dessert and music

"as you wish."

Eric walks ahead of her and takes her to the basement.

It seemed that Hilda hadn't been here for a long time—the flickering candlelight in the basement made the place much brighter than before, and the music scores that had been stacked randomly on the table were sorted out and placed in the newly added bookcase.The two of them sat at a table facing each other.There is also a glass vase on this table with several budding flowers in it.

She didn't know what Eric wanted to say to herself, so Hilda just sat in this chair properly.Eric, on the other hand, put his hands on the table and stared straight at her.

The sound of burning candles echoed in the basement, and the two people at the table seemed to be frozen, and their heaving chests could not even be seen.

"So..." Hilda spoke first to break the situation, otherwise who knows how long they will sit here like this?Only then did Eric recover, he took his gaze away from Hilda's face, and looked down at his clenched hands.

"If there is nothing to say, I'll go upstairs to the kitchen..." She pulled out her chair and was about to stand up.Eric, who was opposite, stood up suddenly and pushed her back into the chair.

Hilda stared at him puzzled.Two-thirds of the candles on the table had burned, and Eric said, "How do you feel about life here?"

"What?" She froze for a moment, looked up at Eric's serious eyes, and replied hesitantly, "It's okay..." "It's okay?" He frowned and asked.

The crisp ticking sound came from nowhere, and Hilda turned her head to see a clock on the basement wall—it had already reached four.The chair in which Hilda was sitting fell back, and then she stood up and put the chair back in place.Another harsh sound of wood grinding the ground followed her movement.

"Oh, that's right! I also forgot that there was something unfinished in the kitchen!" She finished speaking very quickly, and ran back to the living room to close the door tightly.

Did the two of them just sit like this for nearly two hours?Hilda looked at the clock in the living room again, the short black hands were indeed on "4". "Obviously I've already said everything." She stirred the cream in her hands vigorously, "Ah—it's been whipped." Hilda put the cream in the basin aside, turned on the stove and filled the pot with Dark Chocolate Chunks.

After all the pieces of chocolate in the pot melted together, she smiled with satisfaction.

Humming softly, Hilda opened the cabinet and took out three glasses and put them on the table.She carefully put in a layer of chocolate sponge cake, added mascarpone cream on top, continued to layer maraschino cheese on top, added ganache and apricot mousse, and finally spread a layer of sugar dipping Fruit - made two.

For the last cup, Hilda added a tablespoonful of dark chocolate sauce from the pan, topped it with the same sponge cake, and finally made a flower from the whipped cream with a sprinkler.

It looked pretty good—she had two dessert cups in hand, one of which stood prominently in the kitchen.Hilda put on her coat, opened the door and went out.

"Good day, Hilda!" Linda walked up to her again holding a bouquet of flowers.Hilda, who just closed the door, smiled at her first, and then asked through the fence: "Linda, where did you get the bunch of flowers you carry every day?" "The flower shop on the corner." Linda Holding up the bouquet, the sun shone brightly on the petals' drops.

The corner florist?She has been going to the corner of the street these days and has never seen a flower shop.

"It's newly opened." Seeing that she was a little confused, Linda explained, "You can go and have a look when you have time, I'll go home first." "I just wanted to find you. Dessert." Hilda walked over and handed out a dessert cup.Linda held it in her hands and waved to her with a smile.

The flowers in front of the door have already sprouted buds - as Charlie said that day, the green ones are arranged in order on the ground one by one.

Hilda suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some space in her backyard where she could plant some more flowers, although she had already placed a set of tables, chairs and a swing there—this was what she asked Mrs. Martha for help, I don’t know What's going on, she suddenly wanted to go on a swing.

By the way, Mrs. Martha!Hilda opened the gate and headed to her shop with another dessert cup in hand.

When passing by the corner of the street, she found a newly opened shop, and the sign at the door read - "Lefleuristedes Sidney".The window is beautifully decorated with colorful flowers, and there is a small blackboard at the door with the flower language of roses written on it.

She just passed by in a hurry and didn't look carefully.After a quick glance, he quickened his pace and rushed to Mrs. Martha.

"Hilda!" Mrs. Martha smiled happily when she saw her push the door in. "Good day." Hilda put the dessert cup on the table in front of Mrs. Martha, took off her coat and greeted softly.Mrs. Martha didn't pick up the dessert and start tasting, but saw the hat on her head and her eyes lit up, she took off her glasses and walked in front of her.

"This style is very beautiful." Mrs. Martha looked at the hat on her head seriously, and she said a little excitedly, "Where is this design?"

"I brought it from Paris." Hilda took off the hat and put it in Mrs. Martha's hands, and asked, "Are there any musical instruments around here?" "Of course, the brothers who live next to my house You should know. But I heard that someone has asked for a piano these days, I don’t know which one it belongs to. The two brothers are not in the town now, and I will let you know when they come back.” Martha Madam touched her hat and said with a smile.

Hilda waved her hand and said, "No, I was just asking. Thank you." She put her coat back on. "Your hat!" Mrs. Martha shouted, seeing that she was about to leave.

"I'm waiting for Madam to make something better than this one." After speaking, Hilda opened the store door and went out.

One or two children ran across the street, leaving only ringing laughter like bells. She sat on a bench by the street and watched the children playing in front of her.

"Miss Hilda?" A strange lady walked up to her holding a basket full of flowers.Hilda heard someone calling her, and saw the strange lady walking towards her in front of her.

She blinked and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" "You see, I forgot to introduce myself," the lady said, taking the empty seat beside Hilda, "I am the newly opened flower shop. My boss, I'm Mrs. Sidney." The lady named Sidney stretched out her hand to say hello to her.

"Good day, Mrs. Sidney." Hilda also took her hand. "The scenery here is beautiful, isn't it?" Mrs. Sidney took a flower from the basket.

Hilda's gaze was instantly attracted by the flower, and she replied, "Yes." Mrs. Sidney smiled, and she handed the flowers to Hilda, saying, "My husband and I are in the small town of Ivars." I didn't stay for long, when I heard that you were moving around, did you meet Linda with you?"

"Ah, it's all right." Hilda took the flower and said with a smile.She stood up with the flower and said to Mrs. Sidney: "I'm sorry, I'm going back now. I'll go to your flower shop when I have time." "You must come!" said Mrs. Sidney She waved her hand and took another flower from the basket.

Hilda returned to the house, Eric's black cloak was still hanging by the door.

She closed the door softly and put the flower in a vase on the dining table.Hilda took off her coat, took it in her hand, and went upstairs.

The setting sun cast through the glass into the corridor, Hilda walked to the door of her room, she frowned suddenly - her room door was half open, she remembered that she closed the door before she left of.

Gently pushing open the door, she threw the coat on the bed, lay down on it herself, and sighed again.Just as Hilda was about to take a break, she saw something on the table.

Hilda propped herself up on her arms, stood up and walked over to the table.She reached out to pick up the things that were put on the table, looked at them carefully, and then raised her mouth and smiled.

The author has something to say:

Take the time to greatly change the transitional chapters.

If you change it, you will close your eyes hah

It’s good to have fun watching, every time I just open the codeword software, I am called away.helpless orz

This chapter is a bit ummm let yourself go? (Bushi