Alan glanced at Helga Hufflepuff, who was in high spirits, and then glanced at the other apprentices who were watching from the side. He silently increased the amount of food he was given. After all, these apprentices had always been kind to him and took good care of him.
"First, you have to mix the gelatin with water. Because it has a fishy smell, you have to add wine..." Allen explained to Helga as he worked. "You have to keep stirring during the melting process until the gelatin is completely dissolved..."
Allen's wand cast a spell on one of the buckets, making them fly to an empty cooking table next to it. Then, he cast a freezing spell, and soon, a large ice cube similar to a freezer appeared on the cooking table. Allen put the food he had just made into the small freezer. "After the refrigeration is done, you have to take out the pudding inside. That's it."
"Pudding?" Hufflepuff asked, puzzled.
"Yes, but this is how it's done in my hometown. Other than this dessert, there are other puddings. For example, the following puddings can be used as the main dish." Allen explained, but he did not dare to mention the Yorkshire pudding. He then said the ingredients he needed, and Helga Hufflepuff directed the ingredients to fly over with her wand.
Seeing Helga seriously recording the ingredients in the mirror again, Hao Ren could not help but complain in his mind. "Some of the ingredients here are from the recipes you left behind... Are you actually teaching yourself?"
The charcoal was burning red and the heat was shocking. It was difficult to control the temperature of the roasted meat on it. In the Middle Ages, even the pot was directly placed on the charcoal to cook food. Allen frowned. He was careless and did not control the temperature well, and the roasted meat in the Yorkshire pudding near the charcoal was burnt.
Hufflepuff did not care at all. She handed the burnt meat that Allen had roasted to an apprentice who was observing from the side. The slightly plump wizard skillfully cut off the burnt meat and ate it...
The sky gradually darkened. After Hufflepuff and her apprentices finished tasting, Hufflepuff expressionlessly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. She didn't show any reaction like the other apprentices.
"As expected, instructors have higher standards than apprentices …" Allen was a little disappointed, even though he rarely cooked.
Then, Hufflepuff put away the handkerchief and looked at Allen with a smile. "These dishes are very strange. They gave me some new inspiration. If you don't mind, can I add them to my recipe?" Allen nodded and looked at Hufflepuff with a smile.
"So you're inspired …" Allen agreed happily. Then, he looked at the dishes she pointed at and his expression froze. The dishes she pointed at were exactly the recipes he used from Helga's recipe book …
"By the way, Allen, there will be a Wizard's Carnival in a few days. Our tavern will also have some activities. You can come and try the new dishes I created based on these inspirations."
Helga asked the apprentices to help Allen sort out the dishes for two people. He also packed the big freezer he made, including the remaining yogurt pudding inside. He also gave them a bottle of strange pungent Beargrass Juice and some freshly picked strawberries for Allen to bring back to the treehouse.
Allen put the carefully cooked pudding on the long table. Ravenclaw was still sitting by the big window, rocking the rocking chair and reading the parchment that Allen sorted out. Then, her nose twitched. "Helga told you I like to drink this?" Without waiting for Allen to answer, Ravenclaw stood up and tied up her hair. She walked to the long table and sat down to enjoy the dinner Allen brought back.
Allen sat opposite Ravenclaw and picked up a pudding. He put the Yorkshire pudding in front of the witch and observed Ravenclaw's expression with anticipation.
"The food in front of you is actually called pudding, but it's made in my hometown." Allen skipped the word "Yorkshire" and introduced it to Ravenclaw. "This time I'm roasting venison. It should be made with beef … The cup-shaped bread tastes like soft bread. It's slightly salty, sunken and soft in the middle, and crispy on the outside. You can use it to absorb the venison juice later."
"You made it yourself?" Ravenclaw sniffed the venison.
Allen nodded proudly and saw Ravenclaw grab the food with her hands. Unfortunately, people in this era liked to eat with their hands, except for some stews that used a spoon. In fact, knives and forks had not been invented yet. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if he made utensils in advance, Ravenclaw would not change her habit in a short period of time.
"It's okay." Ravenclaw looked no different from the other foods she ate. She still looked indifferent. Allen could not tell from her expression whether she liked the taste and texture of the food, but he still introduced the pudding that Luna liked to eat to Ravenclaw.
No matter which pudding Allen introduced to her, she would try a few mouthfuls. She only cleaned her juicy hands after she ate a lot of yogurt pudding with a spoon.
Looking at Ravenclaw calmly drinking the ghee juice and the unfinished pudding, Allen felt a little depressed. Ravenclaw did not have much of a reaction to the pudding he cooked with care. After all, she was not Luna.
Allen thought of what Helga told him and changed the topic. "Helga told me that there will be a carnival here in a few days. What are the activities of the carnival? Do you want to join?"
"The carnival is very noisy! It's nothing more than some 'interesting' competitions and performances. It's also a trade fair. All the wizards nearby will come to trade and exchange things with each other. Helga is very keen on participating. She likes to entertain people with her food at this time. "Ravenclaw stood up and stretched his body, stretching his slender arms straight to the sky. "This time she's the host. I don't think I can avoid it. I might set up a divination stall. If you want to join the competition, I don't recommend you to be a fool and participate in the crucible competition that's popular in my hometown. Otherwise, I might have to drag you back here again."
Alan nodded knowingly. As someone who loved the history of magic and Quidditch, he knew that the game of tying a crucible to one's head and catching a falling stone that was magically suspended a hundred feet above the ground had been made illegal as early as 1762. Although in the eyes of many Scottish wizards, this sport was the biggest test of manliness and courage, it was very popular in the Middle Ages. However, this sport also caused many deaths because of its high risk. "Dumbass" Magnus MacDonald campaigned for the lifting of the crucible ban in the 1960s, but the Ministry of Magic immediately rejected it. But today, there were still a few wizards who illegally practiced this sport.
In the middle of the night, Allen, who was lying in bed, opened his eyes. He heard a rustling sound coming from the treehouse that was supposed to be quiet. He climbed out of bed and walked in the direction of the sound. He suddenly froze in place. In the silence, he saw Ravenclaw, who was only wearing loose white linen pajamas, quietly sitting on the ground next to the food storage cabinet.
Allen's gaze was completely fixed on the witch who was sitting on the kitchen floor eating yogurt pudding, as if all the light in the world was focused on her. One of her naked legs was curled up on the ground, while the other was supported by her knees. Ravenclaw's eyes were half open, and she occasionally flipped a page of the blue book beside her to relieve her boredom. As she put spoonful after spoonful of yogurt pudding into her pink lips, her curly eyelashes trembled slightly. It seemed that her taste buds were completely conquered by the dessert pudding in her hands.
In the process of wantonly enjoying these desserts, Ravenclaw's face and the tip of her nose were unconsciously stuck with the cream because she lifted the bowl and poured it. White little flowers bloomed on her white skin. After finishing the pudding, her fair and slender fingers dug into the red strawberries one by one. Her lips gently wrapped around the strawberries on her five fingers, and the strawberries slid into her mouth. She swallowed the strawberries on her fingertips one by one according to the order of her fingers.
Seeing such a scene, Ellen felt as if he had been hit hard. Under the moonlight, Ravenclaw was pure and charming. Her greedy expression and temperament of dessert pudding and strawberries almost overlapped with Luna's.
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