A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"cheers!"

The team members gathered around the table and clinked their mugs, which contained hot cocoa with milk.

After all, Field had just recovered from his injury. He was still wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown and could not drink water or sparkling drinks.

The dishes on the table are very rich, including smooth tomato scrambled eggs, lean meat stir-fried broccoli, pink sweet and sour pork loin, attractively colored braised pork, and two large plates, which are exuding the charming aroma of meat. Chicken stewed with mushrooms and beef brisket stewed with tomatoes and potatoes. In order to cater to the tastes of several foreigners, many of them are sweet dishes.

There was a lot of food, and Reese had no experience in grocery shopping, so there were a lot of ingredients. Levi couldn't bear to waste it and made a big pot of stew.

So even if a lot of it was given to the patients just now, it would still be enough for several people.

They swallowed and made a distinct gurgle. Field took the lead in scooping a spoonful of beef brisket stewed with potatoes and put it into his mouth.

Potatoes and beef stewed until soft are mixed together, filling the mouth. The muscle fibers are connected with delicate fat, which can be easily separated by teeth. The tomatoes have completely melted in the soup, providing a light sour and sweet taste. .

"Okay, delicious." Field covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes because of the burn.

She turned her head to find a suitable adjective to describe the taste, but in the end she couldn't think of it and could only give a thumbs up.

"too delicious!"

Martha couldn't wait to pick up a piece of braised pork with a fork. The fat of the meat had been completely stir-fried, leaving only the soft fat, and the thick gravy hanging on it, with a salty and sweet taste, instantly filled her mouth. detonated.

"Uh-huh!" she praised vaguely.

"You can try pouring the tomato and potato stewed beef brisket soup on the rice. This is the correct way to eat it." Levi took a spoonful of the stew as a demonstration, and the attractive tomato and beef brisket soup flowed along the rice. Slipping in through the cracks, it's like a layer of magic is attached to it.

He picked up his chopsticks after a long time, took a bite of his handiwork, and nodded slightly. In fact, the taste was still different from what he had eaten in his previous life. This may be because there was no MSG. After all, there were many familiar dishes in this era. Seasonings haven’t even been invented yet.

But then, he suddenly raised his head inexplicably and looked at his friends who were enjoying their meal around him.

Well, maybe the cook has changed.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable sourness arose. He took two mouthfuls of rice, and the satisfying salty-sweet taste flowed down his esophagus, temporarily suppressing the emotions in his heart.

"Ahem, let's try the chicken stewed with mushrooms." Levi changed the topic and stretched his spoon towards the chicken stewed with mushrooms.

The chicken and mushrooms were beautifully burnt brown and quietly soaked in half of the soup. Levi doesn't like to eat shiitake mushrooms, so the material is changed to mushrooms with a stronger mushroom flavor. The tenderness of the chicken and the aroma of the mushrooms blend together, and the taste is pure salty and fresh. He feels that this is more suitable than the sweet tomato and potato stewed beef brisket. own taste.

He then tasted all the dishes on the table, and was satisfied that they tasted pretty good. Of course, the most perfect one is the tomato scrambled eggs. This dish is perfect no matter how it is cooked.

"I will never hate broccoli again," Reese lamented.

People in Phoenix have always only boiled broccoli and added salad dressing. It was not until today that Reese saw such a magical cooking method of stir-frying lean meat for the first time. The green head of the broccoli soaked up the soup. It immediately broke his stereotype of broccoli being bland and tasteless.

"This is the legendary national talent, right?" Cruise awkwardly picked up a piece of tomato scrambled eggs and said, "No matter how much you hate the Seris people, you have to admit that their talent in cooking is better than that of the Ionians. A demi-human or a Baroque is ten times stronger."

"What a genius. How did you guys think of putting tomatoes and eggs together? The combination of these two ingredients is simply the Adam and Eve of the food world..."

"Envy." Field turned his head and said with gleaming eyes, "Can you also teach me how to cook?"

"You? Forget it." Reese shook his head.

"What?" Field gritted his teeth, "Why do you, a Hampton man, have such a big opinion against you?"

"That's not entirely the reason." Reese said, "Have you not seen how Levi cooks in the kitchen? Add a little salt, a little sugar, a little soy sauce... He relies entirely on his talent. Even I don’t know what he added.”

"No, that's just in spoken language. We won't be so casual when we actually teach." Levi looked over and shook his head.

"Then what do you say?" Field asked curiously.

"Hmm... let me think about it."

Levi thought about it for a moment. It seemed that he really didn't know how much of each seasoning to put in. In his memory, he just pinched a handful, poured it in a circle, and grabbed a handful.

"Each seasoning...appropriate amount?"

……

"Dangdangdangdang~dangdangdangdang~"

After the afternoon class, the children came out in droves. Mende and Hermani, who were gathered together, put their bags on their backs and walked outside.

"Why are you looking so confused?" Hermione turned to look at him and shook his shoulders.

"I'm excited!" Mende argued dissatisfied, "Aren't you excited? Hank promised us that he would teach us more witchcraft things."

At noon, they only had time to listen to Charlie tell them what a wizard was, what witchcraft was, and what traits were, and then it was time for class.

"I know, but you can't even ignore the history class because of this." Hermani poked him, "What will happen to your credits?"

"It's just a class, there's nothing wrong with it." Mende shook his head.

At this time, footsteps sounded behind them, Charlie walked out with his schoolbag on his back, and the two people leaned towards him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hank." Mende said with a smile.

"Just call me Charlie." Charlie sighed and pointed outside.

"Let's go to the study room."

……

It was still the familiar room 308. After closing the door, Charlie cleared his throat.

"First of all, do you know what your characteristics are?"

The two of them already knew what the trait was, and it was probably the same name as a certain hero.

"I am Bluebell." Mende said, then pointed at Hermione, "She is...'Magician'."

"Bluebell?" Charlie was stunned for a moment. This didn't seem to be in the category of animals or social occupations, nor was it like the "identity that humans aspire to be but can never truly become" as contained in the name of the Delusion Department.

But he still nodded without any change in his expression. It doesn't matter. I can just ask my husband later.

Now Levi has changed his attitude and begun to instill more knowledge about the wizarding world into Charlie.

For ordinary people, the less they know about wizards, the better. But once you become a wizard, the more you know, the better.

The purpose of the information barrier created by BOI for low-level wizards is to allow low-level wizards to die naturally in the low-intensity involution, making it difficult to form a truly threatening group.

But Levi didn't want Charlie to die inexplicably. It was one thing for others, but another for himself. Anyway, if he quietly revealed some knowledge to Charlie, no one would come to check him.

At this time, Charlie thought for a moment and raised his head.

"I probably understand. Can you tell me what your abilities are?"