dessert and music

Hilda held tightly the things that had just been placed on the table, ran down the stairs quickly, pushed open the door of the basement, and walked downstairs quickly.She was so focused on walking that she didn't even have time to lift her skirt, the dust from the stairs rose up and stained the skirt.

"Eric!" she exclaimed happily.The person who was called was sitting in front of the table at this time, and the white mask that should have been worn on his face was put on the edge of the table.Hearing her voice, Eric turned his head and saw Hilda walking in, lowered his head in a panic and covered his face with his hands, and turned his head without looking at her.

Hilda went straight to him and put what she was holding next to his mask.Eric covered his face and saw her movements, staring at the red rose she put together with the mask.

"Thank you," Hilda whispered, resting her hand lightly on the edge of the table.Eric next to him retracted his gaze and turned his head. He closed his mouth tightly and did not speak.Hilda knew he would do this, and she stretched out her hand to pick up something on the table—but instead of picking up the rose on the table again, she picked up the mask next to her and ran back to the living room.

As soon as she sat on the sofa, footsteps came from behind her.Coal was burning in the fireplace in front of her, and Hilda relaxed against the sofa, her eyes gently closed.

Eric, who was standing aside, didn't stop by the sofa. He sat directly next to Hilda, holding the rose in one hand, and the other hand didn't cover his face any longer——somewhat unnaturally. on the legs.

The charcoal in the fireplace continued to burn, and sparks exploded from time to time.

Hilda turned her head to look at the half of Eric's face facing her, and asked softly, "How do you feel?" "It's okay..." His eyes met her gaze, and he said, " A little unaccustomed."

He heard a chuckle from the side, turned his head and asked doubtfully, "What are you laughing at?" Hilda covered her mouth, her shoulders were trembling, she beat her chest a few times, and then said: "Don't wear a mask at home from now on."

"it is good."

The flame is still burning, but the flame is a little weak.Eric got up and added some more charcoal, Hilda keeping her eyes on him.

After he sat back on the sofa, Eric raised the rose in his hand, and stopped halfway up in mid-air.Hilda froze for a moment before picking up the mask.

She took the rose from Eric's hand and pushed the mask back into his hand.

"Well, okay." She stood up, walked to the dining table, put the bright rose Eric gave her into a vase, and asked, "Would you like something to eat?" "Of course." Sitting on the sofa Eric stood up and went to the table and sat down.

Hilda went into the kitchen, opened the cupboard and took out a sack of flour.She wanted to prepare some biscuits for Mrs. Martha—after all, she sent a very useful note as soon as she heard that she had the idea of ​​opening a bakery.

She stared at the blueberries and raspberries and thought for a while: She now has biscuits, fruit that can be made into jam...

"Then let's make cake rolls!" As soon as she clapped her hands, she quickly took out the small pot and put raspberries in it, letting them slowly turn into jam in the pot.Hilda is going to make little Charlotte rolls, which can be made into panna cotta or mousse, and surrounded by finger biscuits.

"I need help, Eric," she called out from the kitchen.Eric, who was sitting at the dining table, had been paying attention to the movement in the kitchen. When he heard her calling him, he stood up and walked over.

Hilda put the unopened bag of flour she just took out in front of Eric, and said, "Do you know finger biscuits?" "Yes—" He looked at the eggs, flour, sugar and some in front of him. Tool, already knew what Hilda had asked him to do. "Then let's start!" Hilda pushed the bowl to his hand with confidence, and turned to make blueberry panna cotta.

"Perhaps you should show me how to do it?" "Whatever you make it can be eaten," Hilda said with a smile.Anyway, it won't all be in Eric's stomach in the end, she is very relieved.

Eric cracked the eggs into the bowl. He had seen Hilda make cakes—it should be similar to cakes.

He separated the yolk from the white of an egg with his hands.Hilda, who watched as he was making panna cotta but was actually doing nothing, had been watching Eric's movements. She saw him move a little skillfully, put the blueberries in his hand on the table again, and slowly Moved over to Eric.

"Are you sure you haven't done it?" Hilda's light voice sounded in Eric's ear.

After Eric divided the last egg on the table, he said, "Seeing how many times you have done it, you will learn it." "Okay then," Hilda said as she put the blueberry in front of him again. , "It's all up to you." After she finished speaking, she hurriedly left here, leaving Eric alone in the kitchen.

She opened the door, went to Linda's house next door, and knocked on the door. "Good day, why did you run to me?" Linda stepped aside to let Hilda into the house.She walked towards the chair and said, "Didn't I say that I wanted to open a bakery a few days ago?" "Everyone in the town knows that you are going to open a bakery, and they all want to visit your place." Linda said Pass the tea cup to Hilda, "Mrs. Sidney also said that if you want to make flower tea, you can go to her." "Of course." Hilda said with a smile, taking a sip of tea.

"If you need help, you can always come to me, I should be able to help you find some people." "Thank you, but I don't think I may need help."

"What?" Linda glanced at the smiling Hilda. She looked very happy and her eyes were shining. "I already have a candidate." After finishing speaking, Hilda stood up from the chair, "I'm going to go back and have a look - I hope he can give me some surprises." "That can't be missed." Linda heard her From the tone of her voice, she guessed who she was talking about, walked to the door and opened it to let Hilda go out.

"When the store opens, I will take Bella there." "Thank you." Hilda waved to Linda, and walked out of her yard to her own house.

As soon as she opened the door, Hilda saw that Eric was already sitting at the dining table in an orderly manner.She took off the coat she was wearing and hung it aside before walking towards him.

"How is it?" Hilda just walked to the dining table when she was attracted by the cake roll "Made by Eric" on the table.Eric stood up and pulled the chair out for her. "Where are my blueberries?" Hilda sat down and saw that there was no blue shadow on the cake roll. She turned her head and asked Eric behind her.

Seeing her surprised face, Eric laughed softly himself, and said, "I used strawberries, but I put the blueberries back." "Why change to strawberries, blueberries are delicious too." Erda muttered unhappily, in her eyes, any fruit is really delicious.

"But strawberries are your favorite."

"you do this delibrately.

"Of course." Eric handed Hilda a silver spoon with a pattern on it, and asked, "Would you like to try my first cake?" "You can't refuse." She took the spoon, carefully took a bite.

Eric stared at Hilda's expression, afraid to miss the slightest change in her face.

"It's okay—" Hilda said calmly, "I can eat it." She dug another piece.Eric was still standing behind her, with one hand on the table and the other on her shoulder. "Can you eat?" He glanced at the empty plates on the table and asked.

Hilda put the spoon on the plate, turned to him and said, "It's still the best one I made." She stood up and put the plate in the kitchen sink, and came to Eric again, not knowing what to hold in her hand. what.

"It's awful," Hilda added. "It's really awful." She spoke quickly.Immediately afterwards, she said, "Low your head—" Eric heard her words and lowered his head obediently, waiting for her next sentence.

"Open your mouth!"

She stomped her feet and raised her hands that had been behind her back.

Eric froze for a moment before opening his mouth.

Seeing that Hilda quickly stuffed something into his mouth, she turned around and ran upstairs.

Eric, who was still downstairs, slowly tasted what she had stuffed into his mouth, then suddenly laughed - it was a sweet, delicious piece of chocolate.

The author has something to say:

Everyone, please enjoy the freshly baked cookies.

I’m in a super good mood today. When I have free time, I’m happy to code while eating fruit candy. Just like the candy in my mouth, the coded characters are also sweet.

I burst into tears ww