My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 319 The Story of the Elf

Lunch is strawberry pie, sandwiches and milk. European countries like milk very much. Relatively, other beverages are rarely drunk, but there are actually many types of beverages in Asian countries such as Huaxia and India. Beverage products can also be seen in supermarkets.

A pie can be thought of as a special kind of bread.

The fruit is processed as a filling, then the dough is cut into strips, weaved back and forth on the fruit, and finally sent to the oven.The final product will look browned and slightly puffed up compared to when it went into the oven.

That's pie, as easy as it sounds.

But the way to deal with the fruit is the secret of the housewives.

Some like to chop up the fruit and puree it, some cut it into large chunks.

Anyway, there are many ways to do it.

The strawberry pie that Han Qi ate at Malconn’s house was lumpy strawberries, which could be felt to be deep-fried, and it was definitely butter.

Really good.

The sweet taste of strawberries is not completely filtered out by frying, but adds a unique taste, which breaks when you sip it, and the fragrance instantly fills the whole mouth.

Han Qi closed his eyes slightly.

You have to write down the taste of this delicious food. If you have a chance, you must ask yourself how it is made.

Squint your eyes, then open them again.

The strawberry pie on Xiao Liwa's plate is almost finished, and her mother is signaling her to be a lady with her eyes, but the little girl's attention is obviously on the plate, with a lot of sauce left on the corner of her mouth, Han Qi really wants to show this scene to take a photo of.

Sure enough, it would be better to have a girl, even naughty is so cute.

"Liwa is like this. She can't calm down when eating."

"It's okay, it's cute." Han Qi said.

Malken asked Han Qi about his experience in learning painting. Although he didn't have one himself, he had a whole set of mental journeys from beginner to professional level in his mind, so he said it clearly and logically. Many painters will encounter problems. Han Qi can still be encountered.

"The portrait painted in Kangtao was quite difficult. I thought about it for a long time and didn't have a clue."

"How did you solve it then?"

"It's a flash of inspiration. I first understand my character and my hobbies, and then use this insight to observe others. It has indeed opened up a lot of new horizons than before. The works I drew are quite liked by Sir Kangtao. He even paid my taxes and gave me a lot of wine."

"The owner of Kang Tao Winery? Isn't it rumored that he is stingy and difficult to get along with?"

Han Qi recalled a moment and said:

"Others have told me about it, but I don't think the rumors are very credible. At least for me personally, and his love for his granddaughter, this is a very kind old gentleman. As for others, I can't It’s time to evaluate, I only had contact with him for a few days.”

At that time, after Han Qi lived in Kangtao Manor, some friends did ask Han Qi about old Kangtao's personality, and the outside world said that he had a perverse personality.

Indeed did not find.

"Don't keep talking about me. I'm also very curious about your work. This is the first time I've heard of a folklorist."

Malkan says he is an expert on Icelandic folklore and makes a living doing it and has published books.

Once a book has been published, it is regarded as officially entering the writer's circle.In Europe, writers, painters, sculptors, poets, etc. are all in the same circle, so it is not surprising that Malcolm can know Ms. Dale, but Han Qi doesn't really understand what the work of a folklorist is.

Collecting folktales?

There are many such people in China, but the reason they collect stories is to create their own stories.

This is absorbing folk tales.

He has not seen a pure collection.

"In fact, many countries have folklore experts, and you also have them in China. I have a friend named Zhou Xintong, who is your folklore expert in China. But outside countries can only regard this as their hobby, while we in Iceland can make a living from it. .”

"What's the reason?" Han Qi continued to ask.

Malken put down his fork and explained attentively: "This is because of Iceland's environment. Iceland has never restricted the spread of any legends on its land. It has been passed down through thousands of years of history and has the most complete record of folk stories in the world. This kind of story, every day Each has its own charm, do you still remember the elf hut you saw just now?"

"Remember, it's a very delicate house."

"Well, you can see such houses in many places in Iceland. They are built by people in awe of the elves in nature. They are often placed by rivers or forests, but sometimes they are also in cities."

Han Qi nodded and said, "I know elves. When I came to Iceland, I heard many people say that the little nurses in small town hospitals always like to tell me such stories."

"What did she say?"

"Let's say that elves are generally girls who like to go shopping in the human world, and then like to do seemingly meaningless things, such as watching the river and listening to the birdsong all day... Actually, I have When I think about it, I was like this when I was a child, I could squat on the sand and watch the ants busy all day."

Malken laughed twice and gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, the elves have a very simple character. They have a long life and no shortage of living materials. So for them, the meaning of life is not to live, but to enjoy. They are good at discovering the beauty of nature. Good things, and share them with us."

Seeing the extremely positive expressions of him and Xiao Liwa, why does Han Qi feel guilty if he doesn't believe it anymore.

"Actually, I have been studying elves in the past few years since Riva was born. All things have spirits. They actually live around us, but we can't find them." Malken sighed and shook his head.

Han Qi smiled and said, "It's a pity that I didn't find the elf. I think Riva is like an angel, an elf."

Liwa was full, and the sauce on her mouth was wiped off by her mother, and now she has regained the appearance of a good child.Hearing Han Qi complimenting her, Baby Fat smiled exaggeratedly.Let Han Qi see a missing front tooth that she has been hiding all this time, Han Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed too.

What a lovely kid.

After lunch, Riva's mother cleared the dining table, and Han Qi was taken to the study by Malken. He introduced some books about Icelandic folklore and gave Han Qi two books.

Of course, it was his self-published one.

One is "Walking with the Elves" and the other is "The Fantastic Legend of Kedar"

Just looking at the name, Han Qi prefers the second book.

He likes to read books with strong stories, and he is also very curious about what Icelandic fantasy legends are like. No matter how powerful the setting of elves is, it should not be comparable to the three major myths.It is estimated to be similar to the legend of monsters in China.

As if knowing what Han Qi was thinking, Malken said: "It's different from the legends of other countries. It's quite interesting. If you have spare time, you can read more. I believe you won't be disappointed."

(End of this chapter)