HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

The Slytherin table was piled high with steaks, but Wuyou and Mo Changqing had no interest in them.

Because these steaks are not processed with any deodorizing seasonings such as ginger slices, but are directly grilled, and may be added with some cooking wine during the process, and finally drizzled with some strange sauce to complete the dish.

It would be acceptable if all were well done, but the most popular dishes here are medium-rare and medium-well done steaks, as they believe they are more tender.

Wuyou just felt that it was not cooked and he dared not eat it because it tasted bloody and he could not swallow it.

So the pork chops here smell like pig, the steaks smell like cow, and the lamb chops not only smell like sheep, but also have a fishy smell that will kill you. The taste is really not good.

As for the chicken drumsticks that Ron loves so much, I always thought they were so delicious! But it turned out to be sweet. Help! Of course, chicken drumsticks are only delicious when they are spicy. At worst, honey spicy or braised ones are also OK! Or learn from McDonald's! !

Draco looked at Mo Changqing and Wuyou who were only eating desserts like small cakes, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, open his mouth slightly, and reveal a surprised expression.

"Do you two like desserts so much? I've never seen you eat anything else." He seemed very surprised by this discovery.

His eyes glanced back and forth between Mo Changqing and Wuyou, as if trying to confirm whether he had seen it wrong. This was too exaggerated.

"After eating so many desserts, don't you feel sick of it?" Pansy asked doubtfully, her eyes full of curiosity.

Wuyou shook his head: "It's okay, and compared to these steaks, lamb chops, pork chops and other meats, desserts are really friendly to our taste buds."

Mo Zhangqing poked the apple pie on the plate with his fork, "We don't eat most British food."

Hearing this, Theodore looked at Wuyou and silently made a note in his heart that Wuyou was not used to British food.

Draco nodded to Mo Changqing, then looked at Wuyou in confusion: "Elvis just came to the UK, it's normal that he can't get used to the food, but haven't you been here for a long time? Have you always only eaten these?"

Wuyou blinked and looked at him with amusement: "Come on, dear, I must eat Chinese food at home, and why is the clever Master Malfoy so confused today?"

Draco blushed and hummed: "How would I know..."

His skin was very fair, so the blush on his face was very obvious. Whether it was because he was embarrassed by what he had just said, or because the word "dear" he said inadvertently touched a string deep in his heart, perhaps only he himself knew.

Mo Changqing looked at Wuyou and sighed: "Is this the only pies we can eat?"

Wuyou seemed to have heard a joke: "Of course not, there are some pies we can't eat either."

Under Mo Changqing's puzzled gaze, she looked at a pie not far away and said, "See that pie decorated with a few strawberries and added with jam? It looks okay on the surface, right? But in fact, it has a lot of bacon and raisins in it, and it's salty."

Mo Zhangqing's face immediately turned green, and he burst out in surprise: "Fuck?! This combination is simply the opposite of heaven! I dare not imagine how vicious the taste of that pie must be!"

Wuyou nodded and replied in Chinese: "It can be said that this is unheard of! Shocking! No one would dare to hear of it!"

Mo Changqing glanced at her in confusion and said, "What do you mean by chickens and dogs don't hear? I've only heard of chickens and dogs hearing each other."

Wuyou raised his face proudly and said, "Isn't it also made up by humans? Why can't I make one up?"

Mo Zhangqing looked at her as if it was a matter of course and laughed, then waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you want, Miss Changsun."

Pansy pouted and pushed Wuyou: "Don't speak Chinese, I don't understand."

Wuyou chuckled and looked at Pansy, assuring, "Yes, Miss." Then he said to Mo Zhangqing, "Did you hear me? Don't speak Chinese. My baby can't understand."

Mo Zhangqing looked at her with disdain: "What on earth have you been through with them in this year? Luo Yunchi and I grew up with you. We have been together day and night for so many years, but we are not as close as you have been in this place for a year!"

Wuyou: "What? Am I not nice to you?"

Mo Changqing looked at the man in front of him, pretending to be heartbroken and said, "Oh, yes, you are very good to us, but you are not the kind of person who pampers and patiently coaxes us, especially someone like Draco. If the words he said came from our mouths, you would definitely confront us without any hesitation, and you might even roll your eyes at us."

Wuyou peeled grapes for Draco and said casually, "Doesn't this just highlight the differences between you two?"

Mo Changqing shook his head: "After all these years of love, it was wrong. I now believe the saying that 'childhood sweethearts can't beat the one who comes from heaven'."

Wuyou peeled another grape for Pansy, then said to Mo Changqing, "Come on, just eat your meal quietly. No, it should be cake!"

Pansy ate the grapes given by Wuyou and looked at the two of them with a gossipy look on her face, while Blaise turned his gaze to Draco.

Theodore looked as if he didn't care about anything. He just glanced at them occasionally and then continued to eat the food on his plate. However, his eyes sometimes looked at the fruit plate in front of him. There were also bunches of grapes there, but no one was eating them.

Draco, who was called upon, ate the food slowly and methodically, with his eyebrows slightly raised. He looked like he was in a very good mood and didn't participate in anything at all, as if to say, I've already won just by sitting here!