Palm Dragon

Aristocratic Etiquette: No matter how upset your heart is, you must maintain an elegant expression on your face.

So Is stepped forward gracefully, and gracefully (again) grabbed Adrian by the collar.

pull.

It didn't move.

Xiaolong's claws were still tightly hooked around the neck of the brown-haired young man below him.

……

For the first time, Yisi felt that etiquette was all to hell, and now he just wanted to split the guy wearing glasses in front of him with his silver soul.

It was Molly who patted Adrian on the back.

Xiaolong didn't hide his enthusiasm at all, he probably rushed over with all his strength.

Adrian also saw that Molly's face was a little blue, and quickly let go.

Is immediately lifted him away.

Molly helped the eyes that slid down the bridge of his nose, as if he didn't see the murderous look in Iss's eyes: "I didn't expect that the friend that Aini brought here is Ed."

Adrian sniffed.

Molly straightened his crumpled robe, smiling exactly as Adrian remembered years ago...

Adrian's eyes were steaming.

Seeing that Xiaolong was about to pounce on him again, Iss twitched his eyes and pushed him onto the sofa.

In fact, he wanted to take the dragon away directly.

Aini's eyes circled back and forth on them, and then he slammed his fist on the palm of his hand. "What—so you guys know each other~"

Molly patted Adrian's head: "No wonder Feng Jing said that you were not here recently, and all the letters were returned. So you went out."

Adrian wanted to lean on Molly again, but was pulled back and was held in Mr. Noble's arms.

Struggling and twisting, to no avail.

Verbal protests are invalid.

So Xiaolong looked eagerly at Mo Li and sat down opposite him.

Yisi smiled and circled Xiaolong tightly.

Aini moved over the small machine that kept steaming on the bar.

"This is a new invention of the boss~ but it's just a problem~"

Molly was a little embarrassed.

"I was fixing it just now... but it should be fine now."

"what is this?"

Because he couldn't move in Yisi's arms, Adrian desperately stretched his neck to get closer to the table.

"Tea steamer." Molly explained softly.

"This is an inspiration given to me by an old alchemist... Today I happen to have a very good wine-stained fruit cake." Molly smiled and nodded to Iss and Witt. "It's perfect for entertaining guests from afar."

The tea steamer looked like a large green old-fashioned teapot with carved arabesques on the handle and a brass lid that had obviously been wiped often, gleaming in the light.It comes in two parts that look like they can be disassembled.

Aini found out from nowhere a poorly handcrafted cloth bag with a funny sunflower sewn on it.

Molly took out a smaller kettle, twisted the lower part of the tea steamer out, and poured clean water.

He explained from side to side: "The spring water transported from the source of Mawson's mountain spring... because it has a faint sweet taste, it is inconvenient to transport, and those merchants are simply asking for a high price...a gallon of water costs me three silver coins... "

Filled with water, he pushed back again. "However, if it is used to make elf scented tea, it is indeed worth that much money."

Aini took out two pale yellow dried flowers from the ugly cloth bag, and took out a small glass jar.

Molly turned on the switch under the tea steamer, and the tea steamer began to make a thin sound.

Ernie lifted the brass lid, threw in the dried flowers, scooped out a spoonful of shiny powder from the glass jar, and poured it in too.

Before the water boiled, Molly returned to the bar and brought out a long silver plate.

An orange baguette lies on a silver platter.

"Cake cake!" Adrian and Ennie cheered together.

It's just unprocessed dried fruit butter cake.

Molly put the silver plate on the table, poured rum on the hot cake surface, waited for a little cooling, spread the heated almond jam, and sprinkled some toasted almond slices, and then put the long The cake was cut and served on a plate.

Molly also put two glistening candied cherries on the cake for Ani and Adrian.

Even Werther, who doesn't like sweets, can't help but be attracted by the rich fruity aroma on the cake in front of him.

At this time, the tea steamer also began to whistle hurriedly.

Molly turned off the switch, carefully picked up the tea steamer, and started pouring tea.

The light-colored tea was poured into everyone's cups, bringing up a small mist, and the faint scent of tangerines slowly dissipated.

Adrian sniffed like a puppy.

"It smells so good~"

"Of course." Aini puffed up her chest again triumphantly: "It contains the powder made from Milan flower stamens specially cultivated by elves~"

His didn't move.

No matter how fragrant the tea and cakes are, they can't calm the sourness and... worry in Mr. Noble's heart.

He will never forget that in Rundle Manor, he kidnapped Xiaolong with desserts.Wine and desserts are Adrian's favorite.

Seeing Xiaolong excitedly holding up the cake tray, Iss felt a little tangled up in his heart, and Molly's cake and tea were even more unpleasant to his eyes.

Of course, Molly was the worst.

Just as Mr. Noble was slandering, a spoon came to his lips.

He froze for a moment, lowered his head, and Adrian held up the spoon, his eyes sparkling.

"Molly's cake is the best~ delicious!"

Iss didn't notice the content of Adrian's words, he only noticed that Xiaolong only dug out a piece of the cake in his hand.

That piece is now on my lips.

Molly watched their actions with a smile through the rising mist.

Mr. Noble was like a balloon that had been poked with a hole, his heart fluttered—the ground softened all of a sudden, he lowered his head, and let Adrian put the cake into his mouth cooperatively.

Instead of chewing, he glanced at Molly. ==

The slender eyes are slanted, and the green eyes are like a lake after the rain, which is amazingly beautiful.

But the eyes are full of demonstrations.

Molly smiled and looked away.

I didn't realize that my provocation was actually very childish, and now Mr. Noble is a little smug.

The cake that Adrian likes, the first bite he dug was to pass it to himself——

Xiaolong didn't notice the eye contact above his head, and dug another piece of cake.

Ahhh.

Oh oh--

Both the dragon and the elf narrowed their eyes intoxicated.

The cake in the mouth is soft and soft, and the strawberry syrup in the interlayer is even more mellow and thick. When chewing, the aroma of various dried fruits blends together. almond slices--

Xiaolong was moved to tears.

Iss was also a little surprised that Molly's cakes were no worse than Layton's.

Werther doesn't like sweets, but the intoxicating aroma of the wine made him an exception - adding this scented tea is really amazing.

The light brown tea doesn't smell too heavy, but after you taste it carefully, you will find the sweetness of tangerine swirling on the tip of your tongue.Not sweet, but refreshing.It is an unexpected match with the fermented glutinous rice cake.

Werther couldn't resist pouring another glass.

Aini's mouth was full, and he still didn't forget to show off: "The dessert made by the boss is even better than the best restaurant in Pagrama! Of course, it must be paired with my fairy flower tea—"

Molly held a cup and smiled, obviously very young, but very calm, not at all like a shrewd businessman.

"It looks like you here..." Werther remembered the signboard at the door.It was hard for him to imagine that the easy-going and even serene (==) Molly in front of him would use such a store name.

"It's not like an equipment store?" Molly seemed to see through Werther's thoughts and smiled.

"Actually, most of the equipment here is manufactured according to the needs of customers." He compared the large stack of lists on the bar.

"So, most of the customers will ask for it, and then I will manufacture or improve it, so there is nothing to choose from here, and it doesn't look like a shop..."

"However," Molly motioned Werther to look back, "the back of the store is the workshop of the warehouse, and the materials and materials and tools are all inside, so the store is simply decorated according to your preferences."

Werther wanted to ask whose "preference" the signboard was for, but refrained.