Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Mc boss, what is vanilla? What is matcha? What is chocolate?" Hee Xi looked at Meg with a puzzled face. Only blueberries, she knew it was a small blue fruit, but the other three flavors. I don't know what it is.

"Is vanilla a very fragrant grass? But can grass eat?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Yes, vanilla is a kind of grass with a special scent, but it is not used directly, but is used as a food after grinding into powder; matcha is not an ordinary tea, but a green tea after grinding it into a powder. The tea-flavored ingredients are refreshing and delicious; while chocolate is a rich and sweet food; blueberries are a kind of sweet and sour fruit, and the four flavors of ice cream have their own characteristics. You can choose the flavor you like, of course. You can also try different tastes," Meg said with a smile.

"Tofu brain has sweet and salty tastes. Everyone will win you and die. Now this new product has four flavors. After the guests queue up, they will not have to queue four teams?" Jergi was worried about it. I thought, palm up: "I want a chocolate flavor."

"I want to eat sour, then I want a blueberry ice cream." Miranda thought.

"I want to match the taste of tea." Palmer raised his hand, although his expression was calm, but his eyes were very much looking forward to it.

"I want the smell of fragrant, I want a scent."

"Sweet...sweet..." Angus stretched his hand and screamed happily. He had just eaten a small bowl of tofu brain, and the little guy was very happy.

"No, Angus can't eat iced things." Miranda reached out and took the little guy's hand and shook his head.

"Oh..." Angus heard the words and cried.

"Wow, four flavors, then can I have one for every taste?" Amy was looking forward to seeing McGonagall.

"Of course, Amy wants to eat as much as he can." McGonagall nodded with a smile. For food, the choice is not a problem at all. If every taste comes to a problem, it is not a problem.

"Ice cream? Mr. McGonagall is so interesting and special to name the food. It must be a unique gourmet dessert. It is a talented chef." Luna looked at the back of McGee in the kitchen, in her heart. Thinking silently.

Everyone sat, looking forward to the direction of the kitchen, not knowing what kind of dessert McGongo made.

McGonagall came out with a tray full of small round holes filled with ice cream of various colors.

Light yellow vanilla ice cream, light green matcha ice cream, blue-violet blueberry ice cream, black and white blended chocolate ice cream.

The cold air of the cockroach rises, and a double-ball ice cream is like a flower blooming in the fog, which makes everyone look straight.

"Pammer's children's matcha ice cream, Miranda's blueberry ice cream... and deer's chocolate ice cream, the restaurant's new ice cream, please enjoy, licking and eating better." McGonagall ice cream in order Distributed to the hands of everyone, smiled and said, Amy is holding blue-violet blueberry ice cream in his hand.

“Is this made with ice cubes? It looks solid and biting?” Jergi looked at the ice cream in his hand, a bit skeptical.

"It looks like it's delicious." Miranda looked at the ice cream in his hand, and his face was full of expectations.

"It's really iced, and it's purple, look good!" Amy looked at the blueberry ice cream in her hand, her eyes were completely lit, and two blue-violet snowballs overlapped on a conical cream eggshell, shaking hands. The location has a paper-like outer shell that exudes a hint of blueberry scent, and the wind chills.

"Hello?" Amy took the ice cream in her hand and took it in front of her, then licked her pink tongue.

The sweet and sour blueberry flavor and the milky aroma blend at the tip of the tongue, turning it into a sweet and sour taste on the tip of the tongue. The delicate and smooth taste makes Amy feel like she is suddenly in the purple snow, heaven. The floating purple snow flakes out of the tongue, sour and sweet, and a rich milky aroma.

"Sour and sweet, delicious! I like blueberry ice cream!" Amy took another sip of ice cream and said happily.

“Is this the so-called matcha ice cream? The tea is used for soaking. No one will use it directly, and Mr. McGonagall says that it is grinding the tea into powder and adding it. Wouldn’t it be the bitterness of the tea? The taste, will it be delicious?” Luna looked at the green matcha ice cream in her hand and looked at it with a bit of attention.

His grandfather likes to drink tea. This green leaf, which is native to Wick Ridge, is loved by nobles in Luodu. It has a refreshing effect and promotes digestion.

Only the authentic Wickling Camellia has a small annual output, and the price is quite high. Every spring tea has just been picked and immediately bought out. Her grandfather’s students know that he likes to drink tea, so he will be brought to him every year. Two pounds, usually do not want to drink.

Tea is grown in other places, but the difference in quality between the tea and the Wick Ridge is obvious.

Luna used to be with her grandfather before, and she has skilled tea cooking skills. She has some understanding of tea and knows how to distinguish tea from ordinary tea.

Luna smothered the matcha ice cream in front of her nose. The scent of green tea accompanied the silky milk scent into the nose, which made her close her eyes.

The delicate fragrance of the tea with the taste of spring rain, like a moment to roll her into a tea plantation filled with green tea, the green tea in the spring breeze slightly blowing, a touch of tea scented, took a deep breath, It seems that the whole body has been purified.

"What kind of tea is this? Why is it so rich in tea? This tea is even better than the best spring tea in Wick Ridge, and it is just grinding into powder without any brewing!" Na opened her eyes and looked at the ice cream in front of her face with an incredible expression.

Wake Ridge's spring tea is the best spring tea on the Nolan continent, but now the tea scent from this ice cream is impacting Luna's cognition, hesitating, she put out her tongue and licked the ice cream on the top. ball.

The snowball stays on the tip of the tongue, melts slowly and slowly, and the sweet milk scent slides into the throat with a light tea scent. The pleasure starts from the tip of the tongue, and the light airflow rises slowly, diffuses, and then follows. The throat slowly slides down.

It's an indescribable thing, like a slender finger slowly sticking to your lips, chin, throat and then slowly drifting down all the way, comfortable people want to make a sound.