Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 16: I can’t swallow

Ollivander came back with a metal shopping cart. There were three thick oil paper bags, a pile of large and small square thick cardboard boxes, and a wooden food box on top.

Entering the store, Ollivander greeted him enthusiastically when he saw a customer.

"Look who this is." Ollivander smiled at the man dressed in a decent gentleman's attire. "Mr Palmston, apple wood, unicorn tail feathers. How's that? Is it a wand? As always with you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Palmston stretched out his hand and took off his gentleman's hat, saluting Ollivander in a gentlemanly manner, and smiled softly: "It's not a compliment, I I think Mr Ollivander is probably the best wizard in the world at helping people choose wands."

"Hahaha, I dare not admit it."

Olivander was obviously very happy. This was the first time Cowan saw Ollivander laugh so heartily.

"Oh, and Mrs Palmston." Ollivander turned to the lady, and smiled as well: "Cedarwood, unicorn tail feathers. It's been a long time since you've seen your wand, either. any questions."

"Yes." Mrs. Palmston gave an aristocratic salute: "I still remember the teaching you taught me about wand maintenance when I got the wand from you."

"Yes, yes, haha." Ollivander waved his hands with a smile, then looked at the children of the family of three.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." The child reluctantly put away the anticipation and excitement on his face, and politely gave a noble salute: "I hope I can get a wand that suits me best from you. ."

"Of course! Of course!" Ollivander nodded frequently and smiled softly: "I will definitely choose the most suitable one for you."

After speaking, Ollivander said to the couple again: "Later, I will arrange this child."

"This is the one in the newspaper..." Mr. Palmston looked at Cowen, his tone considered.

"Yes, but the newspapers always go overboard." Ollivander responded, then greeted Cowen: "Come on, kid, and meet Mr. Palmston."

"Oh!" Kewen finally stopped pretending to be transparent, and hurriedly stood up straight with some restraint, then bowed slightly and said, "Hello Mr. Palmston, Mrs. Palmston, I'm Cowen, Cowen Quinn."

"So are you, Mr. Quinn." The Palmstons responded softly in unison.

"Hello." Palmston Jr. suddenly interjected, staring at Cowan curiously and asking, "Are you also a freshman this year?"

"I..." Kewen knew that he should play stupid at this time, so he gave an air of not knowing how to answer.

"Yes."

Sure enough, Ollivander saw this and took the question: "Kewen is also a freshman this year, maybe you two will be together in the same college for seven years in the future."

Little Palmston nodded excitedly when he heard the words, looking at Kewen with anticipation: "That's great, just call me James in the future. Can you call you Kewen?" /

"Of course! Of course!" Kewen nodded cautiously, but his eyes deliberately revealed a look of unconcealed anticipation.

"Okay everyone, let me pick a wand for Mr. Palmston Jr." Ollivander interjected, then looked at Cowen: "You can't help here for the time being, so you first Let's go get something to eat."

Ollivander raised his hand, took down the wooden food box on the top of the shopping cart, handed it to Kewen, and pointed to the innermost part of the store: "Go down the corridor to the innermost, behind the black door is the restaurant. Go get something to eat."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ollivander." Kewen took the food box graciously, turned and walked inside the store.

But just after taking two steps, he stopped, turned to the family of three and said cautiously: "Well, I'm sorry, sorry."

"What a polite child." Mrs. Palmston said softly, "Come on, leave us alone, I hope you can get along well with our little James when you are at the academy in the future."

"I will." Ke Wen responded, looked at James again, pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, and then walked quickly to the restaurant...

Ignoring the situation in the store, Kewen quickly walked to the innermost part of the wand store, opened the door and entered the restaurant.

Taking a glance at the general layout in the dining room, Kewen closed the door, quickly came to the dining table, pulled out the high chair and sat on it.

He was really hungry. He felt very hungry when he woke up from the hospital, but it was not convenient for him to bring it up. Fortunately, he responded with a 'cultural word' before, and finally reminded the Austrian Levander.

Without further ado, Kewen opened the food box and took out two sandwiches, one French fries, one fried fish, and one apple.

"So little..." Kewen whispered: "It's still junk food..."

Looking at the special British staple food in front of him, Kewen really has a headache~IndoMTL.com~ I feel a little sorry for his identity as a big foodie empire.

You must know that even the aliens wanted to try it in the early days of his big foodie empire...

No way, eat it.

Grabbing the sandwich, Kewen took a bite and chewed it twice. A sour and greasy taste erupted, causing Kewen's expression to become a little distorted.

Looking left and right, Kewen jumped off the dining chair, hurriedly walked to the sink, picked up the cup and received a large glass of cold water, and gushed the food in his mouth into his stomach.

He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been saved, then looked back at the food on the table, sighed helplessly, and filled a large glass of water again.

Going back to the dining table, Kewen had a sacrificial look on his face. After a little preparation, he picked up the sandwich and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

In less than two minutes, all other food except apples was eaten by Kewen as if he had swallowed the dates whole. Then he raised the cup and flushed all the food accumulated in the esophagus into the stomach with cold water.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, and after putting down the water glass, Kewen muttered: "It's really dying..."

Jumping off the high chair, Kewen stood on the ground, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes slightly.

An inaudible 'gurgling' sounded, and Kewen's stomach and abdomen, which was slightly raised by the water and food, gradually shrank back.

Opening his eyes, Kewen controlled the peristalsis of his stomach and exhaled with a hiccup.

He fanned the air with his hand, then brought it to his nose to smell it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"No weird smell, don't worry about nausea after hiccups." Ke Wen whispered softly: "Fortunately, the exercises that Dad got back are reliable."

Sit back on the chair again, pick up the remaining apple, and slowly enjoy it with a 'click'...