, walked anxiously in front of Mrs. Liz.
Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, as if she was afraid that Mrs. Liz would do something to Jincheng.
"Mom, what are you talking about? How could Jincheng know magic?
It's just that the food is a little bit better! What's the fuss about it?"
Fiona's voice was a little impatient, and a dissatisfied look appeared on her fair face.
"Fiona, you also ate these foods. Do you really think that this is just a little bit more delicious?
Don't worry, even if Jincheng is infected with the devil, I won't do anything."
Mrs. Liz asked back with a smile, her eyes flashing with wisdom and kindness.
Fiona couldn't help but be stunned, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.
Fiona stared at her mother in a daze, her eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and she couldn't find the right words to respond for a while.
Her mother's words made her fall into deep thought.
Seeing this, Jincheng walked forward without hesitation, he stretched out his warm hand and gently held Fiona's hand.
This action was so natural, as if they had done this countless times.
Fiona's reaction was also subconscious, she skillfully held Jincheng's hand with her backhand, interlocking their fingers.
At this moment, Fiona squeezed Jincheng's hand again and looked at Liz, as if to strengthen her position
Perhaps it was because of the constant interlocking of fingers that Fiona had formed a habit.
Jincheng's expression was solemn, and his voice was firm and confident. He explained to Fiona's mother:
"Mother-in-law, this is not magic, it is just the clever use of a variety of spices.
These spices come from the northernmost part of Freljord, a mysterious place covered with ice and snow.
Legend has it that the Frostwatch tribe, where the thousand-year-old witch Lissandra lives, has found a way to make these spices."
Even when Jincheng lies, he can't help but feel a little guilty.
However, Jincheng knows that lies do not hurt people, but revealing the truth makes everyone distressed. .
Every night, Jincheng will silently face the vague portrait of the veiled lady, quietly guide, and silently repent of his words and deeds.
He knew that his lies might bring some consequences.
But he firmly believed that the forgiving Lady of the Veil would forgive him, a loyal believer.
"Mom! I believe in Jincheng!" The more proud a woman is, the more determined she is after making a choice.
Obviously, Fiona is this type. When there is no way out, the woman chooses the man who supports her without hesitation.
"..." Liz didn't say anything, just looked at Jincheng.
Tsk, the northernmost tribe of Freljord made spices... Why didn't she believe it?
The Countess's half-smile expression seemed to point at Jincheng.
"Mom! What else do you want to do?" Instead, Fiona, who was straightforward, was pointed at by her mother's expression.
The woman asked loudly in a state of collapse:
"Jincheng, my husband! He is already a Laurent!
As your daughter, the family raised me and taught me everything.
It can be said that everything I am proud of now was given by the family!
How could I not know how much military merits the King rewarded my father for?
Therefore, for the benefit of the family, even if the family asked me to marry someone I just met, I agreed!
I have already made such a concession.
But... why do you still force him when things have come to this point!
If he said no, then no, he has nothing to do with magic..."
Fiona's roar was deafening, and her eyes were full of anger.