I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 90 A Master of the Kitchen

Louis, his claws outstretched and his eyebrows like caterpillars, took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "So... I really touched it?"

"Yes," Catherine nodded in response.

At this point, Louis started acting like a serious person again. He sat upright on the sofa, staring straight ahead at the blank wall in front of him, like Snape entering a Death Eater gathering.

Catherine saw through Louis's nervousness, shyness, and helplessness. A playful smile curved her lips as she leaned closer, deliberately adding a touch of allure: "You promised me earlier, so why are you scared now?"

This woman was so skilled; Louis's ears were itchy from her sweet, fragrant breath, and he felt as uncomfortable as if he were being scratched by a cat.

To avoid revealing his slight timidity, he mustered his courage, clenched his right fist, pointed to himself with his thumb, and said confidently, "Just kidding, I'm super brave, okay!"

As he said this, he placed his hands on Catherine's thighs. The first thing he felt was the smooth fabric, followed by Catherine's body temperature. Although it was a comfortable body temperature, Louis felt as if his palms had been burned.

This Louis is just lame!

"What do you want to eat tonight? Mom might be home late tonight, so I'll cook for you," Catherine asked meaningfully, seemingly out of the blue.

Louis clearly didn't understand the hint. Instead, he straightened up, pretending to be a reserved gentleman, and casually replied, "Anything is fine with me."

Distracted by Catherine, Louis adjusted his mindset and thought he might as well touch it, but he found that he had underestimated the soft fabric. His hand slipped and he lost his aim. In his haste, he pressed down hard on Catherine's thigh.

The soft flesh pressed tightly against his fingers, and the soft, squishy feel was so good that Louis subconsciously grabbed it a couple more times.

Catherine's body stiffened slightly as an itch rose from the spot covered by Louis's palm, spreading to her limbs and bones.

She bit her lower lip, her thighs clenched together in unbearable discomfort, her toes, covered by white stockings, twitched a few times, and she unconsciously rubbed against Louis's leg.

Louis subconsciously looked up at Catherine, only to find her reclining on the sofa, flipping through a book on Italian cooking.

It seems no one noticed his subtle actions.

Louis was completely relieved, but he still didn't dare to be too abrupt, afraid of upsetting Catherine. So he changed his touching to a massage, massaging Catherine's two perfectly shaped long legs from top to bottom.

As it turns out, Catherine had absolutely no trouble pulling off white stockings.

White stockings are more demanding on leg shape and body shape, and can magnify even the slightest flaws. However, on Catherine's legs, they are like icing on the cake, making her already slender and plump legs even more perfect.

"I want to eat pudding, Casey." Louis blurted out without thinking as he massaged her.

Catherine pulled her leg away from Louis's hand and leg, stood up, and rushed into the kitchen like the wind. She closed the door, leaned against the kitchen door, and covered her pounding heart to calm herself down.

Louis was left sitting there, his hand still grasping at the air, seemingly still savoring the bouncy texture of the pudding.

After standing there in a daze for a while, he wanted to go to the kitchen to help Catherine, but she chased him out in a sorry state, waving a rice spoon around her.

Waiting is agonizing, especially since he had only eaten a few croissants in the morning before leaving home with the red-haired brothers. Louis sat on the sofa, watching Catherine busy in the kitchen with nothing to do, his stomach still rumbling.

Most importantly, after being stimulated like that, he became even hungrier.

Even if Catherine's cooking skills are comparable to Shimura Tae's, given Louis's current level of hunger, he would probably eat anything he can find.

I hope he's alright.

Just as he was feeling dizzy from hunger, Catherine's melodious voice finally rang out, reminding him that dinner was ready.

Louis sprang from the sofa with a swift leap and rushed into the kitchen with lightning speed.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he realized he was wrong. At least Catherine's cooking was exquisite and beautiful, and the enticing aroma made his mouth water.

Louis was certain that Catherine wasn't the kind of terrifying woman who could turn an egg into dark matter.

Miao Jie: Don't mention it.

After being praised for his ability to grace the halls of society, Louis also gave Catherine a checkmark for being good in the kitchen.

However, given that his family is quite well-off, there's no need for Catherine to cook.

Louis plopped down in the chair, only to be slapped by Catherine.

"Go wash your hands," she reminded him.

"Oh." Louis nodded, obediently washed his hands, and then sat back down.

"Try it, it's not very good, just bear with it." Catherine gave a haughty snort, but looked at Louis with expectant eyes. She put her hands behind her back and clenched her fists tightly with nervousness.

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

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

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

Catherine's culinary skills are at least master-level.

I really don't know how this woman is so amazing. She can do everything and is proficient in everything. She is like God's most beloved daughter, who has absorbed all the beauty and wonder of heaven and earth.

Louis thought to himself, "I've hit the jackpot!"

He looked up and gave Catherine a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, Casey. You're even better than the royal chefs."

Louis praised her from the bottom of his heart.

Whoever marries her is truly blessed, he thought to himself.

"You have a sweet tongue." Catherine said this, but she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. The praise from her beloved made her feel as happy as a little woman.

For someone who cooks, approval from their loved one is more important than anything else.

Louis was stuffed after the meal. He leaned back in his chair and said weakly, "Cassie, you can't cook anymore..."

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

Is face-changing a woman's special skill?

No, it's an innate skill.

Louis said awkwardly, "Your cooking is so delicious, I'm afraid I'll get so fat that I won't be able to find a girlfriend."

That's nonsense. Given Louis's modest wealth and his small network of connections in England, he probably doesn't need to worry too much about this.

Although being overweight can ruin everything, even if someone is plain-looking and a bit rustic, once they have money, they immediately become incredibly handsome.

Catherine snorted, "Then I'll cook for you every day from now on, and you'll get so fat!"

"What if I get so fat that nobody wants me?" Louis joked.

"Even so, there will be people who will love you and never leave you." Catherine blushed as she finished speaking.

"Who is it?" Louis asked blankly, not quite understanding.

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

(End of this chapter)