Chapter 596 Stealing Eating
Allen glanced at the enthusiastic Helga Hufflepuff, then at the apprentices watching, and silently increased the amount of food. After all, these apprentices usually take good care of themselves and have a very friendly attitude.
"First of all, you need to mix the isinglass with water, because it has a fishy smell, so put the wine at this time..." Allen explained to Helga who was beside him while doing it, "The process of melting should be stirred continuously until it is completely dissolved. ..."
Allen's wand cast a spell on a bucket, making them fly to an empty cooking table next to it, and then cast a freezing spell, and soon a large ice cube similar to a freezer appeared on the cooking table. Allen put the food he had just made into this small freezer, "When the refrigeration is complete, take out the pudding inside, and it will be considered complete."
"Pudding?" Hufflepuff asked suspiciously.
"Yes, it's just the way of my hometown. Besides this dessert, there are other different types of puddings, such as the next few puddings, which can be used as the main course." Allen explained, but he didn't Dare to name the Yorkshire of Yorkshire pudding... Then he said the ingredients he needed, and Helga Hufflepuff's wand directed those ingredients to whiz and fly over.
Seeing the way the other party asked the mirror to record carefully again, he couldn't help complaining in his heart: "There are some things in this that are the recipes in the recipes you left... Are you actually teaching yourself?"
The charcoal was so reddeningly hot that it was difficult to keep a roast on top – and in the Middle Ages even pots were cooked directly on top of the charcoal. Allen frowned. He was careless and didn't control the heat properly. The barbecue in the Yorkshire pudding near the charcoal was burnt.
Hufflepuff didn't care about it at all, and handed the burnt piece of Allen to the apprentice who was watching. The fat wizard skillfully cut off the burnt part and ate it... …
It was getting late, and after Hufflepuff and her apprentices finished tasting, Hufflepuff wiped his mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly, and did not show any reaction like those apprentices.
"Sure enough, the mentor has a much higher standard than the apprentice..." Allen was a little disappointed, although he himself rarely cooks.
Then, Hufflepuff put away the handkerchief, seemed to be stunned for a while, and then looked at Allen and smiled: "The recipe of these dishes is very peculiar, it gave me some new inspiration just now, if Would you mind if I could add them to my recipe?"
"So I got inspiration..." Alan agreed with a little joy, and then looked at the dishes she pointed to, her expression froze slightly. The dishes she pointed happened to be the ones he used from Hull. Plus those recipes left over from…
"By the way, Alan, the wizard carnival will be held here in a few days, and our tavern will also launch some activities. You must come and try the new dishes I created based on these inspirations."
Helga called the apprentices to help Alan sort out the dishes for two, and wrapped up the large freezer he made himself, including the remaining yogurt pudding in it—and gave him an extra pot of raw food with a weird smell. Gill juice and some freshly picked strawberries were brought back to the tree house by Allen.
Allen placed the carefully prepared puddings on the long table, and Ravenclaw was still sitting by the big window, shaking the rocking chair and reading the parchment that Allen had sorted out. Then her nose moved, "Hull Jia told you that I like to drink this?" Without waiting for Alan to answer, Ravenclaw stood up, then tied up her casually draped hair, walked to the long table and sat down to enjoy Alan's belt. Back to dinner.
Allen, who sat opposite Ravenclaw, picked up a pudding and placed the Yorkshire pudding in front of the witch. With enthusiasm after cooking, he watched Ravenclaw's expression expectantly.
"The food in front of you is actually called pudding, but it's made in my hometown." Alan omitted the words Yorkshire and introduced to Ravenclaw,
"This time I roasted venison. I should have used beef as the best... The cup-shaped bread tastes like soft bread. It tastes slightly salty. It is sunken and soft in the middle and crispy on the outside. You can wait for it." Use it to soak up the juices of venison and eat."
"You made it yourself?" Ravenclaw sniffed the smell of roast venison.
Allen nodded proudly, and then saw the other party directly grabbed the food with his hands and ate it—it’s a pity that people in this era like to use their hands directly except for some stews that use spoons. Knives and forks have not been invented yet, so he can only do as the Romans do—even if he has made tableware in advance, the other party will not change his habit and like to use it in a short time.
"It's okay." Ravenclaw looked no different from other foods he usually eats, and he was still relatively indifferent. Alan couldn't tell from her expression whether she liked the taste and texture of these foods, but he still took Lu Those puddings that Na liked were introduced to Ravenclaw.
No matter which kind of pudding Ellen introduced to the other party, she would taste a few mouthfuls, until finally she ate a lot of yogurt pudding with a spoon before cleaning her gravy-stained hands.
Looking at Ravenclaw who was calmly drinking raw gills juice, and the puddings that hadn't been eaten, Alan was secretly a little depressed. Ravenclaw didn't have much effect on the puddings he carefully cooked. He didn't show any special liking—the other party wasn't Luna after all.
Allen thought of what Helga told him before, and stopped thinking about food and changed the subject, "Helga told me that there will be a carnival here in a few days. What activities are there in your carnival, do you want to participate?"
"The carnival is very noisy! It is nothing more than some 'fun' competitions and performances, and it is also a fair. Wizards nearby will come to participate in trading and exchange things. Helga is very keen to participate. She likes to use her Food treats people." Ravenclaw stood up and moved his body, his slender arms stretched straight to the sky. "This time it's her hosting. I don't think I can hide. I might set up a divination booth to deal with it-if you want to participate in the competition, I don't recommend you to participate in the kind of cauldron competition that is popular in my hometown like a fool, otherwise I will Might have to drag you back again."
Allen nodded knowingly. He likes the history of magic and Quidditch. He knows this kind of game where he puts a cauldron on his head and then catches the stone that is suspended a hundred feet from the ground by magic. It was known as early as 1762. Illegal sport. Although seen by many Scottish wizards as the greatest test of manliness and courage, the game was quite popular during the Middle Ages. However, this sport has also caused many deaths due to its high risk - Magnus McDonnell still campaigned in the 1960s to lift the ban on overhead cauldrons, and the Ministry of Magic immediately Just say no to it. But to this day, a small number of wizards still practice the sport illegally.
In the middle of the night, Allen, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He heard a rustling sound from the tree house that was supposed to be quiet, so he got up from the bed and walked in the direction of the sound. He suddenly froze in place, and in the silence, he saw Ravenclaw sitting quietly on the ground next to the food storage cabinet in only a loose white linen pajamas.
Allen's eyes could not be moved away at all, as if all the light in the world was focused on the witch who was sitting on the kitchen floor stealing yogurt pudding at the moment. One of her bare legs was curled up on the ground, and the other was supporting her body with a bent knee. Ravenclaw's eyes were half-closed, occasionally flipping a page of the blue book that was kept beside him to amuse himself. As she spooned those yogurt puddings into her pink lips, her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and it seemed that her taste buds had been completely conquered by those dessert puddings in her hand.
In the process of wantonly enjoying these desserts, Ravenclaw's face and the tip of his nose were unconsciously covered by the cream because of the last action of pouring the whole bowl, and blossoms seemed to bloom on his white skin. Small white flowers. After eating the pudding, her white and slender fingers inserted into the red strawberries. Her lips gently wrapped the strawberries on the five fingers, and the strawberries slipped into her mouth. She took the strawberries on her fingertips in the order of her fingers. Swallow each piece.
Seeing such a scene, Allen felt as if he was hit hard. Under the moonlight, Ravenclaw was innocent and charming. Her expression and temperament of greedy for dessert pudding and strawberries almost overlapped with Luna's.