In early winter, a layer of fine snow fell in the yard, and the windows were covered with frost and fog.
This is a house halfway up the mountainside of Shanying City. It is not far from the small town at the foot of the mountain and is relatively quiet. After the organization gradually got on track and the affairs were no longer heavy, Lorraine Hill moved here to live.
Because of his relatively high reputation, there were always people visiting him in the city, and even going out would attract a lot of attention. This made Lorraine Hill a little distressed, and in the end he simply moved out.
Of course, she doesn't live alone, Vimiya also lives together, but with different bedrooms.
This sea witch seldom participates in the affairs of the "Drywood" organization, and occasionally works part-time as a music teacher in the school.
"As a singer, it would be weird to be involved in politics. I want people to feel more relaxed, and appreciating music also requires a relaxed state of mind." This is how Vimiya explained to Lorraine Hill,
She said this was taught to her by a music teacher when she was in Emenas.
Although Lorraine Hill often suspected that the music teacher was Mrs. Philia, she could not deliberately ask her questions.
In fact, Lorraine Hill himself is a little afraid of overly complicated affairs, so he has no motivation to let Vimiya participate in it.
Now that the situation has reached stagnation and stability, this sage girl can finally sleep in. She doesn't have to worry about what to do if the armies from the west and north of the empire suddenly move south as before.
Another afternoon, because it was a day off, Lorraine Hill was sitting by the fireplace in her nightgown, reading a book. She leaned on the light gray rabbit down pillow, and the pure white skirt was reflected in a faint golden color by the fire.
The armrest at hand is a little hot, the teapot hanging in the fireplace is steaming, and the slight fragrance of tea slowly overflows.
In the corner of the room, near the ceiling, a dark crow with blue and black feathers was squatting on the black cushion made for it by the girl, seeming to be concentrating with its eyes closed.
As the tea gradually boiled, the sound of snoring water began to be heard, and the sound of people going downstairs also came from the stairs nearby.
Vimiya, wearing a light blue and white dress, walked down the steps. She seemed to have just woken up. No need to guess, this witch lady must have been obsessed with composing music last night. The sound of the strings gradually ended until the early morning.
"Good afternoon, Lorraine." Vimiya said hello, then came to the fireplace, lifted the teapot, poured tea for herself and Lorraine Hill, and then sat down by the warm fireplace.
Holding the teacup and taking a small sip, the witch lady seemed to have gradually gained some energy.
"Would you like something to eat? Let me think about it, there seems to be bread in the cupboard." Lorraine Hill put down the book and warmed his cold fingers with a hot tea cup.
"Don't bother me. I'm going to the city later. Several music masters will come over today. They seem to have a lot of questions to ask me. It's probably inevitable that we'll have a meal together."
Wei Miya shook her head. The hair on her bangs was still a little raised. It seemed that she didn't pay attention while sleeping.
"That's it, then I won't keep you." The girl nodded, then stood up, stretched out, and her silver hair fell down on her shoulders.
Compared to the past, Lorraine Hill has recently worn her long hair in double ponytails, which makes her look a little younger, and people always have a tendency to associate her with the fairy family.
Within the 'Fairy Wood' organization, many people actually worship this girl as a 'mythical fairy'.
Although the organization explicitly prohibits so-called idol worship, many people cannot help but think so, and there is nothing they can do about it.
Although Miss Charlotte is beautiful, she often has a serious face on weekdays. Coupled with the complicated reputation of the Paskar family in the past, it makes it difficult for many people in the organization to get close to her.
Among the remaining high-ranking committee members, Gweir and Lorraine Hill are the ones who are more affable.
Although Lu Bin seems to have a refined demeanor, internally, his sharp vision and insight often make many subordinates walk on thin ice, fearing that they will be criticized if they do not do well enough.
As for Guhuasi, he looks very generous, but he never pays attention to administrative matters. He concentrates on the military training within the organization and rarely appears in the eyes of administrative staff.
After being taught by Lorraine Hill, Miss Gweir now mostly handles some matters within the organization. She will only ask Lorraine Hill when she encounters major issues or difficult decisions.
She is inherently smart and easy to get along with. She is the object of admiration of many people in today's administrative structure. You can often see people sending flowers to pursue them. Unfortunately, this eldest lady has never accepted them. They all declined them one by one.
Few people are heartbroken.
Gu Yan
Ah, are you saying that someone will pursue Miss Jialan?
Maybe it was there at the beginning, but then it gradually disappeared. That adult was so special and beautiful, like a mythical fairy far away from the world. It is hard to imagine that anyone would think that he could pursue this girl, and even if he did, he would be surrounded by others.
The people laughed to distract themselves.
After all, it is too far away, like an untouchable dream.
After arranging her hair, Vimiya went out.
Lorraine Hill was the only one left in the house. She leaned on the sofa and pillows, flipping through the pages telling legends and stories. In this way, as the orange sunset slanted, it was gradually time for dinner.
"What should we do?" Lorraine Hill walked lightly to the clean kitchen, squatted down, and opened the wooden cabinet door.
Behind the grid-like cabinet doors are placed some recently picked vegetables, including green and yellow striped pumpkins, plump potatoes, lush broccoli, tomatoes, etc.
Lorraine Hill patted the somewhat hard pumpkin and shook his head, wondering how he could finish eating it alone. Then he slid his fingers across the surface of the tomatoes, paused briefly, and then picked up one.
There is still bread in the cupboard. Well, if we continue to cook, I will probably only have it left. I won’t make another staple food tonight.
Then the silver-haired girl glanced around and found some chestnuts in a small bamboo basket in the corner. She picked them on the mountain some time ago, and this is all she has left now.
Lorraine Hill loved eating chestnuts in his previous life, especially sugar-fried chestnuts. The sweet and glutinous texture was still fresh in people's memory.
The only drawback is that chestnuts are easy to spoil, and if not done properly, peeling them will be troublesome.
Holding the chestnuts and tomatoes, Lorraine Hill first cut the chestnuts into small slits with a small wind blade, then put them into the pot, and then injected a small stream of fire into the pot, like a small stream of fire.
Like snakes, they roast the chestnuts quickly without getting too hot and burning them.
When it comes to the fine control of magic power, our sage girl is always very good at it.
When the chestnuts are almost ripe, the slits gradually crack open, revealing the light yellow part, emitting a light white air, and there is a light and sweet smell in the kitchen.
Dissipating the fire, leaving the chestnuts still in the pot, Lorraine Hill took out the meat slices from the refrigeration copper box on the side. After washing them, he first used airflow to quickly remove the moisture on the surface, and then put them into another pot where the oil was just smoking. , it will be about 200-300 degrees at this time, which is just right.
Watching the meat slices sizzling in the pot and beginning to emit a fragrant aroma, Lorraine Hill took out two slices of garlic and put it in. A strange aroma immediately spread out, which greatly encouraged people's sense of smell.
Then every ten seconds or so, the girl would use a spatula to turn the meat slices over so that both sides were evenly heated, causing the wonderful Maillard reaction to occur, which is also the key to the attractive taste of the meat.
The surface of the meat gradually became golden and charred, and the fragrant aroma began to spread. Then when the meat slices were almost cooked, Lorraine Hill sprinkled coarser large grains of salt so that the salt grains were not completely melted evenly. Take out the meat slices and place them on a white porcelain plate.
The attractive color and aroma spread immediately. The delicious steak does not require too many condiments, and its own flavor is attractive enough.
Speaking of which, this kind of cooking technique was something the girl learned online before. At that time, she was working outside and didn’t have much money. Occasionally she would want to eat something good, so she would try to cook it herself.
This is originally a technique for frying steaks, but it is occasionally used on other meats and seems to work well, as long as the thickness of the steaks is appropriate.
The reason why large grains of salt are used is because the taste will be like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, while fine salt will be very bland, either too salty or too bland.
After leaving her hometown, she didn't know how to cook, but she became a skilled little chef in just a few years. However, the meals cooked by this self-taught girl were not the same as those in her hometown.
They are more complex and diverse, and are new things that even our parents have never been exposed to.
After frying the steak, the girl sat at the dining table and ate it with slices of bread and tomato slices. After eating these, Lorraine Hill placed some peeled light yellow chestnuts in front of Dark Crow and watched the little guy peck at them. After eating, she took the remaining sweet chestnuts and sat back by the fireplace.
By this time it was already dark outside, and night was gradually falling.
Sitting next to the warm fireplace, Lorraine Hill faced the firelight and turned over the yellowed pages. When he paused occasionally, he picked up a chestnut, peeled it open, and ate it in small bites, as if he was living in his own little cave in winter. Like a hamster, spend a pleasant and quiet night.