Cumin, passion fruit, fennel, star anise, cinnamon, meat meme... The mixed fragrance composed of up to 43 spices is not messy, but it is orderly like a dazzling psychedelic dance.

Apart from the taste of spices, the lamb chops are not contaminated with the scent of using charcoal fire.

What surprised Joan of Arc the most was that so many spices did not suppress the flavor of the lamb itself at all. Instead, they took the mutton flavor as the core to form a spice whirlwind to bring diners into it.

The mutton is also very perfect. One second more is too old and one less less spice smell is not fully released. Moreover, the slightly burnt shell locks the gravy inside tightly, and bite the outer skin and touches the extremely soft and tender fleshy texture.

Wait, this flavor is not French-style!?

The fragrance is so tempting and confusing that Joan of Arc is now coming back to his senses. This is clearly a mixed mutton chop marinated in Turkish flavor and then cooked in French barbecue.

At this time, a Arab-style folk song came into Joan of Arc's ears.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but listen. When she came to her senses, she found that she was already in a strange palace hall.

Surrounded by unique round arched door openings, the ground is a marble floor that is as smooth as a mirror to reflect human figures.

The center of the hall is paved with hand-woven Persian carpets, and square pillows with purple and gold edges are casually placed on the ground.

Qian Chen, wearing a white robe unique to the desert nation and wearing a headscarf, was leaning against the pillow opposite Joan of Arc, looking at her with admiration.

Joan of Arc suddenly felt a little cool. It turned out that at some point, the black armor on her body had turned into an Arabic style gauze dress. A white scarf covered half of her face, the gauze dress covered her upper body, and the lower body was a blue gauze dress of the same material.

This is clearly the dress of a belly dancer unique to Arabs.

Just as Joan of Arc was at a loss, the Arabic-style music rang again.

At this time, a figure who kept twisting his waist and dancing belly danced slowly danced out from behind the gauze curtain.

Joan of Arc turned his head subconsciously and was shocked. It was Zhenna.

However, Zhenna seemed to have completely let go of her prejudices, treated Joan of Arc as a stone pillar, and kept twisting her graceful dance posture.

As Zhenna kept swaying, Joan Arc couldn't help but feel moved.

What stops her now is an inexplicable sense of pride.

At this moment, Qian Chen, who was sitting on the top cushion, jumped up. While dancing with Zhenna with him as he reached out toward Jeon Arc.

The sweethearts are coming, and each one is worth twenty.

Joan of Arc just hesitated for a moment and immediately put his hand on Qian Chen's palm.

Soon she danced to the rhythm of the music.

So in the luxurious hall decorated with gold and gems, three figures swayed to the fullest.

After a long time, Joan of Arc broke out from the food illusion made of lamb chops. Her cheeks were red and her forehead was covered with sweat, as if she had run two or three hundred kilometers in one breath.

She glanced at Zhenna.

Although he was very disliked by Zhenna, the cat stealing fish, Joan of Arc had to admit that with Qian Chen's assistance, the two of them had a chemical reaction of one plus one greater than two.

"How is it, Saint..."

Zhenna smiled proudly.

Joan of Arc sneered and glared at her, blocking her words back.

"Sorry, you are the saint now."

Zhenna was choked by her and her face turned into pig's liver.

Qian Chen quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"Ahem! I think it's already out now."

He said as he looked at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and said with relief.

"Well, I lost this time..."

“Yeah!”

Zhenna immediately raised her two fingers and made a 'Y' gesture.

Then she said to Joan of Arc with a provocative look on her face.

"I didn't hear clearly who you said just now."

He also made a statement of listening as he spoke.

Qian Chen obviously saw that Joan of Arc's forehead was bulging, fearing that Joan of Arc would start to attack suddenly, so Qian Chen quickly gave Zhenna a knife to calm her down.

Ignoring Zhenna holding her head, Qian Chen turned to look at Joan of Arc.

"Since we won the food halberd, can you agree to my request?"

Facing Qian Chen, Joan of Arc's face instantly improved a lot.

"Yes, as long as it is within my ability."

Then Joan of Arc's eyes turned, and a look of playful expression appeared in his eyes.

"Of course, if you want me to marry you, I can promise you now."

"Ahem!!"

Qian Chen coughed violently, not sure whether he was choked or scared.

After adjusting his mood, Qian Chen pretended to have nothing to do and said.

"I hope you and Zhenna will take action to calm this civil war."

Joan of Arc frowned, his expression was a little reluctant, and he nodded.

"Okay, for your sake, I will barely help them again this time."

Who knew Qian Chen shook his head.

"No, I'm not letting you simply calm the civil war, but..."

Qian Chen said as he told the two of them his intentions.

Zhenna laughed immediately after hearing this.

"You can't tell, you guy is full of bad water!"

Joan of Arc also smiled.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? If it was this request, I would be happy to help you."

Qian Chen immediately Genghis Khan. The most difficult convenience of his plan was to convince Joan of Arc, who was full of justice and stubborn.

Unexpectedly, after the blackening, Joan of Arc seemed to be more active than him.

It’s really a blessing to lose one’s wife.

Just as the three of them were about to leave the kitchen, Joan of Arc suddenly grabbed Qian Chen.

The pair of golden vertical pupils looked straight into his eyes.

“I really want to know why you can break free from the food fantasy world I built.

I think the construction is already quite perfect, and I just replace your favorite person with myself. And you were really fooled at the beginning."

Qian Chen's face suddenly showed a very complicated look. He hesitated for a moment before he slowly spoke.

"Yes, the illusion you built is perfect, with almost no flaws.

It’s a pity that I discovered something through your cooking.”

Qian Chen did not continue to talk, but took out a piece of "My Love", which was the rest that he had hidden in Avalon before.

"Eat this and you will understand."

Joan of Arc seemed to believe Qian Chen's words, and she took the cake and put it directly into her mouth...

After a long time, Joan of Arc opened his eyes and looked at Qian Chen with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect you to...you are really a selfish man."

Just when Qian Chen breathed a sigh of relief and thought she would give up, Joan of Arc suddenly laughed.

"But I feel relieved. Since then, our conditions have been equal.

I can tell you with certainty now that I will never let go!

Who made me a witch?”
Chapter completed!