dessert and music

Mrs. Irene had a big order recently—it was about a masquerade at the Paris Opera.Hilda has been preparing for this for the past few days. Although Mrs. Irene has recruited several small workers, she is still very busy.

So she hasn't delivered anything to Eric for some days.

The Opera ordered a few desserts from them, which included Napoleon cake, Montblanc and a peach melba she had already made.

Today is to prepare the napoleon cake almost.This also required making meringue, and of course, she handed over this laborious task to the little worker who came to help.The cake she's making requires five layers—two layers of puff pastry and two layers of filling.

Yes, Hilda produced another large basket of raspberries.I don't know whether it's because raspberries are cheap these days, or just to cater to the taste of the public, Mrs. Erin basically buys some raspberries back every day-this is just one layer, and she also prepares lemon custard filling.

Hilda also thought long and hard about the Napoleon topping, torn between traditional fondant and chocolate flakes, so she chose half and half.

Daloga had been to the bakery once yesterday, and he told Hilda that Eric had been writing his music in the room every day, without a drop of water for several days, and asked Hilda to bring some food to see.

Hilda got a new basket, and put in it the two Napoleons she had just made—the first ones she hadn't tasted yet.Hilda is not in any mood to prepare food for Eric now, she is so busy these days that she is dizzy, and she can't even eat for herself.

She entered the dark passage again, but she found that the dark place turned out to be very bright this time.She looked sideways and saw some candles on the wall of the dark passage, and the brighter light of the candles reflected a black figure.

"Oh, that's great, you're here!" Daroga said in surprise when he saw Hilda come to the basement of the theater carrying a basket.Hilda handed Daloga the basket, asking him to deliver the cake to Eric. "No, no." Daloga quickly waved his hand, "I won't go to his place... It was an accident to take you back last time. I live outside, and there are secret passages to come." He pointed to the road behind him.

Hilda said worriedly: "Are you sure I didn't disturb him?" "I don't think so." Daloja walked ahead of her and opened the secret passage door, "Who knows!"

What an ambiguous answer!

Hilda glanced at Daloga behind her with resentment.This Paris is not short of desserts, nor is it short of people who can cook, why is she on the stall?

She stood in front of Eric's door, debating whether to knock or not.The act of interrupting someone else's creation is inherently rude, and it's easy to interrupt someone's train of thought, and Hilda herself hates this behavior-especially when she's concentrating on making desserts.

After thinking for a long time, Hilda finally didn't knock on the door of Eric's room.

She wrote a note with the pen she carried with her, put it on the basket, and put the basket at the door of the room.

Hilda was about to go out when she caught a human-like figure out of the corner of her eye.Her curiosity prompted her to check it out.Hilda walked over quietly with light steps.

What came into view was a wax figure, a life-size wax figure.Hilda's eyes went to the wax face - it was Christine!

The blond girl is holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands, wearing a wedding dress, the hand-studded diamonds sparkle in the candlelight, this is Christine! "Christine" had a natural expression and a smile. If it weren't for those eyes that couldn't blink, Hilda would have thought that she was the girl singing on stage.

She knew it was Eric's masterpiece.

"I'll marry Christine when I finish writing my greatest work, The Triumph of Don Juan." Eric's tired voice came from behind Hilda.

What a beautiful oath!Hilda sighed.And Eric continued: "But get rid of all the flies around her first... Hilda, what do you think of the torture chamber! I took some time these days and revised it again, so that It can be freely switched between tropical and frigid regions—I'm really looking forward to that scene!" Eric said in the end, his voice was high, and even Hilda, who was not interested in this, had a little expectation.

Hilda turned to look at Eric with wild eyes. His skeleton-like hands were no longer so wrinkled, and his body looked much better than before. Although his face was a little pale, he was in good spirits.

Eric met her eyes and said, "Don't expose this plan, Hilda. If you want to see many people die, just say so!" "But you are going to take Christine away and send the Viscount into the arms of death..."

"It's none of your business!" Eric interrupted her suddenly, "Christine loves me, and I have the right to bring her to my house!" He looked at Hilda coldly.

Hilda didn't know what was wrong with her, she immediately opened her mouth and shouted again: "This is kidnapping!"

Eric didn't yell at Hilda excitedly this time, but said in a quicker tone: "Look at you... I know the environment here can make people a little anxious... Hilda, your reaction is too intense , it's just a small matter. Now, you should go."

Eric walked straight to the door of the secret passage, opened the door and stood by the side waiting for her to leave.

Hilda knew that he had restrained his emotions, and left the basement without saying anything.

Daloga was leaning against the wall, and when he saw Hilda coming out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?" "..." Hilda didn't know what to say, "He's gone to rest."

"That's good." Daloga said, "Tomorrow is the masquerade ball. I heard that your bakery will contract desserts?" "Yes, although it is only a part. But Madam Irene attaches great importance to this time." She replied.

"Good luck to you then."

The author has something to say:

As we all know, E is still a master of handicrafts.

They are very powerful (kimbo).

Then this is the daily sand sculpture with my friends:

Me: Code words make people bald.

She: Bald and Eric become husband and wife.

Me: ('-'three'-')