Wizard of the Pendulum Forest

"Look, Fratz, I've got an invitation. What a strange thing. I've been invited—a wizard!"

Today, after the wizard went out to the town and came back, he had a gold-plated invitation letter in his hand. Frazi Houston saw a few huge words written on it sharply: To the respected Sir Ferdinand Wizard.

"It's asking me to go to the king's little princess's ball... Uh, the ball is not bad, but what does it have to do with me?" The wizard shook the letter paper in his hand in confusion, and took a few steps towards Frazi , Frazi raised his hand to help him untie the cloak, and hung it on the coat rack, "It is said that most of the people they invited were unmarried princes from neighboring countries, it seems that she is going to marry...Huh?! So fast!"

"So, without knowing the reason, my dear master is not going to go?"

"No, I will go." Unexpectedly, the wizard agreed immediately.

"Huh? What?" Mr. Houston took the young wizard's shoulders and let him sit on the chair. At the same time, he carefully combed the wizard's somewhat messy hair with his fingers. When Ferdinand looked up at him, he showed a brisk look. Smiling, "Then let me guess, does the great wizard like that little princess?"

"No one!" The wizard retorted without hesitation, "No one will invite a wizard for no reason, unless they encounter a problem that ordinary people can't solve, they will ask for help from a wizard with magic power. I am probably the only wizard in this area ...looks like she's having some trouble."

Ferdinand wrinkled his nose and threw himself on the table. He rubbed his feet against each other for a long time before he wiped off his shoes. He didn't bother to get up, so he straightened his legs and tried his best to reach the house shoes not far away. Unfortunately, it was so short. At one point, Mr. Houston on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and helped him bring the shoes over.

"But I always feel that this is not the main reason. A great wizard who doesn't even bother to take his shoes has the patience to go to the ball?" He teased and poured a cup of milk tea for the wizard.

The wizard met his blue eyes, and for some reason his ears turned red, so he stammered and said a few words casually: "Ah, there is a reason, and it's not a big deal...the mango honey mille-feuille over there is delicious. ?”

"It's such a coincidence, sir, I've eaten that thing before," Frazier squatted down, his straight back allowing him to look into the wizard's eyes, "although not many times, but somehow I know the taste, maybe one day I Can you make it for my dear little pumpkin yourself?"

But I want to eat right now... The wizard met his eyes, and suddenly felt a little unnatural. He looked around but didn't know where to put his eyes.

Ferdinand already knew that the name of the little pumpkin in the folklore of Frazi meant a cute boy instead of a child as he thought before, but his face was still a little red, so he jumped off the chair and hurried to Running upstairs, "You prepare dinner now!"

The wizard yelled downstairs through the gap in the railing.

Yes, after so many days of chef training, Mr. Houston has not only mastered the skill of cracking cookies, but also learned to fry steak and cook creamy mushroom pasta.

Perhaps becoming a cook might be a good idea... Frazi thought as he pulled out a bag of macaroni.