The Wayne family had Chinese food for lunch today.
Under Vincent's utterly astonished gaze, Hermione, wearing an apron, walked into the kitchen with Evelyn.
He stared blankly at Eric and asked, "Dad, when did their relationship become so good?"
"We should be going to a Chinese cuisine cooking class together these next few days."
"Huh?" Vincent looked surprised. "They went together?"
"You didn't know?" Eric looked enlightened. "Tsk tsk—you're quite lucky, aren't you?"
Vincent, belatedly realizing what was happening, finally understood.
Evelyn started cooking Chinese food because of Hermione.
Mutual giving and mutual support are the most comfortable relationships between people.
Eric patted his shoulder gently. "Cherish her. She's a good girl."
Vincent glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen and unconsciously grinned foolishly.
Perhaps it touched a soft spot in his heart; he now feels immense satisfaction and happiness, like a child who has received two pieces of candy.
Eric shook his head and walked away.
The family's mentally challenged son is so lucky; his father is incredibly envious.
After a simple yet cozy lunch, Vincent drove Hermione out for a drive.
In June, London's streets are bustling with people and tourists from all over the world, making traffic jams a common occurrence.
So what if you drive Bugatti? The Rolls-Royces and Mercedes in front of you are still stuck in traffic.
Even with Vincent's exceptional driving skills, he was still stumped by the dense traffic.
He looked at the long line of cars ahead and said, "Mr. Weasley's idea is really practical. I want to own a car that can not only fly but also become invisible."
Hermione remembered the metal boots he had brought that morning. "Wouldn't Flying Boots be more convenient?"
Vincent gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Mechanics are a man's romance. I will definitely build my dream car that can go to the sky, go underground, and go to the sea."
His eyes were shining, and Hermione stared at him for a long time, mesmerized.
She looked away shyly. "Yeah, Flying Boots are too conspicuous. Cars are much more practical."
Vincent nodded silently. "The wizards' living standards are too low. If it weren't for the restrictions of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, I wouldn't have had the chance to invent these things."
Even Muggle can use technology to imagine holographic projections, while wizards can only use magic to imagine even more imaginative ideas.
However, due to the restrictions of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, these imaginative ideas that would expose the Wizarding World have all gone unnoticed or even disappeared completely into the annals of history.
Until Vincent appeared.
However, sooner or later, he will also be subject to the restrictions of the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy".
Just as Hermione was pondering what he would do in the future, the traffic jam ahead finally began to move slowly forward.
Vincent lightly pressed the accelerator, closely following the Rolls-Royce.
The sapphire blue Bugatti slowly drove out of London.
He glanced at Hermione, who was still deep in thought, and considerately rolled down the car window to let the air circulate.
Perhaps because her breathing had become much easier, she quickly stopped thinking and quietly watched Vincent, who was focused on driving.
The repeal of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is no less difficult than Britain, and even if the Ministry of Magic takes the lead, it would require the consent of the majority of wizards.
Grindelwald once tried to repeal the law by becoming president of the International Confederation of Wizards, but his ruthless methods ultimately led to his failure.
Although Vincent's personality was not as radical Dumbledore's, he was not as mild-mannered either.
One can imagine that the Wizarding World will undergo a transformation, but Hermione, as a witness and even a participant, said nothing, simply watching Vincent quietly.
As if responding to her burning gaze, he suddenly floored the accelerator and sped off on the highway.
Hermione's lips curled up slightly; she felt no danger whatsoever and even enjoyed the thrill of speed.
From the initial trepidation of accompanying him on his first nighttime stroll to the current carefree and unrestrained enjoyment, she knows that in the future, she will only need to do one thing: wholeheartedly trust him.
As evening approached, the bright blue Bugatti, which had been speeding all afternoon, finally returned to London.
He'll probably get a lot of tickets, but Vincent isn't worried at all.
The car is registered under his father's name, so he can't be fined.
After returning from Nurmengard, his mindset and behavior underwent a significant change.
Hermione, who gently took his hand as she got out of the car, felt pretty good.
There's no need to overthink external factors; just live according to what makes you most comfortable.
It's just a pity for Eric, the father.
Last time it was a credit card bill, this time it's a traffic ticket, and who knows what the next one will be.
Hermione couldn't help but smile.
She took Vincent's arm and walked into the Eggplant Restaurant.
The lobby manager, JP, recognized the two of them at a glance.
The young couple were dressed casually today and seemed quite relaxed.
He stepped forward to greet them warmly, saying, "Welcome, Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger."
The two were led to the second floor and sat at the same table near the floor-to-ceiling windows as before.
"Shall we leave the decision of dinner to Chef Ramsey tonight?"
Hermione nodded toward Vincent.
JP smiled wryly, "It's really unfortunate, our head chef is off today."
"I see..." Hermione said with a hint of regret.
Vincent winked at JP, signaling him to come over and whisper a few words.
My girlfriend has thoughtfully started learning Chinese cooking, so how can I, as her boyfriend, not reciprocate?
"Mr. Wayne?"
"I'd like to use your kitchen."
JP readily agreed.
To maintain the mystery, Vincent made an excuse that he needed to tour the kitchen before deciding on tonight's menu.
Hermione, who was sitting alone at the table, was not left out; JP arranged for a pianist and violinist to play music for her.
The head chef of Eggplant Restaurant is a notoriously strict "Hell's Kitchen" chef, who maintains consistently high standards even in the kitchen.
Clean, tidy, and efficient – that was Vincent's first impression upon entering the kitchen.
Even when Chef Ramsey is not present, the chefs can still prepare meals in an orderly manner under the leadership of the sous chef.
It's a shame we didn't get to hear his characteristic British-accented sarcasm, but he's already rolled up his sleeves, put on his apron, and is ready to get down to business.
Blanch the fresh mushrooms in boiling water, then remove them and quickly slice them with a knife.
Pour the butter into the pot and bring it to a boil. Then add the chopped onions, corn kernels, and sliced mushrooms.
While waiting, select two tomatoes and slice them very thinly along with the buffalo mozzarella. Then, arrange them on a plate in the order of tomatoes, basil leaves, and cheese, and finally drizzle some Italy vinegar on top.
The simple salad was just finished, and the cream of mushroom soup in the pot was ready too.
The entire meal took less than 5 minutes. Although it was just two ordinary appetizers in the eyes of busy chefs, Vincent's cooking was so smooth and beautiful that it was as pleasing to the eye as their head chef's.