"Oh."
"..." Darent moved his lips silently, feeling vaguely offended.
"Cut it into such thin slices, then put it on clean gauze, flatten it further and spread it out..." Hitzfeld continued teaching.
She hit the sliced meat pieces with a rolling pin, and they not only became flatter, but also covered an area more than twice as large as before.
"Oh, it can be so big..." Darent was amazed and studied beside him, "I thought you wanted me to smash the meat into a paste..."
"If you smash it into a meat paste, the fibers will be destroyed too thoroughly and it will lose its chewiness." Hitzfeld shook his head. "The essential purpose of this step is to destroy the fiber structure inside the meat, making it softer and more tender to eat."
"Now that it's smashed to this point, you can add the cheese." Hitzfeld stacked the smashed meat patties layer by layer and put them aside. He then took the remaining cheese that Darrent had not yet touched, and shaved off a bunch of cheese with a cutting knife like shaving noodles.
“Do you need to put so much?”
"Of course... Don't think that there is more when it is solid. After it melts, there will be less. If you want to make it gush out when you bite it, you must put more, otherwise the filling will taste almost tasteless."
Hitzfeld calmly explained the principle to Darent. She poured a lot of cheese shreds on a thin meat patty, which was very thick compared to the meat patty itself. Then she twisted the edge of the meat patty to wrap the cheese shreds and rolled it up. The finished product was a short cylinder.
Darent scratched his head. He had always tried to make cheese pork chops in the style of "pork chops with flat meat" and had spent months studying how to evenly stuff the cheese into the chops. He had never thought that this could be done.
"All that's left is frying them." Hitzfeld threw away his apron. "You can fry them yourself, right, Darent?"
"...Yes." Darent hesitated for a moment, but chose to answer honestly.
"I've taught you the production process and principles in detail. You can do the rest. We'll have this for dinner."
Leaving all the work to Darent, Hitzfeld walked out of the kitchen with a refreshed look on his face.
Teaching people how to do things always makes people happy, and cooking can also make people happy. This double joy should have kept her in the kitchen.
But the kitchen in this house is very spooky - strictly speaking, there are not many kitchens in Sarah that are not spooky.
The walls were concrete walls, the floor was concrete. Hitzfeld was not used to cooking in such an environment, and she found that she could not stand the smell of smoke.
"Heath!"
As soon as he turned into the corridor, he bumped into a wall of flesh, heard a cheer in his ears, and the next moment Hitzfeld felt himself being hugged.
"Put me down...put me down! Quick!!!"
Feeling his feet about to leave the ground, Hitzfeld immediately yelled, forcing the other party to quickly let go. He stood there shyly, his face full of confusion.
"Ashley." Hitzfeld adjusted his clothes and looked at the "savage girl" who had changed into a new set of clothes. "I remember I told you that you can't just rush over and hug someone you like when you see them."
"Heath did say that." Ashley still hadn't gotten rid of the habit of surviving in the wild. She moved her body around while talking, scratching her shoulders and waist from time to time. "But I don't think it's necessary. Isn't it normal to want to get close to something you like?"
"Then you have to ask for the other party's consent."
"But Heath never expressed any disagreement, did he?"
I just don't want to say it too harshly for fear of hurting your feelings...
Hitzfeld put his hands to his face.
This cannot continue.
It's been such a long time and he's still like this. The results of his education in school aren't that good...
I don’t know how Darent operates, which results in no one in that school daring to discipline Ashley seriously... It seems that I have to be stricter with her in the future.
Ashley has lived in the wild for many years. Although she is physically strong, her mind is no different from that of a six or seven-year-old child. If she wants to survive in modern society, she must first understand basic morality and shame, otherwise she can't even interact with others, and she will starve to death if she leaves them.
Hitzfeld planned to let Ashley be independent in the future, at least able to support herself.
She wouldn't mind even if the other party stayed here all the time, she didn't want to raise the girl into a waste.
"Oh!" Ashley immediately quieted down when she saw her disappointed look.
"I...I will be fine...and listen to Heath."
“……” Seeing her like this, Hitzfeld felt a little bit reluctant again.
"I'll teach you to read tonight." She waved her hand, "Go play in the yard."
"Ok!"
The peace did not last long.
When Xia Yibing returned to No. 12 Flo Street after buying vegetables and cheese, she heard Hitzfeld scolding Ashley harshly before she even entered the door.
She put down the basket and looked at the sturdy girl kneeling on the carpet and at the gray-haired girl standing there scolding her.
Looking at the sofa cushions that were torn into pieces and the cotton inside was scattered everywhere, I almost understood what was going on.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This scene was so funny no matter how she looked at it, it reminded her of Zafira scolding the family dog.
Hitzfeld punished Ashley and taught her to write "I will never dare to do it again" and asked her to copy this sentence 100 times in a notebook. Then he glared at the hateful woman who was gloating beside him and went upstairs with a cold face.
Xia Yibing thought about it and sent the things to the kitchen for sorting.
The processing of this processing.
Put what needs to be put in the refrigerator in the refrigerator. ①
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①: It is just a box filled with ice cubes.
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Then she washed her hands, passed through the multi-layered iron gate in the corridor and came to the third floor, where she saw Hitzfeld standing by the study window in a daze.
"Um……?"
Hitzfeld was thinking about something when suddenly a pair of hands hugged her from behind, holding her in his arms.
"If I remember correctly."
She frowned slightly.
"I just said 'let it be.'
But it doesn't mean that I really agree that you can do whatever you want.
"This is also a natural thing." Xia Yibing said in her ear, "It's just intimacy between friends... We are still friends, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
Hitzfeld's ears were itchy from the hot air. He struggled for a while but found it was useless, so he just let her hug him.
After all, there was no further action, and she could barely accept this level.
"The message from Zafira has arrived."
Xia Yibing said suddenly.
"The death toll in Nanxinze continues to rise and has exceeded 10,000."
"……how so?"
Hitzfeld was shocked when he heard this.
When she left Nanxinze, she learned that the total number of casualties was less than 10,000.
How come the death toll exceeded 10,000 in such a short period of time?
Isn't the disaster over?
What happened to Nan Xinze?
"The reason why there were not many casualties before was because we cured those with mild fruit addiction." Xia Yibing said, "We used surgery to treat their deformed parts to achieve the goal of eradicating its effects... From a health perspective alone, they have been very successful."
"Then why..."
"You should be able to react, Hitzfeld."
Xia Yibing paused.
“Those people all committed suicide.”
Hitzfeld fell silent.
That's right.
This is the real impact of the newspaper war.
“I’m thinking about starting a class in Dream City.”
After a long moment, she whispered her thoughts.
“Specializes in summarizing knowledge on the dissemination of information.”
Chapter 2 Contrast
It had been a while since the disaster in Nanxinze. At Asfen's strong suggestion, Hitzfeld did not return to 211 Iris Street in Weinport, but returned to Blackwood City first and stayed at 12 Flo Street for the time being.
According to Asfen, this is because the capital will be "very chaotic" next.
"A district chief and bishop betrayed him and was eventually smashed in the head by the leader of the Knights under his jurisdiction. This kind of thing can't even be described as a scandal."
That's what he told her at the time.
"And a golden knight died. I'm afraid there will be a major purge within the Xieyang Cult next."
"Some of them are mentally unstable - even more abnormal than Xiaomila Karl - and they may turn their attention to you. This is not an exaggeration. If you go back, you will definitely be affected by this matter."
Hitzfeld could understand his thoughts, so he readily accepted his suggestion and stayed in Blackwood City to wait and rest before the Ice Moon this year.
Anyway, she was not short of money now. With the reward from Crystal Sea and a large commission from the cult for solving Nan Xinze's problem, she could live a worry-free life even if she deposited all the money in a gold bank to earn interest.
There were four people at the dinner table: Hitzfeld, Xia Yibing, Darent, and Ashley.
After Hitzfeld's detailed instruction, Darent finally learned how to make cheese-stuffed pork chops. He was so excited that he fried all the ingredients in one go.
Hitzfeld originally wanted to accuse him of frying too much, but Ashley's horrible eating habits and appetite shocked her, making her swallow all the accusations back into her stomach.
After the meal, Hitzfeld went to the kitchen and cut some fruit for everyone to digest.
Darent leaned back on the sofa and studied the pile of newspapers they had brought back from Nanxinze, reading with great interest while crossing his legs.
Ashley was lying on the coffee table with a sad face. She had not finished her punishment copying yet, and she had to be supervised to finish it before she could go to bed.
Xia Yibing gave Hitzfeld a wink, and the girl immediately followed her upstairs to her newly moved master bedroom on the third floor to discuss the matter in detail.
"If you want to start a class in Dream City, do you just need to tell Pusangsi?" Xia Yibing asked her.
In her opinion, since Pusiens is the actual controller of Dream City, and what Hitzfeld wants to do is meaningful, it should not be difficult to accomplish this.
"It's not that easy." Hitzfeld shook his head and gave her a rather strange look. "I think you should read more books instead of just dealing with those cases."
In her eyes, Xia Yibing is a magical woman.
On the one hand, she is very mature, sensible, and knows how to treat people. She has a lot of strange and bizarre knowledge, which shows that she must have traveled a lot on weekdays, or immersed herself in the Shadow Lion Archives to look up information.
But her maturity and erudition are relative. She can be professional in some amazing areas, such as handwriting and footprint recognition, but she will be confused in some common sense areas, such as thinking that she only needs to say one sentence to Pussiens to start a class in Dream City.
But she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.
On the contrary, she thought Xia Yibing was very cute like this.
Just like what some people said in the previous life.
Contrast cute.
"There may be a conflict of interest involved here." She explained softly, "Although the academic community is relatively purer, it is not a pure paradise... You also know what happened to Ferdinand. This matter is not that simple."
There are factions among the various colleges, and they will argue over funding and investment. If Hitzfeld just wants to take a course and become a full professor, then it is really a matter of words, and others will surely welcome it. But if she wants to start a new subject——
Especially since this topic is so broad, in her opinion it should even be separated from the humanities and sociology to form a new college.
There must be a lot of people who oppose it.
"Is that so?" Xia Yibing's expression was somewhat gloomy. "I was overthinking."
She looked very lost, because she was about to return to Wayne to report on her work, and she was also thinking about helping the girl to the best of her ability, at least helping her convey a message to the Dream Corridor.
"Actually, it doesn't matter even if it doesn't work." Seeing her beautiful appearance with her head lowered, Hitzfeld's heart was slightly touched.
Xia Yibing's outfit today was very "casual", the only difference was that she changed her shorts into a short skirt.
This makes her look more feminine.
When she was lost, her hands folded on her knees and her two long black silk legs hanging from her skirt and folded side by side were so eye-catching.
