Vol 2 Chapter 1193: With your heart, everyone can be a **** of cooking

"Penello, will you be our French baked snails?"
"Penello, what is looking up at the starry sky pie? I'll still make a vegetable salad... Can you cut the vegetables for me?"
"Emily! Morgan Le Fay wants us to do it ourselves."
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As soon as Helena floated into the kitchen, she noticed that in front of those brilliant bell-shaped crystal glass covers, a few witches were chatting with the various ingredients stored in them-Fleur and Emily were all around Penello, and Hermione was shaking her head disapprovingly to Emily and emphasized that she should do it independently.
"Helena? You were also called by Morgan Le Fay?" Fleur saw the ghost coming in, thinking she was called in by Albert's mother, who was usually petted, and couldn't help being a little timid about this cooking show.
"I helped grandma get the plate in, and she asked me to help her stare." Helena didn't have a good face to Penello, but her attitude towards Fleur and Emily was normal.
Unlike to Luna and Hermione, Penello knew that the ghost of her once academy was Ellen’s daughter, and would not have any confrontational emotions against her so as not to upset the other Harris, she just nodded to her. Said hello.
Emily apparently thought of this level too. She immediately grabbed Penello’s hand: "Penello, I just knocked on the portrait, and Bonnie said that Helga went to Toby’s village to stop by and won’t be back for the time being. You can’t Do it for me and give us some guidance."
Faced with Fleur and Emily's request for help, Penello was very helpful. She went to the hanger and grabbed an apron and put it on her body. She looked at Hermione by the side, as if waiting for her to ask her for help.
Hermione understood Penello’s intentions very well. She patted the recipe she had just taken out.
Monica, the owner of the little mother’s cake shop, gave me her recipe. This is after she learned Helga’s recipe in the temple. The new style of homemade cheesecake, I heard that it tastes better than the previous one, as long as I strictly follow the recipe, it will be fine."
This made Penello frowned. She realized that Hermione seemed to be premeditated. This made her angry with a sense of crisis. She intervened and snorted: "Hmph, cooking is not your class, so Rigidity can't make any deliciousness. Do you think you can be a chef in this way?"
"As long as you use your heart, everyone can be a of cook..." Hermione protested unconvincingly, and then pretending to be triumphant, she took out a set of tools needed to make advanced potions from her pocket, and I also took a set of measuring cups, balances, etc. that were only used in the Muggle test.
"Then you can just use your heart here..." Penello said impatiently, then greeted Fleur and Emily, and began to advise them, let Emily make Yorkshire pudding, and arranged roast beef for Fleur. It seemed that he wanted Fleur and Emily to outperform Hermione.
Taking some food from the food storage area, the kitchen calmed down temporarily, but the scene gradually became Hermione alone, while Penello took Fleur and Emily by the side, bickering and laughing.
Standing in front of the big fireplace, Hermione just took a look, then added a large piece of butter to the cheese, staring at the whisk that was only used by the wand and stirring hard in the bowl, the current situation made her Recalling the first difficult days when I first arrived at Hogwarts, after being assigned to Gryffindor, almost no lion cubs were willing to make friends with such an excellent student as her, and he could only be alone in the books. Read the book in the library to complete the homework.
Floating to the ceiling, in the blind spot of everyone’s sight, Helena noticed this. Although she has been sought after by everyone because of her mother since she was a child, she can understand this because she can’t make real friends. Emotion, so she thought for a while and let herself float next to Hermione. She didn't say a word but just looked down at the much petite Miss Jackpot who was much smaller than her cooking. This made Hermione much better. She raised her head and thanked the sea. Lena forced a smile.
Fleur, who has the Veeva descent who is good at detecting human emotions and bewitching them, also noticed the situation here, not counting Daisy and other girls getting along well, she took the initiative to say: "Hermione, come here, Morgan Lefer Yi just told Penello not to help, and didn't say that we could not help ourselves."
Feeling the kindness of Helena and Furong, Hermione shook her head to shake off the bad memory, and asked in a suspicious tone: "Um, Furong...you French have a lot of research on cheese, you know this to make cakes What is the most appropriate level of mixing? When the recipe says it’s moderately mixed, how much is this?"
"It was done three minutes ago." Penello sneered, raising the corner of his mouth. "Sorry, Miss Know-it-all, I thought this was the special recipe for your recipe."
Hermione's face turned red like an explosion, she thanked her stiffly, and then turned her attention back to the recipe and turned to the previous page to start over.
"Penello, help us to watch, I haven't cooked much..." Fleur looked at Hermione and Penello and suggested cautiously.
"Penello, help me see, how big is the space left in the dough?" Emily asked Penello for help, pretending to interrupt Fleur's invitation unintentionally, and then looked back at Veeva's sister-in-law. , At your wedding last time, I heard your father say that your grandma gets angry easily, and then transforms and throws a fireball at your grandpa?"
"It needs to be large enough, preferably a concentric circle that occupies about two-thirds of the total area." Penello's smile on Emily appeared sincere.
"Thank you, Fleur, I still have the recipe. It won't be a big problem to follow it. I want to do it myself." Hermione pointed angrily and turned it back, her eyes met Penello who was looking over. , Moved away blankly again, and raised his delicate chin.
Hermione picked up the pot and poured all the cheese that had been stirred in it to the side Crookshanks that she planned to keep to feed her, and then turned around and walked to the buckled crystal bells to retrieve some ingredients.
"Well, my grandfather and dad are actually doing it in my house... If my grandpa doesn't cook, my grandma will throw fireballs at him." Furong thought of a statement that would ease the atmosphere a little bit, and then noticed Helena stood aside and asked tentatively, "Helena, would you like to help Hermione also give her a shot? You can also learn by the way~EbookFREE.me~ Fleur unexpectedly, Helena, who doesn't communicate with Hermione and Penello very often, nodded at this time, and she really drifted over and followed Hermione.
Penelo silently watched Helena's movements seem to be a bit savoury, and hearing Hermione’s continuous and confident description of the role of the recipe made her very worried, and then she assigned Fleur and Emily a task. They focused on the food in front of them, and then she pretended to take a walk carefully and moved a few steps over, with her excellent eyesight and height advantage, she also followed the recipe.
I used my finger to turn the recipe through a page. Based on experience, Penello made a rough estimate and found that this dish should taste good if it were made. This made her frown. Suddenly, Penello noticed the diary. She looked up and looked around. Fleur and Emily were working together to make the Sunday barbecue that required roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Hermione seemed to be because of Helena The kindness is a little happy, and they are standing in front of the locker communicating with each other.
Thinking of Hermione’s self-confident words, Penello Hong Shangchen convulsed, flipped through the recipe page, then pointed with his finger, and then smiled calmly at Furong and Emily: "Sunday barbecue also needs to be paired with baked potatoes. These three side dishes are not too complicated. Morgan Le Fayy is very good at this dish and she will be very happy."