Chapter 60: Old Shadows of Morning Flowers

The matter in Baimanzhou is over, and the next stop is Xuanyuanzhou.

Lorraine Hill was sitting in a room in the dragon boat, watching the night scene outside the window.

Sporadic spots of light began to appear on the originally pitch-black land, where there were towns and cities. After leaving Baiman Continent, the counties to the north gradually became more prosperous, and the number of people gradually increased.

Although the world is in chaos and several continents in the south have suffered floods, it is still within the controllable range. The world today is no longer the wild oriental continent thousands of years ago. Under the management of the dynasty for hundreds of years, many barren places have been reclaimed.

After all, this is a world with extraordinary power. Unlike the past era, the powerful extraordinary faction is enough to suppress many small signs, so that some people dare not easily do evil.

The thoughts in his mind turned around, and a virtual topographic map appeared in front of Lorraine Hill. On it, he could see the location of Xuanyuan Continent. It was the west-central part of the southwest, and it was sandwiched by two east-west mountain ranges. Youcheng was located in this huge canyon.

Stepping on the bone to see Youcheng, Xuanyuanzhou's big sect, the disciples of the sect rarely go out for a walk, but there are still many people who have heard the name of this sect.

The faction named after the city naturally has its historical reasons, because there was originally a chaotic vortex, and the disciples of this faction were also ordered to guard the place. As time went by, its population increased and became more and more prosperous. Now Jianyou City is not only the name of the faction, but also the name of the local giant city. The two overlap and sometimes confuse people.

But now, if it is not specifically stated, Jianyou City often refers to the local giant city, which is one of the nine giant cities in the dynasty, with millions of people inhabited, it is extremely prosperous, and it is also extremely special.

Thinking back on these materials in his mind, Lorraine Hill remembered another thing, that is, the secret history of the previous dynasty, which he found out from the depths of the classics room in the Xiangyu Sect.

It is said that the chaotic vortex in Xuanyuanzhou was very violent at that time, and later a witch was sealed and imprisoned in it, and with the help of her ability, the abyss was calmed down, making the seal firm.

Not all witches are kind-hearted, and there are some who are particularly surly and cruel. Wufeng also fought with other witches in the Eastern Continent back then, and it was not all smooth sailing. This witch was one of the losers back then. She was imprisoned in the depths of the abyss in Xuanyuanzhou, using her power to suppress the vortex.

It's just that the chaotic vortex on the earth has been completely resolved by myself now, and I don't know what's going on with that witch now. After Wufeng defeated those witch opponents back then, she didn't kill them all.

This time she went to Xuanyuanzhou, not only to win over and know the current intention of seeing Youcheng, but also to look for the trace of the witch back then to see if there are new problems that need to be solved.

Inside the dragon boat, Lorraine Hill sorted out his thoughts, then opened the light yellow diary and wrote down some things in it.

The copper-colored metal nib flows out jet-black ink, draws clear traces on the soft paper, and outlines each handwriting.

After gaining extraordinary power, Lorraine Hill's grasp of the pen and hand is many times stronger than that of the previous life. Even without special training, the handwriting is much better.

Perhaps this is why there is no special worship of calligraphy in the world today, because everyone knows that high-level transcendents have special advantages in writing.

Without an environment of fair competition, there will be no channel to demonstrate one's own efforts, so it is impossible to talk about admiration and imitation.

In the room at night, the candlelight elongated the girl's figure, and the edge of the long hair became a little hazy in the light, dyed with an orange halo, giving people an extraordinarily quiet and nostalgic feeling, recalling many past events, and time was blurred for a while.

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Time passed quietly, and when the girl raised her body and then put down the pen in her hand, the peaceful state was broken, and this small world seemed to come alive again.

Speaking of which, it's not too early, Lorraine Hill looked out of the window, it was pitch black at this time, only the dark night of Qingdai.

What happened to the sudden craving for food? Thinking of this, Lorraine Hill felt a little amused for himself.

If you want to eat, you can eat it. It’s just that going out at this time will disturb other people a bit, or she is also a bit of an idol. If she is seen making some supper in the kitchen, will it become something everyone talks about.

Wow, His Royal Highness Lorraine was cooking in the kitchen last night, it sounds a bit wrong.

But it's always bad to call someone else at this time, so go by yourself, she shook her head, shaking the hair behind her, and then stood up.

After packing up the pen and diary in his hand, Lorraine Hill came to the vanity mirror in the room, looked at his clothes and face, and there was nothing wrong, so he walked softly to the door, twitched the latch, and opened the door.

The wooden door is light and strong, and when you hold it and push it open, you can feel a slight friction from the connection with the door frame, but fortunately, the dragon boats built are all exquisite craftsmen, and they don't make too much noise.

A gust of cool wind poured into the room from outside the corridor, making Lorraine Hill's face feel a little cold. She closed the door and looked at the exit of the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Keep this interior from being dull.

Because it was getting late, there was no one in the corridor, only a few disciples were guarding the entrance and exit. They didn't feel cold standing in the night wind. They probably were distracted from their practice while standing guard, which is what most disciples would do.

At this moment, these people were not looking at the corridor, some were guarding the exit to the deck with their backs to Lorraine Hill, and some were turning a corner to watch the night scene outside the railing, and occasionally whispering to their companions.

Lorraine Hill lifted his footsteps a little easily, and walked to the depths of the corridor, which led to the lower floor, with the kitchen and storage room.

Although she can take out the stored food from the storage space, she will still want to eat something warm, and if she eats in the room, will it make the whole room smell, and the disciple who will clean it tomorrow will think of something that is not good for the image.

Lorraine Hill thought about these things in pieces, wondering whether he should try to maintain a certain image.

If I don’t maintain it, I always feel that it will break the fantasy of many people, and I will live up to other people’s expectations, but it will be a bit troublesome if it continues like this.

Even those great people in history know their own little hobbies and characteristics, and there are also times when they are not so great or even very young and naive. Thinking about it this way, the pressure in Lorraine Hill's heart is much less.

Walking through the corridor at night, walking down the steps inside the dragon boat, the light and fluttering skirt fluctuated between the steps, rubbing against the knees and skin from time to time, and the soft and cool feeling of silk also came. After walking down the steps, the situation of the lower floor also appeared in the eyes of Lorraine Hill.

Three glass-covered night lights were hung on the inward corridor, emitting a soft halo. The place where the crew used to eat was still open, but there would be no one inside, and only empty wooden seats could be seen.

Move your footsteps softly, and walk past the deserted restaurant. Behind you is the cooking place. The kitchen has been closed, and there is still a cross bolt on it.

Lorraine Hill raised the crossbar, moved it to one side, and then creaked open the slightly slanted door, and the dark kitchen appeared in front of him.

She lit a small and round fireball, flew towards the dark kitchen, and then walked to the side cabinet, where the ingredients should be placed.

The cabinet door carved with dragon patterns was covered with a faint oily sheen, and a faint smell could still be smelled in it. This was the inevitable product of kitchen fumes. Lorraine Hill didn't care, and pinched the handle of the cabinet door to pull it open.

The inside is divided into four layers, the top layer contains spices, various small bags and boxes, the second layer is vegetables, which are neatly stacked, including eggplants and green vegetables, mushrooms and peppers, the third layer is potatoes, pumpkins, and sweet potatoes, and the fourth layer is a bronze-shaped ice mirror, which contains frozen pork and beef.

There are three such cabinets, and the ingredients in each place are different. Generally speaking, it is still very rich. The dragon boat lands once every three days on average, and will buy a lot of fresh ingredients for storage. If it is a special long-distance voyage, there is also a large cold storage inside, which stores non-perishable food, but it is not fresh enough, so it is usually not used.

Lorraine Hill bent down from time to time, or squatted in front of the cabinet door, looking at the ingredients inside, thinking about what kind of recipes to combine to make today's dinner.

It has been more than half a year since the last time I cooked by myself. It seems that after returning to Xiangyu School, everyone took good care of themselves and never went to the kitchen again. However, when I was in Minze, I cooked it a few times. Among them, Baizao also taught some local recipes.

It's better to eat noodles. Steaming rice is really too troublesome at this time. Lorraine Hill blinked and made a decision.

She first took out a piece of light red pork, cut off a part, and put the excess back into the ice cream, then cut the remaining piece into thin slices, rinsed it briefly with water, and put it in a bowl.

After that came other condiments. Lorraine Hill cut and peeled some garlic, then cut it into fine pieces, and put it in the bowl with the sliced ​​meat.

Pour in a little cooking wine, add minced garlic, add some salt and soy sauce, and she kneads and stirs the meat slices with her hands.

The meat slices and soy sauce were a bit cold and sticky. With kneading and stirring, the salt grains slowly melted between the fingers, and a slight aroma of wine overflowed from the bowl. After marinating, Lorraine Hill washed his hands with clean water, and then boiled the water.

While waiting for the water to boil, she went to the cupboard and brought out a green vegetable. She couldn't tell the specific name, after all, most of these vegetables were similar but had different names.

At this time, the one in Lorraine Hill's hand had a brittle white stalk at the root and light green leaves on it. After cutting off the root, Lorraine Hill tore the leaves and washed them in a clear water basin.

It is cool in the water, and when the finger touches the edge of the leaf, it feels a little itchy, which is very slight and fleeting.

After washing the leaves, drain the water and put them on the desk. Lorraine Hill cut them easily, and the water was almost boiling at this time.

Put the marinated meat slices first, and then Lorraine Hill washed and cut the three mushrooms into small pieces and put them in the pot.

Meat and mushrooms are not easy to cook, so they have to be put first. After waiting for two minutes, Lorraine Hill started to go down. It is almost like making a fist with the thumb clasped on the four fingers.

Men and people with a large body have large palms, so they can naturally take out more noodles. For a body like Lorraine Hill, the palms are also small, and the noodles taken out are suitable for her once.

finish eating.

Seeing that the noodles in the boiling water softened, Lorraine Hill stirred them slightly with chopsticks, then put the greens in it, and finally took out a green onion, washed it, cut it into small pieces, and put it in the pot.

The white gas is steaming, the noodles are fragrant, and the scallions emit a pleasant smell after being heated, which arouses a little appetite. Finally, Lorraine Hill pours a spoonful of sesame oil, adds a little salt, waits for a while, and then extinguishes the fire.

After serving the noodles in a bowl, pour the soup, just enough to submerge the noodles in the bowl, and there is not much waste. Lorraine Hill rinsed the pot and put it aside.

In this way, today's dinner is ready.

Holding the chopsticks and the hot white porcelain noodle bowl, Lorraine Hill cautiously walked out of the kitchen to a quiet dining room and put the bowl on the table. Only then did she let go of her hand and shook it in the air a few times to dissipate the heat.

Now that he can enjoy it with peace of mind, Lorraine Hill sat by the window, lit a big candle, placed it by the table, and then dissipated the small fireball, feeling relaxed and comfortable for a while.

In the candlelight, the clear oil in the noodle soup reflected a little light, rippling slightly, and the orange-red shattered light was dotted with a little emerald green onion, occasionally a few pieces of light white tender meat emerged from the cracks in the noodles, exuding a trace of white gas in the candlelight, and two pieces of mushrooms floated in the clear oil at the corners, looking very soft.

Holding the chopsticks, Lorraine Hill picked up a little bit of noodles. Because she was afraid of oil splashing on her body, she lowered her head slightly, then pressed her hands on the dress on her chest, and then began to eat in small bites.

The fragrance of noodles penetrated into the nose along with the transpiring white air, warming the somewhat cold nasal cavity, and a slightly familiar feeling of nostalgia welled up in my heart.

When did I eat the most noodles, probably when I was in middle school in my previous life.

At that time, I had to get up at 5:30 every day, and came to the noodle shop in front of the school at more than 6:00. At this time, it was still dark, the air was very cold, and there were no people on the street. In the shadow of the street lights, I, and other students, rode to the front of the school, and then sat at the greasy table stained with oily smoke. After eating today’s breakfast, I went to school.

At that time, my favorite was ramen, but unfortunately I couldn’t make it. After I got off work, I cooked noodles by myself in the house after work.

After a long time, the craftsmanship below has become more and more proficient. At first, some peppers and condiment powders were used, but later they were discarded. I felt that the taste was too messy and not as good as the original fragrance of the ingredients.

It's really sad and proficient, Lorraine Hill thinks of the past with some nostalgia and some want to laugh.

But, whenever I sit and eat noodles in the dead of night like this, I think about many things, sometimes I feel sad, sometimes I look forward to it, sometimes I think about my childhood, sometimes a name I haven’t seen for a long time pops up in my mind inadvertently.

Lamenting the passing of years, the changes of people and things.

The former elementary school and junior high school have been canceled and merged, and disappeared. The group of friends who laughed back then have long since disappeared. Even if they meet again, they may just smile at each other and pass each other.