Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Qiu looked confused as she listened to Glenn's sudden change of accent.

The stall owner skillfully wiped off the remaining dough from the round iron plate and poured two spoonfuls of batter on it.

As soon as the batter comes into contact with the hot iron plate, there is a soft "chi" sound, and a faint green smoke rises, exuding a burst of aroma of mung bean noodles.

The eldest sister quickly put down the spoon with the batter, picked up a bamboo scraper that looked like a bamboo dragonfly, put it on the batter and gently turned it, and a round pancake was immediately spread out.

"It's amazing!" Qiu, who saw pancakes spread for the first time, opened her eyes in surprise and praised.

The stall owner looked up at her with a smile, but kept moving her hands.

An egg is beaten and solidified. The half-moon-shaped spatula is quickly rotated along the edge of the pancake. Holding one end with one hand, the pancake can be easily turned over with a little help from the spatula.

Qiu was even more shocked: "You... aren't this hot?"

"After working for so many years, I'm used to it." The eldest sister brushed the sauce evenly on the cake surface, put two fried dough sticks on it, and explained with a smile.

For experienced hands, making pancakes is so simple.

It only took a few minutes to put the two sets of pancakes and fruits into plastic bags.

"Thank you." Glenn took the handed bag and asked, "How much is the total?"

"One for two with eggs, two for two." The eldest sister wiped the iron plate and said without raising her head.

Before leaving, Glenn specifically asked Lu Changqing to borrow some change. He immediately took out a small handful of banknotes from his pocket and counted out two pieces worth one yuan and one piece worth fifty cents.

In China before time travel, cash was almost no longer needed. A mobile phone could solve all payment problems; and living in Diagon Alley, there was no need to use banknotes. After many years, I once again experienced this kind of counting change at the stall.

The feeling of money actually made him feel a little nostalgic.

"Two dollars and a half, here you go."

The eldest sister pointed to an old-fashioned aluminum lunch box placed in the corner of the cart and said, "Put it there and just change it yourself."

Glenn took back a dime from the lunch box and asked Qiu to leave the stall.

The two walked a little further and found a bench under the shade of a tree to sit down.

"Which one do you want?" Glenn raised the two bags in his hands to Qiu.

Qiu thought for a while and asked, "Is there any difference between the two?"

"There's not much difference." Glenn replied, "This fruit will be slightly crispier."

"Then I want this."

Obviously, even though Qiu grew up in the UK, pancake fruit has obviously conquered her Chinese stomach. Under the leadership of Glenn, the exquisite mixed-race girl has long ignored her image and sat in the shade of a tree and ate from a plastic bag.

Delicious snacks inside.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?" Glenn finished off the last bit of pancake crust in a few bites, crumpled the greasy plastic bag into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Qiu is a girl after all, and even if she gives up her elegance, it will be difficult to keep up with his eating speed.

"It's delicious, but a little salty." She nodded and said vaguely.

"Salty?" Glenn glanced around and quickly noticed the canteen on the street. He immediately stood up and said, "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

He walked quickly across the street and entered the canteen.

"Two bottles of Shanhaiguan, thank you!"

Shanhaiguan, a soda brand born in Tianjin and Hong Kong, has a history of nearly a hundred years from 1902 to this time. It is affectionately called "Big Orange Soda" by people born in the 1970s and 1980s in Tianjin and Hong Kong.

The boss nodded, opened the buzzing old freezer, opened the various popsicles on the upper floor, and took out two bottles of orange glass bottle soda.

"Two yuan, just return the bottle to me after you drink it."

This is the case with glass bottle drinks in this era. The price is only one yuan, but the bottle needs to be returned.

"Okay." Glenn nodded, "I'll sit across from you for a while and bring it back to you after you finish the drink."

He was afraid that Qiu would be impatient with the wait, so he hurriedly paid and left.

The boss put the money in the drawer and when he looked up again to speak, he was gone.

"Hey? Where is the person?" He looked out the window and saw that Glenn had walked away, so he had no choice but to shake his head and put the bottle screwdriver in his hand back on the table.

It had been many years since he had drank soda like this, and Glenn had already forgotten about opening the bottle. He didn't realize it until he returned to Qiu.

However, it's just a bottle cap, so how can it be so rare to live in an excellent wizard?

He had already inquired about the information from Lu Changqing. China did not have any regulations similar to the British Ministry of Magic that prohibited underage wizards from using magic outside of school.

He didn't even pull out his wand, he just waved his hand and the bottle cap popped open with a pop and flew directly into the trash can.

“Try it!”

Qiu took the soda from Glenn and took a sip.

Obviously, compared to the pumpkin juice that wizards often drink, the taste of carbonated drinks is obviously more exciting, and even butter beer is far behind.

"Does it taste good?" Glenn also took a big sip and asked with a smile.

"Well, it tastes much better than I thought." Qiu's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

As Lu Xun said, no one can resist the temptation of carbonated drinks, even wizards.

Pancakes, fruit and soda are just a hasty lunch, but the real meal comes in the evening.

Glenn and Qiu wandered around the neighborhood until they returned to the small building in the evening, and happened to meet Lu Changqing who came to invite them to dinner.

Dinner was arranged in the private room on the second floor of the association canteen, which is also a place specially used to receive guests.

Although Liu Tao has long since lost his nominal position, due to his prestige and status, the association and research institute still retain his independent office, and naturally he has the right to use private rooms to entertain guests.

When Glenn and the others arrived at the private room, he had already arrived in advance and was waiting, with two bottles of Bianfeng Pot's wine in front of him.

"When I went to Europe before, everyone said that the whiskey in Scotland was delicious. This time you have to try the good wine here." He asked a few people to sit down and said to Newt, "Of course, little guys.

You can have a taste if you like, but don’t drink more!”

Several cold dishes have been placed on the table, and hot dishes are also being served one after another.

Bazhen tofu, roasted sea cucumber with green onions, stir-fried shrimps, jumping carp...

These are all famous dishes in Glenn's memory.

"Bazhen Tofu originates from Shandong cuisine. After being introduced to Tianjin and Hong Kong, it has experienced..."

Lu Changqing poured wine for each of them and introduced the origins and methods of these dishes one by one.

At this time, the door was pushed open again, and a plate of steamed river crabs was brought to the table.

"Try it quickly!" Liu Tao greeted quickly, "The river crabs from Qilihai, especially in this season, are full of fat and fat. I guarantee that you will never forget them after eating them once."