After dinner, Yabemiya went to the ice cream shop happily after getting Mag's permission to teach her how to make ice cream cake when he had time. She planned to make up for the rest of the day's business hours.
Amy was doing some math problems, and Meg instructed Anna on her knife skills. She practiced in the kitchen, and he went upstairs to pick up the book, The General History of the Norland Continent.
This general history of the Norland Continent was split into two parts. The first part was mainly about the legends of the various races, and even some records about the origins of their own races. The authenticity of these records had yet to be verified, but they were still very interesting to read as anecdotes.
In ancient times, the human race was divided into tribes. They were weak individuals, and they struggled to survive among the other races. Survival was the most important thing for every tribe, and almost no events were recorded.
Ten thousand years ago, the organization known as the Church appeared. Magic and knights appeared in the records of the human race for the first time. The human race began to rise. The scattered tribes formed an alliance and gradually gathered together. They began to have a place among the other races. They grew stronger in the racial wars and eventually became one of the eight major races.
Meg looked at the records in the book, and a contemplative look appeared on his face. The Church, an organization that appeared in human history in a strange way, gave humans the cultivation methods of magic casters and knights, and completely reversed the course of the human race.
However, in an era that was close to primitive civilization, all of the tribes were struggling to survive, so how did a Church suddenly appear?
However, Meg still couldn't find any more information after flipping through the entire book. There were only a few brief sentences in the book, and it said that the first magic casters were called witches, and they were only female.
"The Church … is truly a mysterious organization." Mag closed the book with a contemplative look on his face. Amy had been chosen as the next pope, so he wanted to know more about the church.
However, the information recorded in this book was too broad, and he was going to buy some books on the Church tomorrow to study it. He wanted to see what kind of organization this strange Church was.
"Can … Can I have a look?"
Barbara suddenly appeared in front of Meg, and pointed at the two books in front of Meg.
"Of course." Mag looked up at Babla with a smile as he stacked the two history books together and pushed them in her direction.
As a transmigrator, the most important thing to do after coming to this world was to understand what kind of world this was, and only then could they reconstruct their own worldview.
Mag had fused with a portion of Alex's memories and received a portion of his worldview, so he didn't have to go through that step. Babla had spent most of her time in the restaurant after coming to this world, so it was beneficial for her to read more books and understand the world.
"Thank you." Babla picked up the two heavy volumes of history, and her face was filled with joy. She turned around and went upstairs.
Why was there a teleportation portal in the Moon Nation's palace? Why was there no difference between the language of this world and the language of the Moon Nation? Why did the women of this world become vassals? These were all things she wanted to know, and these two books might be able to give her the answers.
Meg shook his head with a smile. This princess's ability to accept things had exceeded his expectations. After all, the princess had been transmigrated to a completely foreign place, and had even become a waitress in a restaurant. This was not something that anyone could accept.
He checked the answers for Amy, who had just finished the math problem, and then went to the kitchen to check on Anna, who was slicing potatoes in a methodical manner.
The knife fell on the chopping board with a crisp sound, and the sound was clean and crisp, and there was a sense of rhythm to it.
The metal bowl next to her was already filled with small potatoes that had been cut to the size of rice grains. The grains were even, and each one looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.
"Hmm, you've made great progress. Cut this one and call it a day." Meg looked at Anna with a hint of approval. Even an adult wouldn't be able to achieve this in just a few weeks, let alone a five-year-old child.
"Hmm." Anna nodded with a smile on her face, but her movements were still meticulous.
Meg stood at the door and looked at Anna's back with a smile as he thought to himself, This is probably what it means to be talented, right? Perhaps she really can become the best elf at cooking.
Meg didn't throw away the potatoes that Anna had cut. Instead, he mashed them into mashed potatoes, kneaded them into small meatballs, coated them with egg, dipped them in bread crumbs, and deep-fried them until golden brown and crispy. He then took them out with a controlled oil filter. Both the elderly and the children loved to eat them, and the children next door were craving them so much that they cried.
"Crunch." Amy took a bite of the small golden meatball in her little hand, and the crispy skin made a crisp sound. The aroma of the bread and egg became very fragrant after being deep-fried, and under the crispy skin, there was a hint of soft mashed potatoes. It was a little hot when it entered her mouth, and the sweet and glutinous texture of potatoes melted in her mouth, bringing with it a hint of the taste of French fries. Amy's eyes immediately lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Potato meatballs are so delicious! Crunchy, sweet, so fragrant ~ "
Anna took a bite of a potato meatball, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her little face. "Compared to steamed potato meatballs, the taste is much more fragrant, and the soft and glutinous texture is clearly much better than the soft and mushy steamed potato meatballs. The secret lies in the egg and golden powder. Also, a lot of oil has to be added, and the potato meatballs are fried three times. The potato meatballs made in this way become a delicacy.
"Let's keep some for ourselves, and give the rest to those who haven't eaten yet."
Meg put the potato meatballs into the small bags used to store roujiamos, and gave one to each of Amy and Anna before putting the rest into an incubator.
They had already eaten dinner, so they clearly couldn't eat all of the potato meatballs, and the potato meatballs would lose their souls once they became cold. Rather than waste them, it was better to give them to those who needed them.
Usually, the children would have gone back after dark, so Meg and Amy gave all of the potato meatballs to the homeless people in the Aden Square before returning home.
After washing up, the two little girls changed into clean pajamas and lay down on their little beds, listening to Meg's bedtime story with rapt attention.
Ugly Duckling lay down in the middle with its little head poking out, and its little paws resting on Amy's body. It fell asleep as soon as it lay down on the bed.
After the story of the smurfs was finished, Amy had already fallen asleep, but Anna's eyes were still open.
"Anna, are you still not going to sleep?" Meg looked at Anna with a smile. She seemed to have something on her mind.
"I'm worried about Uncle Blour and Big Sister Aisha. When Big Sister Aisha left, she said that she was going to find Uncle Blour, but they still haven't come back," Anna said in a soft voice with concern in her eyes.
"Ding ling ling … Ding ling ling … Mr. Mak! Mr. Mak! "
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