You and me under the world tree

"what……"

After hearing what Huo De said, Hela couldn't help but stare at the round potato. The slightly rough skin seemed to be mocking her at the moment.

"Okay, leave it to me here, I will do it."

"Ok!"

After hearing what Huo De said, Hela finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll wait."

She just bounced and left the kitchen.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't ask Hodder why he was lying on the table.

As for Hodder, at the moment he is just staring at the potato in his hand.

Then slowly closed his eyes.

"Is there any problem...?"

He sighed, then peeled the potatoes.

"It's me who thinks too much."

Vaguely, he suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

Maybe, a person like him really doesn't deserve to enjoy the kindness of others?

With this almost self-deprecating thought, he turned his head away.

"What would you like to add to your mashed potatoes?"

"Milk."

"Row."

Chapter 87: The Hurrying Visitors

Huo De has already started to work in the kitchen.

On the other side, Hela's vision was a little subtle.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she instinctively felt that something was wrong.

As for why, the reason should be on that body.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help raising her head and looking in the direction of the kitchen again.

There, the man didn't do any other superfluous movements, just peeling the potatoes calmly.

Then, he poured out the pot of boiling water again.

"Ah! I just made that water before."

"Boiling will make a difference in terms of taste."

Facing Hila's astonishing complaints, the man didn't look back.

He casually poured out about half of the water in the cauldron, and then set up another cage on top.

"In addition, my pot is a steamer. Although it looks a bit like a soup pot, if you use it to cook things, it is easy to transfer flavors."

he opened his mouth to speak.

There is a kind of calm between the words, and there is no impatience.

However, Hela felt that she couldn't say anything.

There must be doubts.

After all, she didn't understand the difference.

What steamer and skillet.

Up to now, she can only distinguish the difference between the wok and the two by virtue of her appearance.

In addition to this layman's doubts, she also had such a strong sense of shame in her heart.

The calmer Hodder's tone was, the heavier her sense of shame.

Because she knew very well that this was not a mockery, and it was completely different from the way they laughed and scolded and mocked each other.

"Oh……"

I don't know if she understood the instructions, but she just nodded mechanically in the end.

And Hodder could understand the perfunctory attitude in her words without looking back.

"Don't say 'oh' over there, it's not a good thing if you really cook it, and you don't want to eat that kind of strange-tasting dish."

How strange can taste strange be.

Facing Huo De's words, Hela suddenly had the urge to complain.

But at this moment, she found that she couldn't say the obvious hard words.

Obviously, in the past, this kind of words came easily to her.

"If you are interested in these things in the future, at least you have to distinguish these things clearly."

At this moment, Hela realized that she had finally found a chance.

"There are too many things in the kitchen, and they look about the same."

However, when these words blurted out, Hela felt something was wrong.

This excuse is too bad!

Maybe it was because her mood wasn't stable in the first place, but Hela suddenly became irritable.

She can think of how that man will fight back, okay?

But just when she was inexplicably depressed, the voice from the kitchen caught her by surprise.

"It's not hard to tell the difference."

"Ok?"

"I can teach you if I have time in the future, and I have some recipes here."

"what……"

Why is your response different from what I expected?

Looking at the figure still busy in the kitchen, Hela had various thoughts welling up in her heart.

This is completely different from what you used to do. Hey!

and many more!

different?

Suddenly, Hela felt as if she realized something.

If it was in the past, when he made a mistake, even if the man would not be too exaggerated, there would be some irony in his words.

This is the way she is used to getting along.

Moreover, it is precisely because of the exaggeration that the subconscious will not take it seriously.

The way they get along with each other is like this.

She sometimes behaves a little out of line, and she also enjoys his slightly helpless counterattack.

But now it's completely different.

Facing the words that were not exaggerated at all, she suddenly felt overwhelmed.

After all, this is what is wrong!

Tell me what I did wrong, and I will correct it!

It may be because there is really no way to adapt to this, and a strong desire to complain emerges from the bottom of Hela's heart.

Now she is really uncomfortable.

But she couldn't accurately describe her current mood.

But after she calmed down completely, she felt a little bit reluctant.

So what is this?

Unexpectedly, Hela finally just looked up at the man.

He still didn't look back, just peeled the potatoes, then started to steam the potatoes, and then set up another pot to cook the broth.

Then I prepared milk, sugar, and honey.

After everything was ready, he just stayed where he was and didn't move.

Witnessing such a scene, Hela's expression gradually became complicated.

In fact, in this small manor, this scene is performed every day.

Because he is in charge of three meals, and when that woman is around, she will also help.

But I don't know why, but today seems particularly strange.

Why?With this in mind, Hela laid down on the soft sofa and stared at the kitchen.

Time passed slowly.

Under Hela's watchful eye, the man steamed the potatoes and cooked the broth.

After the potatoes were mashed, milk and honey were added.

Once combined, begin to simmer, stirring as you go.

Perhaps for some novices, they need to ensure the amount of each ingredient to ensure that there are no problems with the finished product.

But Huo De is used to it after all, so there is no need to measure it at all, and he knows how much to use at a glance.

Then, the finished product comes out.

"It smells good."

After smelling the aroma coming from the kitchen, Hela couldn't help but feel a little complicated in her heart.

After all, this is the privilege of the living.

"So, what are you thinking about?"

"Ok?"

Just when Hela gently dug out the white mashed potatoes with a spoon, she heard these words.

And this made her stunned.

She knew what Hodder was asking, and now it was indeed time to answer.

After all, some time has passed now, and even Hiltebrand has gone back to Gothic.

"I think I'm still..."

Suddenly, the words stopped abruptly.

It wasn't that she was teasing people, but because of a little unexpected situation.

Someone came at the gate of the manor.

Not only Hela, but even Huo De raised his head subconsciously.

"You eat slowly."

He slowly put down his spoon.

"If I don't come back, you just eat my share."

"Ah... oh."

Then, Hela just watched Hodder go out.

She continued to paw at the mashed potatoes, and finally sighed.

"Oh, suddenly I don't have that kind of thought."