Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 277 275 Delicious? You say so, and I'll believe you.

Chapter 277, page 275. Delicious? You say so, and I'll believe you.

"Canned herring?"

Ron had never heard of this food before, but that didn't stop him from being curious about it, especially after hearing Dudley's praise, which made him even more eager to try the canned food.

However, he soon regretted it.

Hermione and Harry exchanged a glance, and with perfect understanding, they silently left the spot without leaving a trace.

It was obvious that the two of them had seen canned herring before.

Although Draco had never seen canned herring before, he was quick-witted and immediately followed Harry and Hermione after seeing their actions.

Neville, unaware of what was going on, sat there watching with amusement.

Amidst Ron's expectant gaze, Dudley pried open the can of surströmming with a small knife. In that instant, Ron's complexion gradually changed from its normal rosy-white to a pale white, then to a purplish-white, and finally to a purplish-black.

"Ron, can you get used to this taste?"

"Brother D, shut up, you stink."

"Completely cleaned and refreshed"

He casually cast a spell, dissipating some of the extremely foul odor.

To say it was extremely smelly would be an exaggeration. It was at most slightly more smelly than Wang Zhihe, but still within the range that normal humans could tolerate.

After all, the can of herring in Dali's hand was neither expired nor spoiled.

Strictly speaking, canned herring is a relatively delicate type of canned food. Unlike most other canned foods that can be stored at room temperature, it can only be stored in an environment of 4-6 degrees Celsius. Once the temperature exceeds this range, it is very easy to spoil.

Those cans with bulging tops are spoiled herring cans, caused by expired cans or improper storage. The fish inside has basically turned into water, and the smell is truly awful. To put it simply, even a dry toilet is far worse. Old Ba shook his head at it, saying it could be used as a biological weapon. Even the stench of a giant would pale in comparison. It's not just simple herring can; it should more accurately be called rotten herring carcass liquid.

Normally, canned herring, if it hasn't spoiled, may smell bad, but it's still within the range that humans can tolerate; otherwise, it wouldn't be considered a German delicacy.

The herring inside was also not separated from the bone; you could still see whole pieces of fish meat.

For example, the can that Dali just opened is in a condition where it has not spoiled.

The correct way to eat canned herring is not to open it and eat it directly, but to process it first. If you eat it directly, you will only find the fish meat too salty, like eating a mouthful of highly concentrated brine with a fishy taste.

Ignoring the expressions of the others, Dali took out a large glass bowl and added a lot of ice water mixed with ice cubes and fresh lemon slices. He then scooped out the fish meat from the can and put it into the lemon ice water. The purpose of doing this was to remove the salt from the fish meat.

After a while, when he felt that the salt had been mostly removed, Dali took the fish out and separated the fish meat from the bones. The soft fish meat was quickly picked out, and he took out a small knife to chop the fish meat into pieces.

Toasted bread slices until golden brown, topped with chopped onions and fresh cream cheese.

One way to eat German-style canned herring is now complete.

I took a gentle sniff. The original fishy smell had been greatly reduced by the lemon and ice water, and it smelled like normal stinky tofu.

It's already at the point where it's ready to eat.

At this moment, Hermione walked over and asked Dudley for a serving. She parted her pearly teeth slightly and, to Ron's horrified gaze, took a small bite. The unique taste filled her taste buds, and she looked completely satisfied.

The crispy and crunchy bread slices are full of malty aroma. The tender fish meat, which has been desalted by lemon water, is tender and fresh. The unique aroma of onions masks the fishy smell. Paired with the delicate and slightly sour taste of cream cheese, it tastes a bit like a sardine sandwich, but better.

"Quite good," Hermione said, giving it high marks.

Hermione can accept the specialties of many countries, much like Dudley. They can eat anything unless it looks disgusting, is made in a disgusting way, or tastes even more disgusting.

For example, Hermione and Dudley couldn't accept a special Eskimo dish—pickled puffin, a dark dish even more terrifying than Stargazing Pie.

"Want some?" Dudley handed Ron another slice of bread he had made.

Ron shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Although the smell had dissipated considerably, it had left a very deep impression on him.

Even if you beat him to death, he would never eat a single bite of this stuff.

Rotten fish sandwiches—that's Ron's assessment of the food.

Dali shook his head, slightly disappointed; this was a truly authentic German dish.

It's at least better than the nonsensical food on the Hogwarts table.

The premise is that you can accept this smell; even stinky tofu isn't for everyone.

For example, Harry couldn't stand the taste.

Hermione simply disliked the smell when it was first opened, but she still enjoyed eating it once it was cooked.

"And what about Neville?"

Dudley handed the bread to Neville, who behaved much better than Ron, happily accepting the bread.

I was immediately drawn in by its unique flavor after just one bite, and finished it in two or three bites.

"It tastes good."

Neville's reputation is also quite high.

"Seriously, Roland, aren't you really going to consider giving it a try?"

Seeing Neville eat it with a normal expression, Draco asked curiously.

"I'll eat it if you say it's good." Ron retorted without even thinking.

Draco glanced at Neville, who had already ordered his third serving, then at Hermione, who was eating her second, and Dudley, who was eating as he cooked, seemingly lost in thought about how many servings he had already eaten.

"Brother D, give me one."

"Yes."

Draco took the bread Dudley handed him and took a big bite.

"The flavor is unique, somewhat like the local food I had in permanently neutral countries and Athens, and it was very delicious."

Draco gave it an even higher evaluation, gesturing towards Ron with his chin: "Really not considering giving it a try?"

Ron stared intently at Draco: "I'll believe you if you say so."

Draco, who was chewing, froze and glanced at Ron expressionlessly.

"That's pointless."

He wanted to swallow but couldn't, so he silently put down the bread, took out a handkerchief, and spat out what he had just eaten.

This stuff doesn't suit Draco's taste either. He did that just now to trick Ron into eating it, but the other guy didn't fall for it.

They truly are a pair of bickering lovers, their tastes are so similar.

Oh, and there's also Harry, who's hiding far away.