Chapter 258 Roasted Chestnuts and Steak

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

This is a house halfway up the mountain in Shanying City. It is not far from the small town at the foot of the mountain and is relatively quiet. After the organization gradually got on the right track and the affairs were no longer heavy, Loren Hill moved here to live.

Because of his reputation, there will always be people visiting in the city, and even going out will attract a lot of attention. This time, Roland Hill was a little distressed, and finally he just moved out.

Of course, she didn't live alone, and Vimiya also lived together, but with different bedrooms.

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

"As a singer, it would be weird to be involved in politics. I want to make people feel more relaxed, and listening to music also requires a relaxed state of mind." Vimiya explained to Roland Hill in this way, Said that it was taught to her by a music teacher when she was in Emenas.

Although Lorraine Hill often suspects that the music teacher is Mrs. Filia, she doesn't want to ask questions deliberately.

In fact, Roland Hill himself was a little afraid of too complicated affairs, so he had no motivation to let Vimiya participate in it.

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

Another afternoon, because it was a rest day, Loren Hill was sitting by the fireplace in her nightdress, reading a book. She was leaning on the light gray rabbit velvet pillow, and the pure white skirt was lightly gilded by the fire.

The armrest at hand was a little hot, 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 dark crow with blue and black feathers squatted on the black cushion the girl had made for it, as if closing its eyes and resting.

As the tea gradually boiled, the sound of snoring water began to sound, and there was also the sound of going downstairs from the stairs on the side.

Wearing a light blue and white dress, Vimiya walked down the steps, as if she had just woken up, no need to guess, this witch must have been addicted to composing music again last night, and the sound of the strings did not gradually end until the early morning.

"Good afternoon, Roland." Vimiya greeted, then came to the fireplace, lifted the teapot, poured tea for herself and Roland Hill, and sat down by the warm fireplace.

Holding the teacup and taking a small sip, the witch lady seemed to gradually gain some energy.

"Do you want something to eat, I think about it, there seems to be bread in the cupboard." Loren Hill put down the book and warmed his cold fingers with the hot teacup.

"Don't be so troublesome. I'm going to the city later. Several music masters will come over today. They seem to have a lot of questions to ask me. It is estimated that they will have to have dinner together."

Wei Miya shook her head, her hair on Liu Hai's side was still a little upturned, and it seemed that she didn't pay attention when she was sleeping.

"That's it, then I won't leave you." The girl nodded, then stood up, stretched, and the silver hair fell on her shoulders.

Compared to the past, Loren Hill's long hair with double ponytails recently made her look a little younger, and she always had a tendency to associate it with the goblins.

And within the 'Fairy Wood' organization, many people actually worship this girl as a 'mythical fairy'.

Although the organization explicitly prohibits so-called idol worship, many people can't help but think so, and there is nothing they can do.

Although Miss Charanlot is beautiful, she often looks serious on weekdays. Coupled with the complicated reputation of the Baska family in the past, many people in the organization are difficult to get close to.

The remaining few high-ranking committee members are Gewell and Loren Hill who are more friendly.

Although Lu Bin looked elegant, but internally, his sharp eyes and insight often made many subordinates walk on thin ice, fearing that something was not good enough and would be pointed out and criticized.

As for Gu Huasi, he looks very forthright, but he never pays attention to administrative matters, focusing on military training within the organization, and rarely appears in the eyes of administrative staff.

And after being taught by Roland Hill, most of the time now, Miss Gewell handles some affairs in the organization, and only when she encounters a major event or has a difficult choice will she ask Roland Hill.

She is intelligent and has a good personality. She is the object of admiration for many people in the current administrative structure. You can often see someone sending flowers to pursue her. Unfortunately, this eldest lady has never accepted it. Few are heartbroken.

Gu Yu

Ah, are you saying that someone will pursue Miss Jialan?

Maybe it was there at first, but it gradually disappeared. That adult is so special and beautiful, like a mythical fairy who is far away from the world. It is hard to imagine that someone would think that they could pursue this girl, and even if they did, they would be surrounded by them. The man laughed to distract himself.

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

After finishing her hair, Vimiya went out.

There was only Roland Hill left in the house. She was leaning on the sofa and pillows, flipping through the pages that told the legends and stories. Just like this, when the orange sunset slanted, it gradually came to dinner time.

"What should I do?" Roland Hill lightly walked to the clean kitchen, squatted down, and opened the wooden cabinet door.

Behind the grid-like cabinet doors are some recently picked vegetables, including teal and yellow striped squash, plump potatoes, verdant broccoli, tomatoes and more.

Lorraine Hill patted some

Hard pumpkin, shaking his head, thinking how he can finish eating alone. Then slide your fingers over the surface of the tomatoes, pause for a moment, and pick up one.

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

Then the silver-haired girl swept her gaze and found some chestnuts in a small bamboo basket in the corner. This is what she picked on the mountain some time ago, and that's all that's left at the moment.

In his previous life, Loren Hill liked to eat chestnuts, especially the sugar-fried chestnuts. The sweet, glutinous and soft taste is still fresh in his memory.

The only downside is that chestnuts are easy to spoil, and if you don't make them well, peeling them will be troublesome.

Holding the chestnuts and tomatoes, Loren Hill first cut the chestnuts into small holes with a small wind blade, and then put them into the pot, and then injected a small stream of fire to dash around in the pot, like a small stream of fire. Like snakes, they roast the chestnuts quickly, but not so hot that they burn them.

Our sage girls are always very good at the refined control of magic power.

When the chestnuts were almost cooked, the cut holes gradually cracked, exposing the light yellow part, exuding a faint white gas, and there was a faint sweet smell in the kitchen.

Dissipate the fire and keep the chestnuts in the pot. Loren Hill took out the meat slices in the refrigerated copper box on the side. After washing, the air flow was used to quickly remove the moisture on the surface, and then put into another pot where the oil was just smoking. , this time will probably be 200-300 degrees, which is suitable.

Watching the meat slices sizzle in the pot and start to emit fragrance, Loren Hill took out two pieces of cut garlic and put it in it.

Then every ten seconds, the girl turned the meat slices with a spatula, so that both sides were heated evenly, and a wonderful Maillard reaction occurred, which was also the key to the attractive taste of meat.

The surface of the meat gradually became golden and charred, and the fragrant aroma began to spread. Then, when the meat was almost cooked, Roland Hill sprinkled coarse and large grains of salt. The sliced ​​meat is presented and placed on a clean china plate.

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

Speaking of which, this kind of cooking method was learned by the girl on the Internet before. At that time, she was working outside and didn’t have much money. Occasionally, she would like to eat something good, so she would try to make it herself.

This is the way to fry steak, but occasionally used on other meats, it seems to work well, as long as the thickness of the steak is appropriate.

The reason for using large grains of salt is that it will taste like a roller coaster, with high and low taste stimulation, while fine salt will be very bland, either too salty or too bland.

After leaving her hometown, she, who could not cook at first, also became a skilled little chef in just a few years. It's just that this self-taught girl, the food she cooks is not the taste of her hometown after all.

It is more complex and diverse, 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 slices of bread and tomato. After eating these, Roland Hill put some peeled light yellow chestnuts in front of the dark crow and watched the little guy peck at it. After that, she took the remaining sweet chestnuts and sat back by the fireplace.

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

Sitting by the warm fireplace, Roland Hill faced the firelight and turned the yellowed pages. When he paused occasionally, he picked up the chestnuts and peeled them off and ate them in small bites, just like living in his own little cave in winter. Like a hamster, spend a comfortable and quiet night.