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

Waves of ecstasy made Louis choke several times. He barely controlled his emotions and responded sincerely, "Thank you for your encouragement, Your Highness Berrengo, you are so kind, and it is very important to me to know that you like my cooking skills." Yes, these days I have been worried that you and the prime minister kindly took me in, and I have to pay for my poor cooking skills, I have been in my heart..."

When he said this, he suddenly lowered his head and put his fist against his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.

"What are you doing?" Ilsa took a step back, forcefully swallowed the biscuit in her mouth, and watched Louis vigilantly.

To Ilsa, crying means discomfort or pain, and Louis's sudden tears made him bewildered.

If you bully someone and cry, you will be pulled by your mother's ears, but Ilsa didn't do anything, and she was very wronged.

"No...it's okay, I'm just too happy, I'm sorry." Louis hurriedly wiped away his tears, and cheered up, "Since His Highness doesn't like biscuits with this flavor, I will notify the attendant to cancel the order for additional ingredients later. Bake cookies the traditional way."

"Whose order?" Ilsa cautiously stopped, "The ingredients of that? Let him order, you don't care."

"No, Your Highness, I sent the order for purchase." Louis said with a smile, "The prime minister doesn't know that you prefer the traditional taste in our town. I will report it to him when he is free."

Ilsa stared, took a step forward, lowered her head and warned Louis viciously, "Which kind of biga Isa wants to eat is a secret, and I won't tell anyone."

"Is this a secret?" Louis was puzzled, but soon his eyes lit up, and he realized, "I understand! You can't reveal your Highness's taste preference to the outside world, can you? Because there may still be a half-breed with evil intentions lurking in the palace." noble!"

Ilsa stared at him coldly with a straight waist, and corrected in a low voice, "I can't leak it to the inside, because there are Issa's elves in the palace." He narrowed his eyes, and solemnly declared to the new dessert chef " Issa is not afraid of any half-blood nobles."

Louis didn't really understand it, but he felt that the Son of God was so damn cool, no matter what the order was, he just obeyed it, "I understand Your Highness, then I will pretend that I can't learn the baking skills of the Prime Minister." ,after……"

Seeing the new pastry chef turn his back on the good, Ilsa was relieved.

It was at this moment of distraction that he realized that a familiar aura was around him.

This discovery made Ilsa look around every corner vigilantly. Obviously, the elf was not in the house, but the dragon's instinct of danger still made the dragon uneasy. So, while Louis was chattering, Ilsa slowly stretched out Out of the dragon horn above the head, explore the surrounding atmosphere.

The moment the dragon's horn touched the air, Ilsa suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the door!

The elf, who was separated from him by the door, appeared within the sensing range of his dragon horn without hindrance!

Irsa Teng's purple pupils instantly formed vertical lines, and his Adam's apple slowly rolled up and down, as if the dragon was facing the danger of life and death for the first time in his life!

Louis, who didn't notice the difference, was still happily imagining the future. "Our hometown also has a biscuit base made of pure cheese butter and egg white. If you..."

"What cheese butter? An ingredient that doesn't sound good at all!" Ilsa was suddenly furious, raised her index finger, and declared righteously, "To become a good dessert chef, please help Nana, it's delicious What ingredients did Bigardu add?"

Facing the Son of God whose attitude suddenly changed drastically, the stunned Louis was silent for a while, "...huh?"

Ilsa frowned and shook her head, and said earnestly, "Mom said to encourage beginners, but this way you will stop and see what you bake!"

Louis obediently turned his head to look at the biscuits he had baked on the table, and replied, "This plate of biscuits, I learned from the Prime Minister... Uhhhh!"

Before he finished speaking, Ilsa suddenly picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, and put the plate into his arms. Without giving him a chance to explain, Ilsa pushed him and the biscuit out together. Don't see Isa if you eat Biga!"

The next moment, Shino saw Louis being sent out the door by Ilsa.

Hino turned around, and saw Ilsa looking at him in surprise, "Then why did that come here?"

Hino was shaken for a moment, but turned around quickly, reached out to pick up a biscuit baked by Louis without hesitation, and bit it down!

He wondered if the cookies were really better than his own, or if Ilsa was just trying to encourage Luis in the first place.

However, the familiar taste of the biscuits made Xinuo feel at a loss for a moment, and then his eyes froze, thinking everything through!

This biscuit tastes exactly like the one he baked!

No kind encouragement at all!

Little Fat Dragon said at first that he prefers to eat Louis' biscuits, it must be because Louis baked the biscuits he taught to taste less delicious than Louis's original ones!

The moment the elf curled her lips and turned her head to stare at her, Ilsa realized that all the "Na Na biscuits" these years were eaten in vain.

In the empty corridor of the palace, the young dragon and the elf looked at each other silently.

In a trance, time and space seem to go back to the Snow Deer Palace more than ten years ago——

The immature-faced elf chased the ball-shaped baby dragon several floors, but still couldn't finish feeding the biscuits in his hand.

Fortunately, Grandma Bonnie came to the door cheerfully holding the cheesecake she made by herself in time, and Xiao Panglong sat on the chair obediently and finished dinner.

On the side, Hino thanked Grandma Bonnie for her care, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

After Grandma Bonnie left, Xinuo picked up the little fat dragon and washed his face.

As if talking to himself, Hino stared at the biscuits he baked at the corner of the table, and murmured, "Even if I add a lot of Ilsa's favorite fruit pulp, it still doesn't taste good when baked, although I'm sorry it's always troublesome." Grandma Bonnie, but Ilsa would be so pitiful if only a clumsy elf like me was by her side."

He laughed at himself, put down the little fat dragon, and got up to wash the plates, knives and forks.

When he returned to the restaurant, Hino was caught off guard by the scene before him——

Little Fat Dragon didn't know when the whole dragon climbed onto the table and devoured the plate of biscuits he baked!

Hearing his footsteps, the chubby big face raised the plate and turned to look at him. The little fat dragon proudly raised his fat head and began to flick his tail vigorously at him.

……

In the memory, even the biscuit crumbs on that chubby face was clearly remembered by Xinuo, but at this moment, the chubby dragon has grown into a teenager and found a more palatable biscuit.

Well, from now on...

"I don't need to study how to make better biscuits anymore!" Hino realized in surprise!

"What?" Ilsa intuited that something terrible was happening.

Hino walked around Ilsa angrily, walked into the side room, turned around abruptly, squinted at the dragon boy who no longer needed elf biscuits, and asked sourly, "Can I talk to you about official business? Your Highness? It's not in a hurry, you can discuss with our most outstanding new dessert chef for a while to improve the biscuits."

Ilsa immediately strode forward, and seriously emphasized to Prime Minister Elf, "Even if Grandma Bonnie is standing here, you can't say anything about the most outstanding pastry chef in front of that."

"Hmph." Hino folded his arms and bowed his head in reply.

"Are you angry?" Ilsa asked with despair in her eyes.

This gesture of the elf means being angry.

"What can I be angry about?" Hino shrugged pretending to be indifferent, "I can be lazy if you find better biscuits, that's good."

"Really?" Ilsa smiled innocently.

"Of course." Hino brought up the matter. "By the way, I'm here to tell you that in a few days I'm going to the outer island to meet Prime Minister Xuelu, and Claude, Mira and Tyron will accompany me."

Ilsa's innocent smile froze for a moment, and after a while, she said in a deep voice, "He, Tai, Lun?"