dessert and music

Early in the morning, Hilda opened her eyes.

She went out of the room and went downstairs to the baking room, where there were already several people standing at the table looking at the desserts on display.

"Is there something wrong with Montblanc?" Hilda saw that their expressions were serious, and asked worriedly, "If there is a problem, it should be remedied now, but the quantity may be small." "I found that the pistachios are used up." , there is no way to make vermicelli with pistachios and chestnuts," replied one of them. "Then use rum—I remember that Mrs. Irene has a bottle in stock." Hilda pointed to the stairs, and the man left the baking room.

"Good morning, Hilda." One of the little girls looked at her happily. Hilda was a very reliable and gentle person in the eyes of these people.She will clearly remember your name, hobbies, etc., and this is only half a day after you first met.She always gave them little presents at the end of the day: some cookies, candy.

"Good morning, Anne." Hilda greeted her with a smile, and took the vanilla cream from her hand, "Have you made the almond Fernandes sponge cake into a cone?" The cream and the thin noodles squeezed on top." Annie replied with a smile.Mrs. Irene came in with a bottle of rum and joined them in preparing it - an event she herself valued most since opening.

"The two managers in the theater agree that you will go to the ball with them after the desserts are arranged." Mrs. Irene said as she went downstairs. "Great!" Anne exclaimed, "I've never been in the Paris Opera, let alone played with the actors there!"

But Hilda wasn't so excited.When she left Eric's basement yesterday, she saw a red dress with a big exaggerated hat and a skull mask next to it.

She knew it was Eric's masquerade costume.

"Hilda! Hilda!" Annie put the last piece of Mont Blanc into the box and said a little excitedly, "What are you going to wear?" "I don't know, maybe I won't go to participate." Hope Erda was taken aback for a moment before replying.

But in the end she went anyway, and Annie said it was all due to her.

So Hilda found a gift from Mrs. Irene in the closet.A slightly gorgeous beige tutu skirt, she has never worn since receiving this gift, because she thinks it is too exaggerated.

Annie sent over a mask, which was a bunny with two lovely long ears, which she said she made herself.

Hilda put on a skirt, took a mask and went to the Paris Opera with Mrs. Irene.

Anne was wearing a small white dress with a fluffy little round tail sewn into the back of the skirt. "Look, look, I'm also a bunny!" She bouncing around Hilda with a basket of biscuits in her hands, "You're so pretty!"

"Okay, Anne." Mrs. Irene turned to Anne and said, "Hurry up and go to the Opera House to play."

Hilda stood at the entrance of the Paris Opera House and looked at this miraculously splendid building. Who would believe that such a magnificent theater had such a geek as Eric in its basement?

"Come in, Hilda!" Anne entered the door only to find that Hilda had not followed, and she went out again to find that Hilda was standing alone at the entrance of the theater in a daze.

When Hilda heard Anne's voice, she hurriedly said, "Here we come." How could she suddenly think of Eric?She sighed softly, quickened her pace and followed in.

"Just put the dessert here." It was Mrs. Giri's voice, and Hilda looked up.Mrs. Geary was wearing a black dress as usual, with her hair up, but she had pinned a peacock feather to it.

"Okay." Mrs. Irene nodded to Mrs. Geary, quickly arranged Anne and Hilda, and said to Hilda, "Hilda, you and Anne should not be separated at the ball, there will be a lot of people here, You take care of yourselves." Mrs. Irene did not attend this masquerade ball, she said that she was going to do something elsewhere.

Hilda knew that Mrs. Irene had something to deal with tonight, so she nodded and agreed.

Anne and her and the helpers in the theater moved very quickly, and the Napoleon cake and Montblanc didn't need any decorations, they just needed to be neatly arranged side by side.

But Hilda Peach Melba needs some work - this time she made Peach Melba into balls and changed the original coriander mousse into a cheesecake, and finally drizzled a layer on the outside White chocolate, and lightly coated with a little bit of leftover raspberry jam on the set chocolate shell, which gives it an exact peach appearance.

They also took some time to make a chocolate tree, placing peach-shaped Melbas on branches made of chocolate. !

"It's amazing!" said Annie, sitting on a stool after finishing her work. "I can't believe I'm at the opera house, and in the opera singer's dressing room!"

Mrs. Geary had just told them that it was still some time before the ball, and sent her daughter Meg to take Hilda and Anne to the dressing-room for a while.

"Yes." Hilda replied.

Meg, who was sitting quietly by the side, raised her head to look at the door, and suddenly said: "Oh my God! Christine, you are so beautiful." It was Christine, she was wearing a pink dress that looked like a fairy in a fairy tale. The tutu walked in.

Christine smiled when she heard Meg say this. She saw the strange Hilda and Anne beside her, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" "We are here for the Masquerade Ball. I am Anne, She's Hilda." Anne jumped up and pointed to herself and Hilda who was sitting beside her looking down at her hands.

"Hilda?" Christine felt that the name was a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere. "Hello, I'm Christine Daye."

"Hello." Hilda raised her head and smiled at Christine, "Nice to meet you."

At this time, Mrs. Geary knocked on the door of the dressing room and said, "Okay, ladies, let's chat later. The ball is about to begin, so hurry up and enter!"

Meg and Anne jumped up from their stools at these words, and they trotted out.

Christine approached Hilda, stretched out her finger and lightly poked Hilda's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

The author has something to say:

I feel that my word count fluctuates a bit too much.

I don’t know what to add ummm to the text

The number of words on a roller coaster...

Endurance passed orz

(It may take a few days before the word count will be normal)

My plot is also refined to a certain level.

I didn't think too much about it when I started the article, I just wrote it after thinking about H's name.There is no outline, causing my thoughts to be a little confused now.

who I am?where am I?what am i writing ?