She Is Not a Witch Chapter 12: Forest stream

"When will the sage be back?" Palinsha looked at Lorrain Hill, who was wearing a black and silver robe, and asked with her head down.

"About the beginning of next year, there is still something to be done." I can't say that I still have to go to school, the girl thought.

In the past two years in Emenas, she has read a lot of books and met with many classmates from other regions, and she has learned more about the world. It can be said that it has been very rewarding. If it hadn't been for the invitation of Pullman this time, I'm afraid I would stay for five years before leaving.

But the world is changing. Today, Crancia is in the early days of the founding of the nation, and many problems need to be solved urgently. If some regulations and policies are not right at the beginning, subsequent corrections will waste a lot of energy and resources and miss many opportunities.

She had to put aside the people and things in the school for the time being, and first participated in the construction of Crancia.

However, some promises still need to be followed. Before the holiday, she promised Frosia that she would spend the winter festival party with her at the end of the year, so she would have to stay in school for a while in the next six months.

"See you next year, Palinsha."

Lorraine Hill waved his hand, and then bid farewell to the secretary general. As for the others, she said it before, and the separation time won't be too long this time, so there is no need to make it too formal.

"Goodbye, Lord Lorrain Hill."

Palinsa put on her dress and saluted, and then a breeze blew up, and the silver-haired girl disappeared into the blue sky.

The boundless fields and mountains undulate on the ground, and the river reflects the crystal light, decorating the ground like a streamer. Blowing the gentle summer breeze, Lorrain Hill looked at this magnificent mountain and river, and a burst of pride rose in his heart.

Even with all kinds of scars and destruction, the world will still be rejuvenated and still so beautiful.

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One day later, the Maple Leaf Garden in the Tizilan Mountains.

As the air flow dissipated, the dress slowly fell, and Lorrain Hill returned to his home where he had been away for nearly a month. Taking off her coat and putting on light slippers, she threw her head on the soft big bed and rolled around with her pillow.

It's still comfortable at home.

She lay on her back on the bed, spread her hands, took off her slippers with one foot, and stepped on the bed. Looking at the wood grain ceiling and thinking about the experience of this month, it is really incredible.

Before she went out, she didn't think too much, she just wanted to see what the current state of Crancia looks like, and whether Pullman has led the country in the right direction.

As a result, he was caught by the student, and suddenly he changed from a bystander to a participant.

It seems that I have been busy these years, but next time she goes to Crancia, she would have to go to various counties and provinces first to see the actual situation, otherwise it would be bad if it is too divorced from reality.

Just like that, she lay in bed and took a nap before waking up in the afternoon.

After getting up, she took a small circle in her backyard, picked a few green cucumbers, and put them in a basket.

Under the summer sun, the colors of the forest are particularly distinct and bright. The tender green leaves are swaying in the breeze along with the branches, and the crystal clear stream flows on the pebbles, making a subtle and pleasant sound.

Lorlandhill opened her hands and walked on the rocks by the stream, maintaining her balance. The summer breeze in the forest brought a hint of coolness, causing her hair to float along with it.

Turning a few tall redwoods and stones, she found a suitable place, put the basket in her hand into the stream, and then blocked it with a few pebbles to prevent the basket from being washed away by the water. The cucumbers in the basket are also soaked in the cool stream water to slowly filter out the summer heat.

Simply blow a big rock clean, Lorrain Hill sits on it, and the white skirt is divided into mottled appearances by the sunlight in the shade. She took off the sandals on her feet and put her toes into the water, and a cold water touch spread to the upper part of her body along with her calves.

The girl watched her feet rise and fall in the stream, playing with spray playfully. After having fun like this for a while, I let go.

She leaned on a sloping stone and looked at the leaves in the sky. The blue sky faintly revealed from the branches and leaves, and a gust of wind blew and made a rustling sound.

Close your eyes, and the long singing of birds can be heard in the distant forest.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, and as a breeze floated, she slowly landed on the place where the basket was placed.

Take out the soaked cold cucumber, break it into two pieces with a crisp sound, and then take a bite. The cool and slightly sweet sensation fills the mouth.

Actually, when she was a child, she would still peel the cucumbers when she ate them, because the cucumbers at that time were indeed green and yellow. The surface was smooth, thick and round, and it was inconvenient to chew. Later, there was only one kind of cucumber on the market, that is, the slender type with small jagged surfaces. The advantage of this type of cucumber is that it can be eaten without peeling it, and it feels like popsicles.

After eating a few cucumbers, Lorrain Hill took out his fishing rod and sat idle on the rock to catch fish. Of course she would be faster to catch the fish directly, but that would be no fun.

In the depths of the stream, a few fallen leaves floated over the water, and the white plume was constantly undulating on the water surface. The bait below was swaying back and forth under the touch of the swimming fish. The silver-haired **** the side looked curiously at these palms. Long river fish, wondering whether it should be steamed or braised tonight.

The decision is yours.

The fishing line was pulled up long in the air, and an orange carp (king?) jumped out of the water and landed on the grass beside it. Its tail was constantly rolling, and its body bounced and fell on the ground.

The King Carp used water splashing, the effect is not ordinary.

Lorraine Hill came over, squatted aside and put the basket beside her, looking at the carp, she poked it with her finger, and then the carp jumped up and soared more than 500 millimeters above the ground. High in the sky, and then fall into the basket that has been waiting for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ It's great, so that you don't have to make your hands sticky.

Holding the basket, Lorrain Hill walked toward the hut where he lived, and began to prepare today's dinner.

At night, she flipped through the recipes stored in the system, looked at the browned fish in the country, and turned it over with a spatula from time to time.

"Well, um, we need to add some pepper, garlic, chili..."

The auxiliary materials are spilled into the pot, and with the sound of oily, a burst of incense spreads out of the pot.

"Add boiled water, cook for a while, sprinkle some green mysterious substance, and then you are done."

Holding a wooden bowl into a bowl of white glutinous rice, the girl sat beside the tumbling small pot with chopsticks, and waited for a while.

I stretched out my chopsticks and took a bite. The deliciousness of fish, the numbness of Chinese pepper, and the fragrance of pepper overflowed my taste buds.

Cooking is really fun.