The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Ilsa is reading, and the elf will spot-check homework at night.

Afternoon tea is usually delivered by attendants. Seeing that Louis brought a hot dessert tray without untiing his apron, Ilsa guessed that there must be some new delicious food out of the oven. Go and pick up the tray in Louis' hands.

This behavior could be regarded as gentlemanly in the eyes of others, but Louis, who already had some understanding of the Son of God's character, knew that Ilsa was just hungry.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the biscuits are just out of the oven, so be careful not to burn your mouth." Louis waited patiently.Following Ilsa to the small round table and putting down the tray, Louis picked up the insulation cloth and lifted the insulation cover.

The familiar smell suddenly spread in the room, but the luster of expectation in Ilsa's eyes dimmed at this moment, and he suddenly turned his eyes to the side, staring at Louis suspiciously.

Louis held the heat shield in one hand, his face was full of anticipation, and he looked up at His Royal Highness Berengo, the strongest dragon clan this year. Even though he tried hard to suppress his breathing, the heaving of his chest was still a little obvious.

Will Lord Berrengo notice that he smells a familiar scent?

Every step, every ingredient, and every gram are exactly the same. Louis feels that he no longer needs to be ashamed of not being able to test Ilsa's favorite biscuits!

In the huge wing room, the much-anticipated new imperial chef and the Son of God looked at each other silently, and the surrounding was so quiet that Louis' heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Strangely, His Highness usually does not look at others like this before eating.

After being dazed for a while, Louis had an idea, and quickly fanned the biscuits on the plate with both hands to let the biscuits cool down quickly. Finally, he hung his palms over the biscuits to feel it, and then happily told Ilsa, "Your Highness can eat it! "

Ilsa's purple pupils were still watching Louis vigilantly, and there was no sign of mischief on his face, so she looked down at the biscuits on the table suspiciously again.

the smell.

Perhaps it was just after the elf baked the biscuits and put them in the oven that they picked up a similar smell.

Ilsa let her guard down, reached for a biscuit, and unsuspectingly bit off most of it in one bite.

The familiar hardness and the mysterious taste of sweet and sour in the salty taste filled the lips and teeth in an instant!

The moment the large piece of biscuit in his mouth shattered on the tip of Ilsa's tongue, the spices that were not stirred evenly burst out a familiar strong smell on the taste buds...

One second, two seconds, five seconds passed.

Louis's expectant eyes gradually became puzzled.

Ilsa still had the biscuit in her mouth, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, she didn't chew or swallow, she just looked at him expressionlessly from the side.

Louis inexplicably felt that there was a gradually burning anger in those eyes.

"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?" Louis asked nervously, "This kind of biscuit can only be swallowed by chewing hard, you..."

Ilsa's eyes were cold, and with a biscuit in her mouth, she reprimanded inarticulately, "Using Nana's biga to perfuse Isa, lazy Louis, will be punished!"

Louis finally understood why His Highness looked unhappy, and quickly explained, "No! You misunderstood! I made and baked these biscuits myself!"

Ilsa turned her head away, her expression was cold and decisive, but because the biscuit in her mouth was hard to swallow, she slurred angrily, "No excuse."

"You mean you can't forgive?"

"Four."

"Why?" Louis asked eagerly, "Isn't this the elf biscuit you've been thinking about? During the few days of mining, you often mentioned that you could eat biscuits baked by the elf prime minister when you returned to the palace!"

"Yes!" Ilsa argued angrily with a biscuit in her mouth, "Ilsa said that he would meet the elf when he returned to the palace, and the elf would give Ilsa a baked biga."

Louis retorted inexplicably, "The meaning of this sentence is that you miss the biscuits baked by the elf prime minister very much?"

"Issa only wants elves."

"Then why do you always mention biscuits?"

There was a dangerous silence.

Ilsa's eyes became more and more cold, but her cheeks were still bulging, so she didn't look very scary.

He said that the elf would bake him biscuits because at that time Louis dedicated it to Claude every time he had something delicious.

Because I didn't know him well at the time, Ilsa was embarrassed to lose his temper, and said that the elf would bake him cookies when he went back. In fact, he wanted to pretend that he didn't care about Louis's cookies, and definitely didn't mean to miss the elves' cookies.

But it's hard to explain to outsiders.

Ilsa criticized Louis from a different angle, "The dessert chef has to cook by himself, and taking other people's is lazy."

Louis was a little confused, "Are you angry about this? That's a big misunderstanding, Your Highness, I really made these biscuits by myself. Yesterday, I saw that the elf prime minister was busy with government affairs, so I took the liberty to ask him to teach me how to bake them." The Prime Minister did not hesitate to teach me the method of making biscuits in great detail. I practiced for a day and a night before I was done. I will present it to you as soon as it comes out of the oven!"

Ilsa's pupils shrank suddenly, she took two steps back in shock, and slowly turned her head to look at the biscuits on the table.

Louis stepped forward and said happily, "Now, I can make biscuits with this taste very skillfully, you don't have to tolerate my immature cooking skills in the future, I guarantee that I can bake biscuits with this taste every time! "

"No." Ilsa suddenly turned her head, stepped forward and warned Louis fiercely with downcast eyes, "Ilsa wants the original one!"

"Why?" Louis asked. "Don't you like cookies baked by the elf prime minister?"

Ilsa shook her head inexplicably, as if denying that she didn't like it, but also as if admitting that she didn't like it.

And Louis finally realized some truth in Ilsa's nostalgic eyes at the moment.

Another moment of silence.

Louis plucked up his courage and said in a trembling voice, "Actually...you don't dislike the biscuits I bake, do you?"

Ilsa didn't answer.

Louis suddenly felt aggrieved, and asked in a low voice, "Then why did you act reluctantly every time I invited you to eat biscuits when we were at the camp? I... I thought the biscuits I baked were not to your taste."

Ilsa didn't know how to answer, and began to chew the biscuit in her mouth, swallowing with difficulty.

It was inconvenient for Louis to ask, so he bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to bring you biscuits, and I forgot the tea. I'll go and prepare goat milk for you."

His Highness's surprise expression did not appear in anticipation, Louis felt disappointed and blamed himself, turned around and walked out the door in a daze.

Suddenly, Ilsa's clear voice came from behind——

Outside the door, Hino happened to come to look for Ilsa, and wanted to tell him that he was going to an outer island to discuss government affairs with Minister Xuelu.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, Xino suddenly heard Ilsa's urgent call from the room——

"Louis."

Inside the house, Louis stopped, turned around in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "Anything else, Your Highness?"

Ilsa lowered her head and stared at the ground. After a while, she muttered something softly.

Louis hurriedly stepped forward and listened carefully, "Sorry, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Ilsa raised her head, stared at him firmly, and repeated loudly, "Ilsa prefers to eat your baked biga."

Louis opened his eyes in shock. A moment later, surprise and emotion surged in his chest. He pursed his lips to suppress his excitement, and nodded desperately to Ilsa!

The elf outside the door was also shocked.

Hino turned and leaned against the door, his head seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and he slowly lowered his head with a sad expression.