Vol 2 Chapter 596: Stealing (modified, sincere thanks to the love of the silver leader)

Allen glanced at the enthusiastic Helga Hufflepuff, then glanced at the apprentices on the sidelines, and silently increased the weight of the food. After all, these apprentices usually take good care of themselves and have a very friendly attitude.
"First of all, we must mix the isinglass with water, because it is a bit fishy, ​​so put the wine at this time..." Allen explained to Helga on the side as he did it, "The process of melting must keep stirring until it is completely dissolved. ..."
Allen's wand cast a spell at a bucket, causing them to fly to an empty cooking table next to him, 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 just made in this small freezer, "When the refrigeration is complete, buckle out the pudding, even if it is finished."
"Pudding?" Hufflepuff asked suspiciously.
"Yes, it's just the way in my hometown. In addition to this dessert, there are other different types of pudding. For example, the next few puddings can be used as main dishes." Allen explained, but he didn't Dare to tell the Yorkshire of Yorkshire Pudding... Then he said the ingredients he needed, and Helga Hufflepuff's wand directed the ingredients to whizzing over.
Seeing how the other party asked the mirror to record seriously again, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "There are some things in the recipe you left behind... You are actually teaching yourself?"
The charcoal was burnt red and the heat was amazing, and the temperature of the barbecue on it was difficult to control-and even the pot was cooked directly on the charcoal in the Middle Ages. Allen frowned. He accidentally didn't master the heat, and the barbecue in the Yorkshire pudding near the charcoal was burnt.
Hufflepuff didn't care about it at all, and gave the roasted piece of Ellen to the apprentice who was watching. This somewhat fat wizard skillfully cut off the charred 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's standards are much higher than the apprenticeship..." Allen was a little disappointed, although he actually rarely cooks himself.
Then, Hufflepuff put the handkerchief away and seemed to be taken aback for a while before he looked at Allen and smiled: "These dishes are very peculiar. It just gave me some new inspiration. If You don’t mind, can I add them to my recipe?"
"So there was inspiration..." Allen agreed with a little joy, and then looked at the dishes she was pointing to, her expression was slightly stagnant, and the dishes she was referring to happened to be the ones he used from Hull. Add those methods in the recipe left behind...
"By the way, Ellen, there will be a wizarding carnival here in a few days. Our tavern will also launch some activities. You must come and try the new dishes I created based on these inspirations."
Helga asked the apprentice to help Alan sort out the dishes for two people, and wrapped the large freezer he made, including the remaining yogurt pudding in it-and included an extra pot of raw food with a weird taste. The gills juice and some freshly picked strawberries were brought back to the tree house by Allen.
Allen put the carefully cooked puddings on the long table. Ravenclaw was still sitting by the large window, swaying the rocking chair and reading Allen's parchment, and then her nose moved, "Hull Tell you I like to drink this?" Without waiting for Alan to answer, Ravenclaw got up and stood up, then her casually draped hair, went to the long table and sat down to enjoy Alan's belt. Dinner back.
Alan, who sat opposite Ravenclaw, picked up a pudding and placed the Yorkshire pudding in front of the witch. With the enthusiasm after cooking, he looked forward to watching Ravenclaw's look.
"These foods in front of you are actually called puddings, but they are made in my hometown." Allen omitted the words of Yorkshire and introduced to Ravenclaw. "This time I roasted venison. I should have used it. Beef is best... the cup-shaped bread tastes similar to soft bread, with a slightly salty taste, sunken and soft in the middle, and crispy outside. You can use it to absorb venison juice later."
"You made it yourself?" Ravenclaw sniffed the roast venison.
Alan nodded proudly, and then saw the other person grabbed the food directly with his hands and ate it-it is a pity that in this era, people like to use spoons for some stews. In fact, Knives and forks have not been invented yet, so he can only go to the village to do what he does-even if the tableware is made in advance, the other party will not change his habit and like to use it in a short time.
"It's okay." Ravenclaw seems to be the same as eating other foods in normal times, and is still relatively indifferent. Alan can't tell from her expression whether she likes the taste and texture of these foods, but he still tells Lu. Those puddings that Na liked were introduced to Ravenclaw.
No matter which kind of pudding Allen introduced to the other party, she would taste a few bites, until she finally ate a lot of yogurt pudding with a spoon before cleaning her hands covered with gravy.
Seeing Ravenclaw, who was calmly drinking raw gills juice, and the puddings that hadn't been eaten, Alan was a little frustrated. Ravenclaw didn't produce much of the puddings he cooked carefully. In response, he didn't show special affection—the other party was not Luna after all.
Alan thought of what Helga had told him before, and no longer thought about food and changed the topic, "Hulga told me that there will be a carnival here in a few days. What activities do you have at the carnival, do you want to participate?"
"The carnival is very noisy! It's nothing more than some'fun' competitions and performances. It's also a fair. The wizards near the fair will come to trade and exchange something with each other. Helga is very keen to participate. She likes to use her at this time. Food serves people.
Ravenclaw stood up and moved his body, his slender arms stretched straight to the sky. "This time she is hosting, I don’t think I can hide, I might get a divination booth to deal with it--if you want to participate in the competition, I don’t recommend that you participate in the overhead crucible competition that is popular in my hometown like a fool, otherwise I You might have to drag you back again."
Allen nodded knowingly. He who likes the history of magic and Quidditch knows this kind of game where he put a crucible on his head, and then went to pick up the game where a stone dropped a hundred feet from the ground after being suspended by magic. It was as early as 1762. Defined as illegal sports. Although in the eyes of many Scottish wizards, this sport is the greatest test of manhood and courage, it was quite popular in the Middle Ages. However, this sport has also caused many deaths due to its high risk. Magnus MacDonald, the "flat head", still launched a campaign in the 1960s ~EbookFREE.me~ demanding the lifting of the ban on the overhead crucible , The Ministry of Magic immediately rejected this at the time. But to this day, there are still a small number of wizards who are playing this sport illegally.
In the middle of the night, Alan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He heard a rustling sound from the tree house that should have been quiet, and got up from the bed and walked in the direction where the sound came from. Suddenly he was stunned in place, in total silence, he saw Ravenclaw sitting on the floor next to the food storage cabinet, just like a large white linen pajamas.
Alan's gaze was completely unable to move, as if all the light in the world was concentrated on the witch who was sitting on the kitchen floor stealing the yogurt pudding. One of her bare legs was curled up on the ground, while the other knees bent to support her body. Ravenclaw half-opened his eyes, occasionally turning a page of the blue book that he put aside to relieve boredom. As she poured the yogurt pudding into her pink lips one by one, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and it seemed that her taste buds had been completely conquered by the dessert pudding in her hands.
In the process of enjoying these desserts wantonly, Ravenclaw's face and nose tip were unconsciously stuck with the cream because of the dumping action of lifting the entire bowl at the end, and the white skin seemed to have blossoms. Little white flowers. After eating the pudding, her white and slender fingers were inserted into the red strawberries, her lips gently wrapped the strawberries on the five fingers, and the strawberries slipped out of her mouth. She placed the strawberries on the fingertips in the order of her fingers. One after another swallowed.
Seeing such a scene, Alan was hit hard, and Lavinclaw was innocent and charming in the moonlight. Her look and temperament of gluttonous dessert pudding and strawberries almost overlapped with Luna.