This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Authentic white-cut chicken is not cooked, but soaked in hot soup.

After being soaked in ice water, the fat under the chicken's skin will become like jelly.

The skin is crisp and the meat is smooth, and no seasoning is needed.

Vincent skillfully used chopsticks to pick up the most tender chicken leg and put it in Hermione's bowl.

She also skillfully picked it up with chopsticks and took a small bite.

Fragrant, refreshing, and endless aftertaste.

The proprietress walked out of the kitchen with blanched Chinese cabbage and two bowls of rice, and was surprised again that both of them could use chopsticks fluently.

"We often eat hot pot with classmates at school."

"So that's how it is."

There are generally many Chinese students in British universities, and this young couple should have learned their knowledge of Chinese food from them.

Sweet university campus love, so good.

When she returned to the kitchen and saw her husband concentrating on the heat of the stew, she suddenly laughed as if she remembered something interesting.

The store owner was puzzled again.

Moody, probably menopause.

Vincent outside tasted the choy sum.

There was no problem with the seasoning, but the taste was the same as white-cut chicken, which was very different from what he remembered.

After all, the climates of the two countries are so different that even the same varieties can have different tastes.

But there was nothing wrong with the seasoning, and the rice was crystal clear and full, not the common Indian rice in the UK.

Hermione has been keeping an eye on Vincent.

He knows so much about Chinese food, he must like it very much.

It seems necessary to take advantage of the summer vacation to find a cooking class to learn well.

"The ribs are here." The proprietress put the freshly steamed ribs on the table for two people.

Simply marinated and seasoned and then steamed, this rib made Hermione more determined to find a Chinese cooking class.

Not long after, the stew came.

Because it was freshly stewed, it came late.

Green bean and pigeon soup tastes heaty and relieves summer heat, which is very suitable for the current season.

Hermione put down the empty bowl and looked at Vincent with a happy face.

The fact that he could consider this proved that he was not just playing around with her.

That's right, if he was the kind of person who was fickle, she wouldn't have liked him for so many years.

"Do you want another bowl?"

"Yes."

The shop owner came out of the kitchen after finishing his work, saw the intimate behavior of the young couple, and looked at his smiling wife. He suddenly figured out something.

He was a little careless, but he was not a wooden man who knew nothing.

While I was free in the afternoon, I had to prepare some surprises.

Hermione gave this authentic Cantonese Chinese meal a full score.

She lowered her head and glanced at her slightly bulging belly, "Let's not drive to Graffiti Street, let's take a walk around here first?"

Sitting after a meal will easily accumulate fat, and she ate two bowls of high-carb rice this time. Walking properly can not only promote digestion, but also promote blood circulation.

Of course, Vincent knew what she was worried about.

Girls in love always pay special attention to their appearance and figure. In serious cases, they may even feel inferior and anxious, and become more worried about gains and losses.

As a boyfriend, you must not take the initiative to mention it to her. It is best to use actions to show that you don't care.

"Okay, the market is not far from St. Nicholas Church. Let's go over there and take a look."

Vincent looked at the proprietress at the cashier, "Please come over, we need to settle the bill."

Three dishes, one soup and five bowls of rice, a total of 80 pounds.

Eating such authentic Chinese food in the UK, the higher price is very reasonable.

Vincent took out a credit card from his wallet, "Add the tip in addition."

Seeing that he was generous, the proprietress did not refuse this kindness.

The service charge included in the bill in the UK is actually a tip, and the British generally do not have the habit of paying tips separately.

After settling the bill, Vincent took Hermione's hand and walked out of the restaurant.

The card was Eric's, and he had no psychological burden when swiping it.

The two continued to walk into the market.

From the stone bridge, you can see a Gothic building, which is St. Nicholas Church.

But unfortunately, the church is not open to the public today.

"What a pity..."

A Japanese voice suddenly came from behind the two people standing in front of the closed door.

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other and turned back at the same time.

Rinyin, who was wearing cool clothes, was looking down at the travel guide in her hand.

"Shuda!" She slammed the guide shut, not recognizing the young couple in front of her at all, and walked straight to the closed door.

"Knock knock knock--"

Shortly after knocking on the door, a priest opened the door.

I don't know what Rinyin said to him, but she walked into the church smoothly after a few words.

Vincent shook his head and sighed, "Damn money power."

Hermione shook his big hand back, "Let's go to Graffiti Street."

She said it was a walk after dinner, but she walked very fast.

Back to the road, both of them saw the burgundy GT-R next to the rear of the Bugatti.

Vincent was about to help Hermione open the car door, but she had already sat down and fastened her seat belt.

The sense of crisis was getting worse.

He quietly took off the watch that Rinyin had given him, and then got into the car.

Hermione noticed when he put his hands on the steering wheel.

Her good mood returned, with a sweet smile on her face.

Speaking of graffiti streets in Europe, Berlin is the well-deserved first, and Bristol can be called the second.

Driving to the underground parking lot in the city center, the two of them attracted countless eyes again when they got out.

When they drove by the street just now, they had seen a lot of huge graffiti that occupied an entire wall through the car window.

Now that they were there in person, they were shocked again.

Walking on the street here is like walking on a huge canvas.

Those walls painted with graffiti, each of which has a thick layer of paint and spray paint, I think it should be covered repeatedly.

Vincent pointed to a shop specializing in spray paint in the distance, "Should we leave a work too?"

"Yes." Hermione's eyes lit up.

Although I don't know when it will be covered, it is undoubtedly a precious memory.

Not long after, Vincent bought a large box of spray paint from the store.

He held the box and looked for a suitable place with Hermione, and finally chose a single-story house with relatively empty surroundings.

The main reason is that the big octopus on its wall is too ugly, and it does not reflect the domineering of Mr. Ke at all.

Hermione picked up a bottle of black spray paint from the box and looked up at the roof of the hut. "There should be a ladder nearby, right?"

Vincent squatted down in front of her and patted his shoulder. "This is much more useful than a ladder."

Hermione blushed and untied the straps of her high heels, and carefully raised her foot to step on his shoulder.

Vincent grabbed her calf immediately, "Are you standing firm? I'm getting up."

"Wait a minute." Hermione swayed and struggled to keep her balance.

The numbness from her calf made her whole body soft. This kind of intimate physical contact was something she had never experienced before.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Vincent is her boyfriend now, and there will definitely be more intimate contact in the future.

After about two or three minutes, Hermione finally got used to it completely.

"You can get up."

Vincent grabbed her calf and stood up slowly.

Very stable, very safe.

After he stood up, Hermione was just facing the roof of the hut.

Hermione shook the spray paint in her hand and stared at the ugly big octopus in front of her.

What should I draw?

She remembered the scene when they first met on the train and suddenly burst into laughter.

Vincent felt a slight shake and didn't dare to raise his head, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I have thought of what to draw."

Standing on his shoulder, Hermione raised the spray paint in her hand and covered the big and ugly octopus little by little.

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