She Is Not a Witch

In early winter, a thin layer of snow fell in the yard, and the windows were covered with frost and mist.

This is a house on the hillside of Yamazakura City. It is not far from the small town below the mountain and is relatively quiet. After the organization gradually got on the right track and the affairs were no longer heavy, Lorraine Hill moved here to live.

Because of the relatively high reputation, there will always be people visiting in the city, and even going out will attract a lot of attention. This made Lorraine Hill a little distressed, and finally moved out altogether.

Of course, she doesn't live alone, and Vimiya also lives together, but they have different bedrooms.

This witch of the sea seldom participates in the affairs of the 'Fairywood' organization, and occasionally works part-time as a music teacher in the school.

"As a singer, participating in politics will become very strange. I want to make people feel a little more relaxed, and appreciating music also requires a relaxed state of mind." Vimiya explained to Lorraine Hill in this way, Said that it was taught to her by a music teacher when she was in Emenas.

Although Lorraine Hill often suspected that the music teacher was Mrs. Filia, she didn't have to ask deliberately.

In fact, Lorraine Hill himself was a little afraid of too cumbersome affairs, so he had no motivation to involve Vimiya in it.

Now that the situation has stagnated and stabilized, this sage girl can finally sleep in. She doesn't have to worry about it every day like before. What if the armies from the west and north of the empire suddenly go south.

It was another afternoon, because it was a rest day, and Lorraine Hill was sitting by the fireplace reading a book in her nightgown. She leaned on the light gray rabbit down pillow, and the pure white skirt was lightly golden by the fire.

The armrest at hand was a little hot, and the teapot hanging in the fireplace was steaming, and the slight fragrance of tea slowly overflowed.

In the corner of the room, near the ceiling, a crow with blue and black feathers was squatting on the black cushion the girl made for it, as if closing its eyes to rest.

As the tea gradually boiled, the sound of snoring water began to sound, and the sound of going downstairs came from the stairs beside it.

Wearing a light blue and white dress, Vimiya walked down the steps and seemed to have just woken up. No need to guess, this lady witch must have been obsessed with composing music again last night, and the sound of the strings did not gradually end until the early morning.

"Good afternoon, Lorraine." Vimiya greeted, 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.

"Do you want 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 teacup.

"Don't be so troublesome. I'm going to the city later. A few music masters will come over today. They seem to want to ask me a lot of questions. It's probably inevitable that we will have dinner together."

Vimiya shook her head, her bangs were still curled up, it seemed that she didn't pay attention when she was sleeping.

"That's it, then I won't keep you." The girl nodded, then stood up, stretched her waist, and the silver hair also slipped down her shoulders.

Compared with the past, Lorraine Hill has recently combed her long hair with double ponytails, making her look younger, and it always makes people associate with the goblins.

And inside the 'Fairywood' organization, many people actually worship this girl as a 'mythical goblin'.

Although the so-called idol worship is clearly prohibited within the organization, many people can't help but think so, and there is no way around it.

Although Miss Ciaranlotte is beautiful, she often has a serious face on weekdays. Coupled with the complicated reputation of the Bascar family in the past, many people in the organization are difficult to get close to.

The remaining high-level committee members, Geweier and Lorraine Hill, are more friendly.

Although Lu Bin seems to have a refined demeanor, internally, his sharp eyes and insights often make many subordinates walk on thin ice, fearing that something is not good enough and will be pointed out and criticized.

As for Gu Huasi, he looked very bold, but he never paid attention to administrative matters. He focused on military training within the organization and rarely appeared in the eyes of administrative personnel.

And after being taught by Lorraine Hill, Miss Geweier handles some organizational matters most of the time now, and only when encountering major events or difficult decisions, will she ask Lorraine Hill.

She was originally intelligent, and her personality was 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 her. Unfortunately, this young lady has never accepted her, and she always declines one by one. Few people are heartbroken.

Gu Yu

Ah, do you mean that someone will pursue Miss Jialan?

Maybe it was there at the beginning, but it gradually disappeared. That adult is so special and beautiful, like a mythical goblin far away from the world. The man joked to dispel his mind.

After all, it was too far away, like an untouchable dream.

After tidying up her hair, Vimiya went out after she had re-styled.

Lorraine Hill was the only one left in the house. She leaned on the sofa and pillows and flipped through the pages of legends and stories. In this way, it was time for dinner when the orange sunset slanted.

"It's good to do something." Lorraine Hill walked lightly to the clean kitchen, squatted down, and opened the wooden cabinet door.

Green and yellow striped squash, plump potatoes, lush broccoli, tomatoes, and more are some of the recently picked vegetables behind the grid-like doors.

Lorraine Hill patted the hard pumpkin, shook his head, and thought about how he could eat it all by himself. Then his fingers slid across the surface of the tomato, pausing for a moment before picking up one.

There is still bread in the cupboard, well, if I cook again, there will be only leftovers, so I won't make another staple food tonight.

Then the silver-haired girl swept her eyes, and found some chestnuts in a small bamboo basket in the corner. This was picked by her on the mountain some time ago, and this is all that is left now.

Lorraine Hill liked to eat chestnuts very much in his previous life, especially chestnuts fried with sugar. The sweet, glutinous and soft taste is still fresh in people's memory.

The only downside is that chestnuts are easy to break, and if they are not done well, it will be very troublesome to peel them.

Holding the chestnuts and tomatoes, Lorraine Hill first slashed the chestnuts with a small wind blade, then put them into the pot, and then injected a small stream of fire to scurry in the pot, just like a small stream of fire Like snakes, they roasted these chestnuts quickly, but not so hot that they burned them.

Our sage girls are always very good at fine-grained control of magic power.

When the chestnuts are almost ripe, the slits are gradually cracked, exposing the light yellow part, exuding a faint white gas, and there is a faint sweet smell in the kitchen.

Dissipate the fire, put the chestnuts still in the pot, Lorraine Hill took out the meat slices from the cooling copper box on the side, after washing, first use the airflow to quickly remove the surface moisture, and then put it into another pot where the oil has just smoked , at this time it will be about 200-300 degrees, which is just right.

Seeing the meat slices sizzling in the pot and starting to emit fragrance, Lorraine Hill took out two pieces of cut garlic and put them in, a burst of strange fragrance immediately emanated, which greatly encouraged people's sense of smell.

Afterwards, every ten seconds or so, the girl turned over the meat slices with a spatula, allowing both sides to be evenly heated, resulting in a wonderful Maillard reaction, which is also the key to the attractive taste of the meat.

The surface of the meat gradually became golden and burnt, and the rich aroma began to spread, and then saw that the meat slices were almost cooked, and Lorraine Hill sprinkled coarser and large grains of salt, so that the salt grains would not completely melt evenly, The meat slices are presented and placed on a white porcelain plate.

The attractive color and aroma immediately spread, and the delicious steak does not need too many seasonings, and its own flavor is attractive enough.

Speaking of which, this kind of cooking technique was learned by the **** the Internet 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 by herself.

This is a method of frying steaks, but occasionally it is used on other meats, and it seems to work well, as long as the thickness of the steak is appropriate.

The reason why I use large grains of salt~www.readwn.com~ is because it tastes like a roller coaster, with ups and downs in the mouth, while fine salt will be very bland, either too salty or too bland.

After leaving her hometown, she, who didn't know how to cook, became a skilled little chef in just a few years. It's just that the food made by this self-taught girl is not the taste of her hometown after all.

It is more complex and diverse, and all kinds of new things that even parents have never been exposed to.

After frying the steak, the girl sat at the dining table and served it with bread slices and tomato slices. After eating these, Lorraine Hill put some peeled light yellow chestnuts in front of the raven, and watched the little guy peck at them. After that, she took the remaining sweet chestnuts and sat back by the fireplace.

By this time it was already dark outside, and the night was gradually falling.

Sitting by the warm fireplace, Lorraine Hill faced the firelight, flipping the yellowed pages, picking up the chestnuts on the side when he paused occasionally, and eating them in small bites, just like living in his own small cave in winter Like a hamster, spend a comfortable and quiet night.

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