I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 90: Go to the Kitchen
Louis clapped his claws, his eyebrows acting like a caterpillar, he took a deep breath and asked tentatively: "So... did I really touch it?"

"Yeah." Catherine nodded in response.

At this time, Louis began to pretend to be a serious person again. He sat upright on the sofa, staring at the blank wall in front of him, like Snape who had entered the Death Eater party.

Catherine saw through Louis's nervousness, shyness and helplessness. She raised a playful arc at the corner of her mouth, leaned forward, and deliberately said with a hint of coquettishness: "You just agreed, why don't you dare now?"

This woman is really good at it. Louis' ears were itchy because of the orchid-like and musk-like scent, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was scratched by a cat.

In order not to reveal the fact that he was a little timid, he plucked up his courage, clenched his right fist, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said confidently: "Just kidding, I'm super brave!"

As he said this, he placed his hands on Catherine's thighs. The first thing he felt was the smooth fabric, and then Catherine's body temperature. It was obviously a comfortable human body temperature, but it made Louis feel that his palms were burned.

This Louis is a fool!

"What are we having for dinner? Mom might be back late today, so I'll cook for you." Catherine asked in a suggestive and seemingly random manner.

But Louis obviously didn't get the hint, and instead tensed up his body, pretending to be a reserved gentleman, and casually responded, "You can eat anything."

Interrupted by Catherine, Louis adjusted his mentality. He thought he might as well touch it, but found that he had underestimated the softness of the fabric. His hand slipped and he lost his aim. In a panic, he pressed hard on Catherine's thigh.

The soft flesh fit tightly between his fingers, and the soft feel was so good that Louis subconsciously grabbed two more handfuls.

Catherine's body stiffened slightly, and an itchy feeling rose from the place covered by Louis' palm, and then spread to her limbs and bones.

She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together in an unbearable way. Her toes wrapped in white silk shrank a few times and rubbed against Louis' legs unconsciously.

Louis subconsciously looked up at Catherine, only to find that she was leaning on the sofa, flipping through an Italian cooking encyclopedia in her hand.

It seemed that he didn't notice his little action.

Louis was completely relieved, but in his heart he still didn't dare to be too abrupt, for fear of making Catherine anxious, so he changed the touch into a massage, pressing Catherine's two perfectly shaped long legs from top to bottom.

It turns out that it is not difficult for Catherine to control white silk.

White stockings have higher requirements on leg shape and body shape, and any slight flaws can be magnified, but on Catherine's legs, they are like icing on the cake, making her already slender and well-proportioned legs even more perfect.

"I want to eat pudding, Kathy." As Louis was pressing the button, he blurted out something without thinking.

Catherine pulled her legs away from Louis's arms and legs, stood up, walked into the kitchen like the wind, closed the door, leaned against the kitchen door, covered her pounding heart and tried to calm herself down.

Louis was left sitting there, his hands still grasping at the air, as if he was still savoring the chewy texture of the pudding.

After being in a daze for a while, he wanted to go to the kitchen to help Catherine, but she chased him out in embarrassment, waving a rice spoon.

The waiting was anxious, especially since he had just eaten a few croissants in the morning and left home with his red-haired brothers. Louis sat on the sofa, bored, watching Catherine busy in the kitchen, his stomach still growling.

The most important thing was that after the stimulation just now, he became even hungrier.

Even if Catherine's cooking skills were as good as Shimura Tae's, given Louis' current hunger level, he would probably eat anything he could think of.

Hope everyone is okay.

Just when he was feeling dizzy from hunger, Catherine's heavenly voice finally rang out, reminding him that it was time to eat.

Louis jumped up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen at lightning speed.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he found that he was wrong. At least the meal cooked by Catherine was exquisite and beautiful. The fragrant aroma made him drool.

Louis was sure that Catherine was not the kind of scary woman who could fry an egg into dark matter.

Miao Jie: Don’t cue.

After being able to be a lady in the living room, Louis gave Catherine a nod for being able to cook in the kitchen. However, considering his family's relatively good conditions, there was no need for Catherine to cook in the kitchen.

Louis plopped down on a chair, only to be spanked by Catherine.

"Go wash your hands," she reminded him.

"Oh." Louis nodded and washed his hands obediently before sitting back down.

“Try it. It’s not very tasty. Please bear with it.” Catherine snorted proudly, but looked at Louis with expectant eyes. She put her hands behind her back and clenched her fists nervously.

Louis picked up a piece of braised beef tripe and put it in his mouth. The tripe was stewed until it was soft and as he chewed it, a variety of aromas exploded in his mouth.

It was delicious, at least the last time Louis had such amazing tripe was last time.

Oh no, it was last time at my aunt’s house.

Catherine's cooking skills are at least master level.

I really don't know how this woman is so amazing. She knows everything and is proficient in everything. She is like God's most beloved daughter, absorbing the wisdom of heaven and earth.

Having made a lot of money, Louis gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

He looked up and gave Catherine a thumbs-up.

"It's delicious, Kaixi, you are better than the royal chef."

Louis praised sincerely.

Whoever marries her will be blessed for eight lifetimes, he secretly praised her in his heart.

"Sweet talk." Catherine said this, but she felt sweet in her heart. The praise from her lover made her feel as happy as a little woman.

For a cook, recognition from his loved ones is more important than anything else.

Louis was very full after this meal. He leaned on the stool and said weakly: "Kathy, you can't cook anymore..."

"Why?" Catherine's tone suddenly turned cold.

Is changing face a woman’s special skill?

No, it's a talent.

Louis said embarrassedly: "Your cooking is so delicious. I'm afraid I'll eat too much and get too fat to find a girlfriend."

In fact, this is nonsense. With Louis's small family background and a small network of connections in England, it seems that he does not need to worry too much in this regard.

Although being fat ruins everything, even if a man has an ordinary appearance and looks a bit rustic, once he has money, he will immediately look very handsome.

Catherine snorted: "Then I will cook for you every day and make you fat to death!"

"What if I'm so fat that no one wants me?" Louis said jokingly.

"Even if that's the case, there will always be someone who loves you and never leaves you." Catherine said, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Who is it?" Louis asked stupidly without reacting.

"I'm going to wash the dishes! You silly little deer!" Catherine angrily chased Louis to the living room.

(End of this chapter)