So far, Salomon has met the village chief of the novice village, Colson and the instructor Tony Stark. If Matt Murdoch is included, he feels like a Pokémon training master who collects Pokémon and is determined to become a champion, and he is hiking everywhere to meet these future heroes. However, Salomon points out the escape option, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. These people are indeed good enough and kind enough, but because of this, Salomon feels out of place with these street heroes.

What's more, Beyonita and Joan of Arc were still waiting to eat the cake he made. This was much more important than many things.

After returning to the apartment, Salomon took a quick shower, put on his clothes and kitchen apron, and opened the ingredients he had just bought. Aside from meat and vegetables, he would give priority to using these sugars, eggs, fruits and cream to make desserts. After Joan of Arc got off work, he went to pick up Beyonetta in Athena's apartment (that's another thing). At that time, dinner was just finished, and the desserts in the refrigerator were also cool enough.

The secret master first took out the plums from the purchased plum wine and cut them into small pieces, wrapped them with a thin layer of low-gluten starch, then separated the egg yolk and egg white, added room temperature softened butter and plum wine in batches, and stirred until emulsified and viscous. Then add the sifted low-gluten flour and mix evenly with an egg whisk.

When operating the above steps, Salomon's hands did not touch any ingredients. The only thing that touched his palm was the magic wand. This is the function of magic - magic tricks, this "super small wishing technique" can help him quickly stir the egg yolk paste and the mixture of egg white and sugar. He does not need an electric egg beater to make a satisfactory hard foaming meringue. Salomon added the meringue to the egg yolk paste in three times and stirred. During the stirring process, he added the dried plums cut into small pieces, and finally poured them into the mold, slapped out the bubbles, put them in the preheated oven and baked at a temperature of 180 degrees Celsius for twenty-five minutes.

He also made an alcohol-free version of the strawberry chiffon cake. The outer cream of the plum wine chiffon cake was decorated with raisins and the outer layer of the strawberry chiffon cake was decorated with chopped strawberries. He planned to take the cake to the orphanage after dinner time and share it with the children.

The next dessert is red wine jelly, which is very simple. You only need to cook a pot of water, pour in the white sugar and boil it, add the soaked gelatin slices, some lemon juice and red wine, cook for a minute on low heat, and finally put it in the mold. Salomon chose a large glass bowl and cast a spell to cool the boiled red wine quickly. However, he also put a few cherries at the bottom of the bowl, using magic to keep the cherries in the position, making the cherries look like they had just jumped into the water.

Salomon was very satisfied with his work. He picked up the watch on the dining table and looked at the time until the doorbell was pressed. This was not Joan of Arc's time to get off work. He wiped the tabletop, quickly cleared the scattered flour and egg liquid, then put the wand into his pocket, walked to the entrance and opened the door. He looked out, then closed the door expressionlessly, ignoring the person standing outside the door.

"Hey!" A black leather shoe blocked the door frame, making Salomon unable to close the door. The secret mage pushed the door out slightly, then pulled it hard. With the dull sound, a white scratch appeared on the bright black leather shoe, and the guy standing outside the door screamed in pain. "Do you hate guests so much?" He asked loudly, "I finally found out your location, but I didn't expect you to be so discomfortable!"

"I don't welcome all uninvited guests." Salomon's expression remained cold. He opened the door and looked at the guests outside, as if all the heat was taken away, and all that was left was cold words, "Including you, Tony Stark."

"Wow, this is rare, this is the first time I'm not welcomed." Stark leaned his body and wanted to squeeze into the room, but Salomon had no intention of getting out of the way. "Is that OK?" He pretended to point to the entrance, "Don't you really want to talk?"

Due to Tony Stark's height, the Secret Mage could look at him. Salomon stared at Stark's eyes until his expression became awkward. After a while, he spoke, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you sure we're going to say it here?" Tony Stark raised his eyebrows and pulled the corners of his mouth to both sides, looking a little disgusted. "Listen, kid." He said, "I don't know what kind of life you usually live, but it's really not suitable to say it in public when encountering aliens. The life of ordinary people has always been normal. The same goes for others."

"This is in front of my house, no one will come."

"But if we continue to talk nonsense here, the old lady downstairs will come up with a broom. When I went upstairs she looked like she hated me, and Hapi could testify. Am I right, Hapi?"

"That's right." Stark's fat bodyguard nodded desperately behind him.

"And, I smelled the dessert...I'm happy to serve one." Stark withdrew his feet and showed a smile he thought was perfect.

"You can only be alone." Salomon was also a little curious about the reason why Tony Stark came here. He came to find him at this time, definitely not because of Asgard. It has been almost a year since Thor arrived, and he must have other purposes - of course, it is not ruled out that it may be because he has been refusing to take Tony Stark's call, which made this guy too irritable to come to him.

"Also, remember to take off my shoes. I have prepared slippers for the guests. I will never be allowed to dirty my floor."

"OK, Hapi, stay here. OK, don't pretend, you can go downstairs to buy some food, I will call you when I leave." Stark waved his hand and walked into the entrance with Salomon. At the reminder of the secret mage, he changed into the prepared slippers, but his expression was always disgusting, as if he was dissatisfied with the pink slippers.

When he walked into the living room, he was immediately attracted by the ingredients and kitchen utensils flying in the kitchen. He watched the kitchen knife float and cut the meat accurately. After washing himself, the vegetables shook their heads, and the shovel and the pan cooked dinner by themselves. In addition, he also saw that the rag would turn on the faucet by himself, the brush and the dishwasher danced together, and the white foam filled the entire pool.

"Wow! This is really like a fairy tale." He sat down on the sofa facing the TV. "Do you usually live this kind of life?"

Salomon did not answer, but took out a small glass bowl from the refrigerator, filled some red wine jelly, and placed it in front of Tony Stark with a silver spoon. "I think what you should do now is to answer my questions." The Secret Mage waved and drove him to the sofa on one side, which was where the guest should sit. He asked, "What's the matter with you coming to me?"

"There are many. Well, is this what you made? Or is it made with magic? Actually, I ate maggots? I didn't expect it to taste so good." Stark accepted Salomon's impatientness. He ate a few sips of red wine frozen desserts, and then commented casually on the furnishings in the living room, as if he hadn't heard of Salomon's problems.

"The carpet at the door is good, where did you buy it?"

"I woven..." The welcome carpet was indeed woven by Salomon. If someone who was not allowed to enter from the entrance, the carpet would be activated, wrapping the uninvited guest until the person suffocated to death or internal bleeding caused by a fractured rib.

"You are quite talented. Do you usually cook?"

"Yes."

"Where is your girlfriend? Although it is not written in SHIELD's information, I know you have a very charming girlfriend."

"It's not your business."

"This fat cat..."

"Meow!" The Cheshire Cat jumped onto the sofa and slapped Stark. Stark touched his cheek with a strange expression, "Okay, I won't talk about you anymore. Listen, the little wizard of Hogwarts, I know you hate others disturbing your life..."

"That's right!" Salomon nodded, "so you can leave after you taste the dessert. Also, I don't like being nicknamed."

Stark's upper and lower teeth touched and looked to the side, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. He couldn't believe that Salomon would give the order to expel him so quickly, but he still talked about his purpose with shamelessness. "I'm a little curious about what you're doing at Eton." He put down the glass bowl, turned his side, and looked at Salomon again, "You haven't had any scientific inventions after you enter the school. You shouldn't waste time in that aristocratic school."

"Magic is my main business, and magic is also science, which requires precise calculations and..." Salomon retorted as usual, and then he saw the light flashing in Stark's eyes. "No." He said, "Don't even think about it. Otherwise, after your bodyguard came here, he could only see a pig in clothes."

"Can you still curse?"

"That's not a curse, it's a transformation!"

"Ok, Ok, don't be excited. I've come to you for many purposes, but one of them is to ask you something." Tony Stark quickly raised his hands and signaled Salomon to be more patient, "I want to ask you one thing, one thing."

"What?"
Chapter completed!