Release that Witch

After dinner, Anna took a large bag of birds and kissed mushrooms into the kitchen.

These white mushrooms are different from ordinary mushrooms, which are harvested from the fascinating forest. Birds and mushrooms are usually grown on the top of huge trees. They are fed by the nutrients that **** the trees, and are also the favorite food of some birds. Although its taste is extremely delicious, the thick handle of the handle is as delicate as tender meat. Due to the high growth position, it is difficult to detect under the standing position. There are not many people who are willing to climb up the tree to find the picking.

And her mother always picks up some more on the day of her birthday, making two mushroom dishes to celebrate the birthday, compared to the moldy bread and the ugly porridge, the unique taste She is hard to forget. Although I no longer have to worry about eating too much, and the daily food is a lot more abundant, she still wants to make these two delicious foods that can only be tasted in the western town. I will share it with the recent busy daily. The late Royal Roland.

The stove in the kitchen was extinguished, but it was hard to beat Anna. She threw the wood into the stove and called out the black fire, and soon the flames in the hearth burned.

At this time, the nightingale suddenly came out of the wall. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I want to eat something for my Highness. He just slept very late. What about you?"

“Ah, haha,” she touched the back of her head. “I just wanted to find some snacks to eat... The stomach was a little hungry,” paused, her curiosity probe coming. “What are you going to do?”

"Well... honey baked mushrooms and mushroom soup" Anna opened the baggage, revealing the bird inside the mushroom, "all are the unique food in Bianbu Town, do you want to try it?"

The nocturnal nodded and quickly picked up. "Can you teach me to do it... I also want to learn to do this."

“Yes,” Anna laughed. “It’s easy.”

After slicing the mushrooms, she grabbed a large portion of the nightingale. "First spread the butter on both sides of the mushroom evenly, then put it on the fire and bake it carefully until it is golden on both sides. Be careful not to bake for too long, it will be black."

"Well," the nightingale took over the birds and kissed the mushrooms, and learned the appearance of Anna to put grease on both sides. "His Royal Highness worked late?"

"Yeah, in order to resettle the refugees and draw some drawings of the new machinery, he almost went to bed at midnight every day. There were several times when I passed the office, I could see the light under the door." Anna nodded. After leaving for almost half a month, you miss your Highness, right?"

The nightingale shook a little, and the mushroom fell into the butter. "Oh... actually it’s okay..."

"Not only you, lightning, Lily, Echo, Wendy, I miss my Highness. They said that there is no place to take a bath. I always want to come back." Anna suddenly felt that the other person’s look was a bit strange. "Hey, how? Already?"

"No," she licked her head and picked up the mushroom. She smiled embarrassedly. "It turned out to be like this, indeed... I missed it."

"Yes," Anna pinched the oiled mushroom directly into the fire. "If I leave the Highness for half a month, no, maybe only a few days, I can't wait to see him again." ”

The meeting with Roland Wimbledon in the dungeon was the most incredible moment of her life. Until today, she still felt warm and grateful. If it is not His Royal Highness, even if she can continue to live, she will only live in obscurity and confusion, just like the numb townspeople.

It is Her Royal Highness who has taught her the world, whether it is pepper steak with sauce or "The Foundation of Natural Science Theory", his appearance has filled in a new thing for his life, so that she finally feels that she is not Like everyone else, it is a unique witch.

Other sisters must also think that as long as they have been with His Royal Highness, it is impossible not to fall into his whimsy and unique charm. Anna is convinced of this.

"Ah, have I been roasting for too long?" The nightingale lifted the iron fork and the mushroom side had become browned.

"Slightly..." She couldn't help but laugh. "The bird kisses the mushroom very delicately, so the barbecue time must be no more. You can master it a few times. I will prepare the stew material first. ”

The nightingale stained the slightly mushroom with honey and salt and threw it into the mouth. "Well, it's quite delicious." She looked at the girl who skillfully blended the various blades and ingredients, she curiously asked, " Have you done this before?"

"Well, pickle food, polish wheat flour, go to the nobles for short-term work, and help the neighbor's sheep to bathe and shave," Anna said. "In addition to going to Carl's college, most of the time is doing these things." Suddenly, "But after my mother died, my father never let me go to college, or even allow me to leave the house."

"Sorry……"

"It's nothing, it's gone," Anna's eyes are bright, like the blue lake under the moonlight. "I'm a very lucky one compared to the big logarithm witch, isn't it?"

The greased mushroom pieces are slightly rolled up under the flame, giving a slight squeak. Sprinkle some salt, and after roasting, you can smell the fragrant smell. The buttery taste of the butter and the unique taste of the bird-like mushroom mix together, making people mouth watering. Finally, I circled the honey jar and finished the production of a slice of baked mushrooms. Whether it is the bird mushroom itself or honey, it can be collected from the fascinating forest. For the locals, if you cut down a tree that has both a honeycomb and a mushroom, you can count it. It is a very lucky day.

When the crocks used in the stew spewed a white gas, the two also finished their respective mushroom roasting and seasoning.

"I'm done, at least it looks pretty good," the nightingale stuffed into his mouth. "I used to have a culinary talent... Hey, this one seems a bit salty."

"Time is almost just right," Anna looked at the night outside the window. "Let's send it to my Highness."

"Trouble you to hand it over to me," she said, clasping her hands. "Please."

"You don't go with me?"

"No," she laughed. "Because I don't know what kind of expression I should show when I see him now."

Anna groaned, not waiting for the meaning of this sentence, and disappeared into the air for convenience. What kind of expression is important? Smile, frustration or expressionlessness can be. Even if I just came out of jail, I lost confidence in everything, and when I was desperate, I didn’t let my Highness feel bored. Why should I avoid it? She thought for a while and couldn't understand it. She had to shake her head and walked up the plate and the soup bowl to the office. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)