"Huh?"
Meg and Amy turned around at the same time and looked at Irina in surprise.
"It can't be eaten? Such a big snail must have a lot of meat. "Amy looked at the big snail in her hand with a look of pity.
"It can't be eaten?"
Meg's expression was a little stiff. After all, he had just said that this was an edible snail, but now he was being denied by Irina.
But after all, Irina was an elf, so she definitely knew more about small animals than he did.
Under the third tree, the System should be talking about this snail. Could it be that the System was trying to cheat him of his money?
"You can try," Irina said to Meg with a smile.
"That won't be necessary."
Meg was not interested in snails, and if the meat was sour, then it would be even worse. Just imagining the taste made him feel nauseous.
"What a pity." Amy casually threw the big snail into the snow outside the yard. She had already seen the places where it had crawled on the tree, leaving behind mucus that had corroded the bark.
"Then Mother, what kind of snails are edible?" Amy asked Irina curiously.
"There are thousands of types of snails in The Wind Forest, but most of them are inedible. Some of them are highly poisonous, but there are also some that are edible. After cooking, they have a pretty good taste."
Irina walked around the yard as she spoke, and finally stopped under the third osmanthus tree. She bent down and picked up a small gray snail from the bottom of the trunk.
"Here, this is a limestone snail. Although it looks ordinary, it is actually very nutritious. We just need to break off its shell and bite off its head to eat it directly."
"Wow, an edible snail! I found it! "Amy happily took the snail from Irina's phone.
"So it was hidden under the tree."
Meg suddenly realized that the System was not lying to him, but he had preconceived that the snail from before was the target.
But …
Looking at the coin-sized snail in Amy's hand, it was not much bigger than a field snail.
"Wait a minute." Meg reached out to stop Amy, who was about to bite off the snail's head.
As a father, he really could not sit back and watch Amy eat the snail raw.
"Father, do you want to eat it too?" Amy looked up at Meg and hesitated for a moment, then smiled and handed the snail in her hand to him. "Here."
Mag was touched by such a filial scene between a father and a daughter.
But he still rejected the snail, and shook his head with a smile, and said, "You can eat this snail, but we don't have to eat it.. look, it's all alone in the snow. It's so pitiful, it's all alone........ put it all....
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For a moment, Meg could not find a reason to reject her.
"Raw snails don't taste good. We elves only eat raw snails when we're hungry." Irina took the snail from Amy's hand and put it back on the tree.
Meg raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly. Sure enough, he still needed a dignified mother.
"How can one be enough? Next time when we go back to the forest, I'll take you to catch more. You can eat to your heart's content," Irina said with a smile as she patted Amy's head.
"Okay, okay!" Amy immediately nodded happily.
"Ah, this …"
Meg felt that he had made a mistake.
"Okay, since you're all up, let's have breakfast first," Meg said, then turned and went into the house.
Anne had already come downstairs, and she was still holding the new picture album that she had drawn overnight last night.
It was still the story of the mermaid. The previous one had been taken away by Xi Xi, so this child had drawn it again.
"Hmm, I didn't expect the previous one to be so good. There's still room for improvement." Meg flipped through it and was a little surprised.
The content had not changed much, but the style had become more mature, and the details were almost perfect. It was like an exquisite work of art.
Anne's talent in drawing and the advantages of being a tentacle monster were perfectly displayed.
If it were another cartoonist, even if they were given a month, they would not be able to draw such a perfect picture book, let alone one night.
Anne smiled shyly and did not say anything, but it was obvious that she was very happy.
After breakfast, Meg continued to deal with the snails.
"Is this a water snail?" Irina asked curiously as she stood at the side with a cup of water and looked at the snail in front of Meg.
"No, this is a snail, not a snail." Meg sternly corrected the snail's name.
If it was a snail, he really would not be able to suck it.
"I think it's more or less the same. It's all the same shell with circles of whorls." Irina did not think much of it.
"But this is indeed not a snail. If the snail was stir-fried with chili, it would taste very good." Meg finished peeling the last of the snails, then carefully washed them with clean water several times to make sure that all the dirt had been washed away.
The well-peeled snail just happened to reach the innards. After washing it a few times with clean water, it was clean.
Only with such a snail could he boldly suck it with ease.
The cleaned snails were placed in the fridge. It was not a good time to eat snails in the morning, and he had to go out for a while.
Before Meg could go out, there was a knock on the door.
Meg opened the door. It was the intermediary, and Tip was here.
"Hello, Mr. Hades. I hope I'm not disturbing you by coming to see you so early." Fitch stood outside the door and looked at Meg with a face full of smiles.
Ever since he had seen through Mr. Hades's scheme, his admiration for Mr. Hades was like a torrential river flowing endlessly.
In the past few days, there had been an endless stream of customers who had come to inquire about shop rentals, and the door of the intermediary agency had almost been trampled to pieces.
Fitch held the power of attorney for half of the shops on Romo Street, and this was the first time he had experienced what it felt like to have power in his hands.
Even his boss had invited him to his house, but he had declined with the excuse that he was too busy with work.
He really was too busy …
Every day, he would take customers to look at the shops until late into the night. He had already received no less than 100 letters of intent, many of which were from famous shops in Rodu.
It was quite clear that under the influence of the twin stars of the Titan Tavern and Saipan Tavern, a new high-level business district was brewing.
And he was going to be a participant in history. This made him very excited.
"That's alright, I was just about to go out. What's the matter?" Meg nodded slightly as he looked at Fitch.
Fitch hurriedly said, "It's like this. You asked me to review the qualifications of the merchants who want to rent shops, and I've already received 108 letters of intent, many of which are very capable merchants. Also, they have all offered decent rental rates, so I wanted to talk to you and see if I could confirm some of the merchants."
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