Eric, a former soldier, wholeheartedly agreed with Vincent's point of view.
In his eyes, politicians, no matter where they are, are all talk and no action; when faced with a gun, they all have to shut up.
A foolish minister like Fudge would have to behave himself if he opened Pandora's box.
The father and son chatted casually for a while, and soon they smelled a slightly pungent Sichuan peppercorn aroma, followed by the rich fragrance of fermented soybean paste.
Vincent glanced curiously at the kitchen. "Dad, it seems the ladies are making great progress. This smells amazing!"
Eric closed his eyes and took a deep sniff. "Chinese food is so appealing. Just the smell alone makes you want to eat it."
Sichuan Cuisine emphasizes numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant flavors, with a focus on the diverse flavors of each dish.
Vincent, with his expectations at the top of his lungs, sent out Gu Gu to gather intelligence, and the goofball brought back news of beef and tofu.
If I'm not mistaken, it should be two classic Sichuan Cuisine: Water Boiled Beef and Mapo Tofu.
The father and son sat obediently at the dining table, and before long, Evelyn came out of the kitchen carrying a plate.
She placed the Water Boiled Beef on the table, and in the instant she turned to go back, she caught a glimpse of Eric's outstretched hand.
She coughed softly.
Eric quickly pulled his hand back. "Honey, what am I doing..."
"Stop explaining, come in and prepare the tableware."
Vincent shook his head and sighed as he watched his father's retreating figure.
The tragedy of middle-aged men.
He followed her into the kitchen and approached Hermione, who was still busy.
"Is it not ready yet?"
She stopped stirring the food with her spatula and said, "Almost done."
Vincent looked at the Sweet and Sour Ribs in the pot.
It's been stir-fried until it's caramelized; it looks like it'll taste delicious.
Hermione picked up a piece of pork rib with her chopsticks and held it to his mouth as he stared at her expectantly. "Here, be careful, it's hot."
Under Eric's resentful gaze as he held the cutlery, Vincent opened his mouth and ate the rib in one bite.
"How does it taste?"
"I think it tastes especially delicious."
Hermione turned off the stove and helped him plate the Sweet and Sour Ribs.
Rinne rolled her eyes.
Although she was prepared, she still felt very uncomfortable with this sudden display of affection.
She's a cooking teacher... but who can blame her for being beautiful and kind-hearted?
The Wayne family's dining table today is particularly strange.
On the left are a sweet young couple, and on the right are an old married couple who are freezing cold.
Rinne, caught in the middle, was in a particularly difficult position.
Fortunately, Eric quickly cheered Evelyn up, but this only made things worse.
She glanced to her left.
Are you not using your hands properly? It's just a home-cooked meal, do you really need to feed each other?
She looked to her right again.
They've been married for over ten years, how come their sweet talk is still so cheesy?
Dating? Marriage?
You can be fine on your own!
Rinne filled a large bowl with food and then ate it with relish.
"Burp—" Perhaps she had eaten too much, she let out a burp somewhat uncharacteristically.
She cautiously looked to her left and right, and realized that they hadn't noticed her at all.
Let's channel our grief and anger into our appetite; we must eat to our hearts' content today!
After lunch, Rinne sat on the sofa, holding her slightly protruding belly.
Eric and Evelyn were clearing the table, Vincent and Hermione sat opposite her making tea.
The delicate fragrance of jasmine gently wafted into her nostrils.
It must be admitted that the Britain really love tea.
Hermione placed the freshly brewed Jasmine Black Tea in front of her. "Rinne, thank you so much for today. Please take care of me in the future."
Rinne picked up her teacup. "No, it's you and Aunt Evelyn who learn quickly. I actually helped you in some ways too."
That's true. Hermione learned exceptionally quickly, probably because she had a solid foundation from her previous Chinese cooking classes.
Vincent took a small sip of the Jasmine Black Tea, where the floral aroma and tea flavor blended perfectly.
"By the way, Rinne, there's something I need to tell you."
He revealed his plan to broadcast the Quidditch World Cup.
Rinne frowned the whole time, only smiling after she finished listening.
Although she couldn't understand the importance of the Magical Communicator, the fact that it could be upgraded later by adding relevant alchemical components was already quite advanced.
No matter how wildly imaginative the Alchemy Association may be, at most they are only drawing inspiration from Muggle technology.
As the Magical Communicator gradually integrates all its functions, the Magical Base Station indeed becomes less important.
Rinne's expression turned serious. "All we need to do is obtain the exclusive operating rights for mobile communications, right?"
"Yes, I will open the interface of the Magical Base Station, but if you want to get a piece of this pie, you must use the alchemical components we produce."
It's a perfectly legitimate, overt scheme, and one that's impossible to refuse.
It's okay to earn less; taking control of the future is the most important thing.
When Eric and Evelyn came out of the kitchen, they were still discussing some related details.
Asia is just too big. It would take an unknown amount of time just to deal with that great Eastern country, and the average person in that other continental superpower has a rather abnormal thought process.
Vincent winked at Rinne. "I have a way to solve one of them."
"What method?"
Under the watchful eyes of several large eyes, he mysteriously reached out towards the stairs and caught the Mithril Briefcase that Accio.
When he took out the first item, everyone gasped in surprise.
It's a blue and white porcelain piece, and it's the same style as the British Museum.
Hermione snapped back to reality.
When they were hunting Peter Pettigrew, they accidentally destroyed several of the artifacts inside.
In retrospect, those artifacts were likely switched by Vincent using the Time-Turner beforehand, and the Ministry of Magic only restored fakes he created with Transfiguration.
Vincent put the blue and white porcelain back into the suitcase. "The wizards of that great country have very close ties with the Muggle government. The artifacts inside are a token of our sincerity, and we should be able to negotiate a cooperation smoothly."
Rinne's breathing quickened. "Where did you get all this stuff?"
The British Museum.
Apart from Hermione, the Wayne and she couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The collection there is all the pride of Britain, although it also represents the ugly and barbaric side of humanity.
Vincent not only dared to secretly switch the items, but he even dared to cooperate by returning them.
That's incredibly audacious.
Rinne trembled as she took a sip of Jasmine Black Tea to calm herself. "Alright, I'll leave the India matter to my father. That should be enough time for the qualifiers."
The great nation on the subcontinent doesn't have a good reputation; it's said that even the male wizards are like monkeys in heat, though they're much better off than male Muggle.
Girls really shouldn't go to places like this, even if she could easily take down a dozen or so.
Having finished discussing the matter, Rinne should head back now.
Before she left, Vincent said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I disturbed your travel plans."
Rinne rolled her eyes at him. "I've bothered you from the very beginning, okay?"
If a chance encounter counts, then it certainly does.
Vincent and Hermione watched with smiles as she angrily climbed into the car from their doorstep.
With a loud roar of its engine, the burgundy GT-R disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.