"Seventy servings?!!!"
Harry, who could not keep up with Luna's pace, adjusted his glasses. Although he wanted to taste the Scottish eggs, the hunger in his stomach had begun to subside after hearing so much. He worriedly touched the coins in his bag and looked at the wand on Snape's waist that the Muggle would not care about. Finally, he took out a few gold coins and held them in his hand, preparing to use them to pay after casting the Confusion Spell.
Snape's lips twitched but he pressed them tightly. He crossed his arms in front of the Snape to prevent himself from mocking them. Now that he had not gotten the stone, no matter what these brats wanted to do, Snape planned to play along with them to prevent them from finding any excuses to delay. He now completely believed that this farce had nothing to do with Ravenclaw. It was just Allen's way of satisfying his own hobby.
The owner happily scooped up three half-boiled eggs that were chilled in ice water and covered them with a thin layer of cheese powder. After that, he skillfully dug out a large pile of meat, skinless sausage meat, onion, parsley, and various spices and wrapped them evenly. He then rubbed them back into the shape of eggs with his hands. After that, he dipped the eggs into a thick layer of cheese powder and soaked them in the yolk liquid. After that, he added cornflakes and crumbled bread and rolled them a few times before finally putting them into a pan of salad oil and began to fry them.
Allen was surprised at the beginning. He rolled his eyes and knew Luna's plan without communicating with her. He also went up to the owner and praised, "This is more professional than the tavern near my house …"
"There are many kinds of dishes in the tavern. It's not as professional as the one I specialize in." The owner responded proudly when he heard the praise. He flipped the eggs in the pan to prevent them from sticking to the pan. He then looked up at Allen and noticed his appearance. He looked at his handsome but strange skin color and said sympathetically, "Boy, stand closer. There's no sun here … But please worry about your little pet. Don't let her feathers fall … Otherwise, the Ministry of Health will come after me …"
"Uh … thank you." Allen was stunned for a moment before realizing that Muggle must have thought that he was an albino and that he couldn't stay in the sun for too long. He didn't try to explain himself but went along with Muggle's good intentions. He swapped places with Anka on his shoulder and walked a few steps forward. "It's close to the subway station, the museum, and the polytechnic institute … Boss, you've chosen a good location. Your business must be good."
"In the morning, my customers were college students. At noon, my customers were mainly tourists who came to the museum. After a while, they were the rich people who got off work. Although I spent a lot of money for this seat, the money I earned was much more than what I earned when I was working as a social worker in the company." The boss was pleased with himself. He flipped the Scotch egg over again. "The most important thing is that you have more freedom now. Let me tell you, back then, I couldn't stand being controlled by my boss at work … Boy, you have good taste. If there's a chance, I suggest you start your own business after you graduate to avoid being exploited by those capitalists …
"I'll consider it." Allen, who was also a wizard capitalist, felt a little awkward. He looked at the egg in the pan and changed the topic. "Can't you fry more at once?"
"My pan is only this big. I can only fry three portions at once. If I fry too much, it won't be evenly fried … I don't know how to fry a lot at once … It's hard to control the heat and the taste won't be good …" The boss didn't even look up as he took out the fried Scotch egg one by one.
The boss didn't use a knife. Instead, he skillfully cut the egg with a string. The golden yolk inside flowed out like a candy core. He placed the cut egg into a cardboard box and stuffed it with many side dishes. There were roasted red tomatoes, green broccoli boiled in salt water, and some French fries …
"Little girl, here …" The boss didn't give it to Allen. He seemed to be afraid that he would cut the line. Instead, he asked Luna to pass the box to him. "Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when you bring it back."
After that, the bald boss proceeded to make a second serving. When he was about to hand it to the albino boy, he looked up and saw that it was the bespectacled high school student who took the second serving. The little girl, who was immersed in the delicious food, was leaning on the boy who had just talked to her and enjoyed the same food.
The bald boss watched Allen cut a piece of the fried eggs he made from time to time to feed the birds. He also saw how Allen and the little girl were showing off their affection for each other. The bald boss, who was still single, pursed his lips. He suppressed his dissatisfaction with the open-mindedness of high school students and continued to focus on fried eggs.
By the time the rapper Snape started eating unwillingly with a straight face, there were more and more people around the station. It was almost time to knock off, and the number of people exiting the station was getting denser. The rising smoke, the sizzling sound of frying, and the aroma attracted the footsteps of many pedestrians.
A young man with both hands in his pockets walked over from the side of the road and said without even raising his head, "Tom, get me two servings … My girlfriend went crazy today and wants to cook again … I need something to fill my stomach first …"
"Erm … Little girl …" The boss stopped what he was doing and looked up at Luna and the others to make sure they were eating. "Do you think I can give …"
"I ordered first." Luna looked up with her eyes wide open. Her sweet voice suddenly sounded.
The customer looked at Luna who was engrossed in the Scottish egg. He was too embarrassed to cut the line in front of such a gluttonous and cute girl. "Tom, you fried her first. I'm early today. This is nothing. You haven't even started to line up …"
"Mo Fen … This little girl is probably from a tour group. She ordered 70 sets …" The boss said awkwardly. He didn't stop what he was doing and continued to wrap the egg. "I'm sorry, it will take a while … I suggest you go to Marvolo and buy a sandwich. Otherwise, your girlfriend will definitely find out if you take too long …"
The customer was a little surprised when he heard that the boss ordered 70 sets. However, after hearing the boss's suggestion, he nodded in agreement. He then maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and said, "It's okay, Tom. I'll come again tomorrow …"
The bald boss sighed in relief and said guiltily, "It's my treat tomorrow."
The customer waved his hand and walked forward. However, he couldn't help but look at the packed Scottish egg on Luna's table.
Luna's mouth was still chewing when she looked up at her daughter. The originally expressionless Helena's cold mask seemed to have cracked. She opened her eyes wide in shock and turned to look at her mother. Her mouth was slightly open.
"Sir, if you really want to eat, we can sell you a few sets …" Helena stopped the young man mechanically. Her voice didn't fluctuate.
The young man was also a little confused by the sudden change. He looked at the tall woman and was a little embarrassed by her beautiful face.
"Miss, thank you so much."
The young man's voice was a little hoarse. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore so he quickly took out six yuan from his pocket and put it on the table in front of Luna that Helena pointed at. He then took the two boxes of bombs from the table and rushed away.
The boss in the dining car was also a little confused as he looked at Helena. He thought that she was a model who hadn't eaten in order to maintain her figure. He smacked his lips and felt that there was something wrong with her kind behavior.
Harry didn't say anything and just watched the situation unfold. He didn't know what was going on. Snape looked at the female ghost with narrowed eyes. He didn't think that the Ravenclaw ghost who had lived in the Hogwarts Castle for thousands of years would be kind to a female ghost who didn't even want to talk to other academies. He thought that Ravenclaw was more lacking in sympathy than Slytherin.
After a while, another guest arrived, and the same thing happened.
"Hmm?"
The bald boss was stunned when he saw three yuan more on Luna's table. The half-wrapped egg in his hand fell into the bowl full of meat fillings. He hurriedly picked up the egg and looked up to see Allen pass a box of Scottish eggs to the customer who paid the bill. The bald boss's eyes bulged.
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