She Is Not a Witch Chapter 60: The old shadow of the morning flower
The matter in Baimanzhou is over, and the next stop is Xuanyuanzhou.
Lorland Hill was sitting in a room in the dragon boat, looking at the night scene outside the window.
Scattered spots of light began to appear on the originally pitch-black land. There were towns and cities.
Although the world is in turmoil, and several continents in the south have suffered floods, it is still within the controllable range. Today's world is no longer the wild eastern continent it was thousands of years ago. Under the management of the dynasty for hundreds of years, many The barren place has been reclaimed, and the presence of the Sect Sect is also the magic needle of the sea everywhere. They have more or less maintained the stability of the local area.
After all, this is a world with extraordinary power. Unlike the past era, the powerful extraordinary faction is enough to suppress many small signs, so that some people dare not easily do evil.
The thoughts in my mind turned around, and a virtual topographic map appeared in front of Lorraine Hill. On it, I could see the location of Xuanyuan Continent. Between the horizontal mountains, Jianyou City is located in this huge canyon.
Treading the bones to see Youcheng, Xuanyuanzhou's big sect, the disciples of the sect seldom go out for a walk, but there are still many people who have heard the name of this sect.
The faction named after the city naturally has its historical reasons, because there was originally a chaotic vortex, and the disciples of this faction were also ordered to guard this place. It has become prosperous, and now Jianyou City is not only the name of the faction, but also the name of the local giant city. The two overlap and sometimes confuse people.
But now, if it is not specifically stated, Jianyou City often refers to the local giant city, which is one of the nine giant cities in the dynasty. Millions of people live in it. It is extremely prosperous and special.
Recalling these materials in his mind, Lorraine Hill remembered another thing, that is, the secret history of the previous dynasty, which he learned from the depths of the classics room in the Xiangyu Sect.
It is said that the chaotic vortex in Xuanyuan Continent was very violent at that time, and later a witch was sealed and imprisoned in it, and with the help of her ability, the abyss was calmed down, making the seal firm.
Not all witches are kind, and there are some who are particularly surly and cruel. Wufeng fought with other witches in the Eastern Continent back then, and it was not all smooth sailing. This witch was one of the losers back then and was imprisoned. In the depths of the abyss in Xuanyuanzhou, use her power to suppress the vortex.
It's just that the chaotic vortex on the earth has been completely resolved by myself now, and I don't know what is going on with that witch now. After Wufeng defeated those witch opponents back then, she didn't kill them all. faded into the memory of the world.
This time she went to Xuanyuanzhou, not only to win over and know Jian Youcheng's current intentions, but also to look for the trace of the witch back then to see if there are new problems that need to be solved.
In the dragon boat, Lorraine Hill sorted out his thoughts, then opened the light yellow diary, and wrote some things in it.
The black ink flows out from the copper-colored metal pen tip, and it draws clear and beautiful traces on the soft paper, outlining each handwriting, the bend is slightly rounded, and the shape is quite charming, giving people a sense of clarity. And the serious feeling is not sloppy and casual.
After gaining extraordinary power, Lorraine Hill's grasp of the pen and hand is many times stronger than that of the previous life. Even without special training, the handwriting is much better.
Perhaps this is why there is no special worship of calligraphy in the world today, because everyone knows that high-level transcendents have special advantages in writing.
Without a fair competition environment, there will be no channel to show one's own efforts, so it is impossible to talk about admiration and imitation.
In the room at night, the candlelight elongated the girl's figure, and the edge of the long hair became a little hazy in the light, dyed with an orange halo, giving people a particularly quiet and nostalgic feeling, recalling many past events , a moment of blurred time.
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Time passed quietly, and when the girl raised her body and then put down the pen in her hand, the peaceful state was broken, and this small world seemed to come alive again.
Speaking of which, it's not too early, Lorraine Hill looked out of the window, and it was pitch black at this time, only the night with Qingdai sinking like ink.
What happened to the sudden craving for food? Thinking of this, Lorraine Hill felt a little amused for himself.
If you want to eat, you can eat it. It’s just that going out at this time will disturb other people a bit, or she is also a bit of an idol. If someone sees herself cooking some supper in the kitchen, will it become something everyone talks about? .
Wow, His Royal Highness Lorraine was cooking in the kitchen last night, it sounds a bit wrong.
But it's always bad to call someone else at this time, so go by yourself, she shook her head, shaking the hair behind her, and then stood up.
After packing up the pen and diary in his hand, Lorraine Hill came to the vanity mirror in the room, looked at his clothes and face, there was nothing wrong, so he walked softly to the door, twitched the latch, open the door.
The wooden door is light and strong, and when you hold it and push it open, you can feel a slight friction from the connection with the door frame, but fortunately, the dragon boats built are all exquisite craftsmen, and they don't make too much noise.
A gust of cool wind poured into the room from outside the corridor, making Lorraine Hill's face feel a little cold. She closed the door and looked at the exit of the stairs leading to the upper floor. It was open, and the wind on the dragon boat deck gushed Enter this corridor, and blow to the rear cabin, so that the interior will not be dull.
Because it was getting late, there was no one in the corridor, only a few disciples were guarding the entrance and exit. They didn't feel cold standing in the night wind. They probably were distracted in their practice while standing guard. Disciples basically do this.
At this moment, these people did not look at the corridor, some were guarding the exit leading to the deck with their backs to Lorraine Hill, and some turned the corner to look at the night scene outside the railing, and occasionally whispered to their companions thing.
Lorraine Hill raised his footsteps a little easily, and walked towards the depths of the corridor, which led to the lower floor, with the kitchen and storage room.
Although she can take out the stored food from the storage space, she still wants to eat some hot food, and if she eats in the room, will it make the whole room smell? I will clean it tomorrow When disciples smell it, will they think of some things that are not good for the image?
Lorraine Hill thought about these things brokenly in his heart, and wondered whether he should try to maintain a certain image.
If you don’t maintain it, it will always break the fantasy of many people, and it will be a bit disappointing to others’ expectations, but it will be a bit troublesome if you keep doing this, and it will be bad if you really can’t pretend one day.
Even those great people in history know their own little hobbies and characteristics, and there are times when they are not so great or even very young and naive. Thinking about it this way, the pressure in Lorraine Hill's heart is much less.
Walk through the corridor at night and walk down the steps inside the dragon boat. The light and fluttering skirt undulates between the steps, rubbing against the knees and skin from time to time, and the soft and cool feeling of silk is also transmitted. After walking down the steps , the situation of the lower level also appeared in the eyes of Lorraine Hill.
Three glass-enclosed night lights are hung on the inner corridor, exuding a soft halo. Empty wooden seats.
Move softly, and walk past the deserted restaurant, behind is the cooking place, the kitchen has been closed, and there is still a cross bolt on it.
Lorraine Hill lifted the cross bolt, moved it to one side, and then creaked open the slightly slanted door, and the dark kitchen appeared in front of him.
She lit a small, round fireball, flew towards the dark kitchen, and then walked to the side cabinet, where the ingredients should be placed.
The cabinet door carved with dragon patterns was covered with a faint oily sheen, and a faint smell could still be smelled in it. It pulls away.
It is divided into four layers, the top layer contains spices, various small bags and boxes, the second layer is vegetables, neatly stacked, including eggplant and green vegetables, as well as mushrooms and peppers, the third layer is Potatoes, pumpkins, and sweet potatoes. On the fourth floor, there is a bronze-style ice mirror, which contains frozen pork and beef.
There are three such cabinets, and the ingredients placed in each are different. Generally speaking, it is still very rich. The dragon boat lands once every three days on average, and will buy a lot of fresh ingredients for storage. If it is a special long-distance voyage , there is also a large cold storage inside, which stores non-perishable food, but it is not fresh enough, and it is usually not used.
From time to time, Lorraine Hill bent down or squatted in front of the cabinet door, looking at the ingredients inside, thinking about what kind of recipes to combine to make today's dinner.
It has been more than half a year since the last time I cooked by myself. It seems that after returning to Xiangyu School, everyone took good care of themselves and never went to the kitchen again. I have also done it a few times, and Bai Zao also taught some local specialties.
It's better to eat noodles. Steaming rice is really too troublesome at this time. Lorraine Hill blinked and made a decision.
She first took out a piece of light red pork, cut off a part, and put the excess back into the ice cream, then cut the remaining piece into thin slices, rinsed it briefly with water, and put it in a bowl.
After that, there are other condiments. Lorraine Hill first cut and peeled a few garlic, then chopped it into fine pieces, and put it in the bowl with the sliced meat.
Pour in a little cooking wine, add minced garlic, add some salt and soy sauce, and she kneads and stirs the meat slices with her hands.
The meat slices and soy sauce are a little cold and sticky. As you knead and stir well, the salt grains slowly melt between your fingers, and a slight aroma of wine overflows from the bowl. After marinating, Lorraine Hill Wash your hands with clean water, and then boil the water.
While waiting for the water to boil, she went to the cupboard and brought out a vegetable. She couldn't tell the specific name, after all, most of these vegetables were similar but had different names.
At this time, the root of the one in Lorraine Hill's hand has a brittle white stalk and light green leaves on it. wash.
It's cool to enter the water, and when the finger touches the edge of the leaf, it feels a little itchy, which is very slight and fleeting.
After washing the leaves, drain the water and put them on the desk. Lorraine Hill easily cut them up. At this time, the water is almost boiling.
Put the marinated meat slices first, and then Lorraine Hill washed and cut the three mushrooms into small pieces and put them in the pot.
The meat and mushrooms are not easy to cook, so put them first. After waiting for two minutes, Lorraine Hill will start to go down. It is almost like making a fist with your hands, with your thumbs on the four fingers. When you hold it empty, there is a gap in the middle. The number of thicknesses varies according to the size of the person, and the size of the palm also changes accordingly, so the amount of noodles can be taken out more accurately in this way, so that it will not be too much to eat, or too little to eat.
Men and people with a large body have large palms, so they can naturally take out more noodles. For a body like Lorraine Hill, the palms are also small, and the noodles taken out are suitable for her to eat in one sitting.
Seeing that the noodles in the boiling water are softening, Lorraine Hill stirs them slightly with chopsticks, then puts the greens in it, and finally takes out a green onion, washes it, cuts it into small pieces, and puts it in the pot.
White steam is steaming, the noodles are fragrant, and the onion smells good after being heated, which arouses a little appetite. Finally, Lorraine Hill pours a spoonful of sesame oil, adds a little salt, and waits for a little while. The fire goes out.
After taking out the noodles in a bowl, pour the soup, just enough to submerge the noodles in the bowl, and there is not much waste. Lorraine Hill rinsed the pot and put it aside.
In this way, today's dinner is ready.
Holding the chopsticks and the hot white porcelain noodle bowl, Lorraine Hill cautiously walked out of the kitchen to the quiet dining room, and put the bowl on the table. Only then did she let go, Shake it a few times in the air to dissipate the heat.
Now that you can enjoy it with peace of mind, Lorraine Hill sat by the window, lit a big candle, placed it by the table, and then dissipated the small fireball, feeling relaxed and comfortable for a while.
In the candlelight, the clear oil in the noodle soup reflects a little light, rippling slightly, its orange-red light is dotted with a little emerald green onion, and occasionally a few pieces of light white tender meat emerge from the cracks in the noodles, in the candlelight There was a trace of white air in the air, and two pieces of mushrooms were floating in the clear oil at the corner, looking very soft.
Holding up the chopsticks, Lorraine Hill picked up a little bit of noodles. Because she was afraid of oil splashing on her body, she lowered her head slightly, and then pressed her hands on the dress on her chest, and then began to eat in small bites.
The fragrance of noodles penetrates into the nose along with the transpiring white air, warming the somewhat cold nasal cavity, and a feeling of familiarity and nostalgia wells up in my heart.
When did I eat the most noodles, probably when I was in middle school in my previous life.
At that time, I had to get up at 5:30 every day, and came to the noodle shop in front of the school around 6:00. At this time, it was still dark, and the air was very cold. In the light and shadow, I and other students came to the school by bicycle, and then sat in front of the greasy table ~IndoMTL.com~ and finished today's breakfast before entering the school for class.
At that time, my favorite was ramen, but unfortunately I couldn't make it. After I got off work, I cooked noodles by myself in the house after work.
After a long time, the following craftsmanship has become more and more proficient. At first, some peppers and condiment powders were used, but later they were discarded. I felt that the taste was too messy and not as good as the original fragrance of the ingredients.
It's really sad and skillful, Lorraine Hill thinks of the past with nostalgia and a little laugh.
However, whenever I sit and eat noodles in the dead of night like this, I think about many things, sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I look forward to it, sometimes I think of my childhood, and sometimes a picture pops up in my mind inadvertently. A name I haven't seen in a long time.
I lament the passing of years and the changes of people and things.
The former elementary school and junior high school have been canceled and merged, and disappeared. The group of friends who laughed back then have long since disappeared. Even if they meet again, they may only smile at each other and pass each other.