Mother Polly always said that people who understood food knew how to live better and find happiness more easily. No matter when, never forget to reward yourself with good food.
Honestly, hearing those words, Tiger felt like his mother was glowing all over.
You know, this was Britain—Mother Polly's words were like an angel singing scripture in hell.
Of course, for this woman who dared face hell directly, Tiger would always unconditionally agree with everything she said...
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Brilliant sunlight streamed through tower windows.
Tiger shouldered the Winchester, leading the sweat-drenched Slytherins back to the castle.
Unable to stand the heat, he casually unbuttoned his shirt collar, the half-open shirt hanging somewhat loose.
Sweat dripped from his black hair, trailing down his collarbone and chest, finally disappearing into his pale skin.
His broad, upright back stood tall and imposing, sleeves rolled up, revealing solid forearm muscles with visible veins.
The shark-gill-like muscle lines at his waist were especially obvious under his damp shirt.
Wild, fierce hormonal presence hit them full force.
The older Slytherin girls walking behind Tiger flushed red, nearly suffocating.
Surrounded by aristocratic pretty boys, when had they ever seen such blood-pumping wildness?
Indeed, what was written in books versus seeing it firsthand were completely different things!
Lisa's eyes trembled wildly, her breathing growing heavier, the Quick-Quotes Quill hidden on her slowly floating out.
Screw Weasley and Brothers!
Screw Hufflepuff Animagus and the Whomping Willow!
Screw Cedric and His Poltergeist Roommate!
Screw Timayat and the Pharaoh's Mummy! Screw Dumbledore and You-Know-Who!
Screw Hagrid and the Centaurs!
After mentally raging through all four Houses' handsome tragic heroes, plus human and non-human alike, the yellow-hearted white girl Lisa roared frantically in her mind.
This was a man! (s°□°)s
She was going to write about a real man!
"Hold me up, Riley..."
Gemma Farley's breathing grew rapid as she gripped the arm beside her tightly.
Her cool eyes dropped in panic, long lashes trembling slightly, not daring to look at Tiger again.
Riley Shafiq, cheeks slightly red, leaned over to support her friend, taking deep breaths continuously.
Damn it, her legs were getting weak too...
After brief chaos, the Slytherin students hurried back to their dormitories, changed clothes, and collectively entered the Great Hall.
Seeing Tiger's wild physique now concealed under wizard robes, the girls showed inexplicable regret.
Compared to usual quiet seriousness, the long formation held more vitality and joy unique to teenagers.
Exhilarating satisfaction mixed with muscle soreness and fatigue, creating an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
Most importantly, they'd never anticipated food this much—they were truly starving...
"One apple pie."
"A glass of orange juice... wait..."
"And bacon and eggs."
Draco Malfoy sat down eagerly. Starving, he ordered nearly half again his usual amount.
However, the long table before him showed no response. Other Slytherins noticed the same thing.
"Oh God, not like this!"
"Hurry... hurry..."
"I'm going to starve..."
"Damn house-elves..."
Unbearable wails rose and fell.
Only Head Girl Gemma Farley sat elegantly at the long table, ignoring surrounding noise and complaints, her gaze tenderly fixated across the table.
"..."
Though Tiger's brow furrowed slightly, the fierce light under his glasses seemed pulled by invisible threads, unconsciously drifting toward the Head Girl across from him.
As they say, love fills the stomach.
Noticing Tiger's somewhat gentle gaze, the aristocratic girl's heart filled completely—sweeter than honey. How could she feel hungry?
"You... never mind..."
Tiger started to speak, then stopped.
Right now, he felt like he'd eaten chocolate-flavored cat shit—disgusting yet unable to stop savoring it.
Motherfucker!
This feeling was too damn raw!
Helplessly, he waved dismissively at Head Boy Bersted, then covered his face and closed his eyes.
After several breaths, this indescribable flutter in his heart gradually calmed...
Getting Father's signal, Atlantis Bersted nodded slightly, then stood and tapped his crystal glass.
With the crisp sound, the Slytherin table suddenly quieted.
Realizing everyone was looking their way, Riley Shafiq quickly tugged her best friend's sleeve. Gemma Farley blinked, slowly coming back to herself.
Realizing what she'd done, her delicate, pale ears quickly flushed pink, unable to fade for a long time.
The sound of grinding teeth quietly arose...
"Slytherins."
"To praise your perseverance and determination, Father has specially prepared a gift."
"Today, no need to order..."
As soon as he finished speaking, various delicacies appeared one by one on the Slytherin table, immediately causing exclamations.
"Please enjoy to your hearts' content, everyone."
"A beautiful day begins with breakfast." With that, Atlantis Bersted sat down.
"Merlin's beard!"
"This is..."
Seeing the dazzling array of food on the table, Draco Malfoy and others dramatically widened their eyes.
British breakfast was never this exquisite.
Steaming, crispy pan-fried buns and chess-board-precise, tender steamed egg custard looked temptingly delicious.
Already famished, Crabbe and Goyle couldn't hold back—they grabbed the pan-fried buns with their hands and stuffed them in their mouths.
Scalding, savory juices burst forth.
Both chubby boys nearly jumped from the heat, but even so, they couldn't bear to spit it out.
"Draco... this is so good..."
"Shut up, Goyle!"
Draco Malfoy glared at them irritably, maintaining platinum aristocratic dignity as he brought the egg custard forward, pairing it with a crispy pan-fried bun.
However, this dignity only lasted two spoonfuls...
After all, still just kids.
ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)
As colorful blood glutinous rice milk bricks and soft, delicate taro paste dumpling porridge appeared, the long table instantly filled with sweet fragrance.
"I love this flavor."
"What about you, Daphne..." Pansy Parkinson swallowed, looking at her friend beside her.
Daphne Greengrass nodded with amazed eyes, her voice full of excitement.
"Then what are we waiting for, sister?"
The newly appeared shrimp and corn steamed dumplings were crystal clear on the outside, and the yam and date paste cake was as delicate as carved jade plum blossoms.
"Are these desserts?" The girls couldn't help covering their mouths in soft exclamation. "God, I'm about to cry."
It wasn't just the amazing food—they seemed to feel the gentleness beneath Shelby's wild exterior.
Though Tiger really didn't have much of that.
"My Merlin..."
Riley Shafiq couldn't help murmuring. "Have you finally remembered to clean the kitchen?"
"That old man doesn't even have a kitchen!"
"Don't just stand there!"
People who wrote fanfiction had one major trait—they weren't expert at anything, but understood everything.
Lisa grabbed her Quick-Quotes Quill back into her arms, quickly pulling over the red bean glutinous rice cake and seafood vegetable porridge.
The moment it touched her lips, refreshing fragrance filled her lungs...
Seaweed shrimp cakes, red bean paste wine-fermented rice balls, black glutinous rice bean paste shumai, shrimp pot stickers, mushroom shrimp ball seaweed soup...
British people were particularly fond of sweets.
To accommodate the little snakes' British tastes, Tiger hadn't chosen stimulating breakfast flavors.
Desserts dominated the long table—even the tofu pudding was drizzled with osmanthus honey.
In a sense, such sacrifice was truly painful...
Seeing Head Girl Gemma Farley eating with sparkling eyes, Tiger, a firm spice lover, silently shook his head.
This damn woman was absolutely not an option...
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