Chapter 429

"So... what are leeks?"

Franka frowned, sliding her slender fingers across the colored pages, she couldn't help but fall into doubt.

Since buying this "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes" (365-day color full version) at the auction of Ji's house, Franka has hardly left her home and studied recipes at home every day.

But some dishes in this cookbook are really confusing.

Just like... this leek box.

Franka searched all kinds of books but couldn't find this vegetable called leek.

"From the picture, it looks a bit like black hair grass." Franka pursed her lips, and suddenly got some goosebumps.

The story of black-haired grass can be traced back thousands of years ago. There was a huge monster with thick mucus and mouths all over its body, and layers of white flesh. In the ground, a kind of grass grows on the body, like black hair.

At that time, humans fed them the dead bodies of their relatives, and then took the grass from their bodies to eat.

In order to prove whether the black-haired grass and leeks are the same species, Franka had a rare strong thirst for knowledge. She borrowed her extensive library to search for things about the black-haired grass, and in the end she saw the black-haired grass. They are all mouth monsters.

The densely packed mouth was born on a two-story-high meat pillar, sticking out its long tongue.

Ouch... Franka felt sick.

But this leek box looks very delicious, and leeks should not be the same thing as black hair grass.

Franka sighed, and continued flipping through the thick cookbook, and finally saw a certain dish——

Boiled chicken.

There are not many materials required, and the method is simple. The main raw material is chicken.

"Hmm...it's a type of southern cuisine. It's beautiful in shape, yellow in skin and white in flesh, tender and delicious, and tastes very delicious, very delicious." Franka's slender hands slid across the page, and then stopped at the word "South". superior.

"South? Where's the south?" Franka thought suspiciously, and then a carp stood upright, and the salted fish turned over and jumped off the bed, and said to herself in a rather lonely tone: "In short, the south should be very go away."

Franka was born in an aristocratic family of a white wizard. It is impossible for a daughter of a noble wizard family to go out casually, so the farthest place Franka has traveled is the Central District Park.

As a white wizard aristocrat, the Curtis family has extremely strict family rules, and the family is famous for their white wizardry of studying astrology and celestial bodies for generations.

This family is known for its pride, and is very particular about family status and academic research, but in fact, it is too old-fashioned and far away from the central power vortex, but the Curtis family seems to be happy about it.

As the first daughter, Franka didn't have much chance to go out, but in fact, she was very interested in the bookstore owner who cooperated with Ji's family.

Since he sells books, he must also know the contents of this book very well, right? Maybe super well-informed and knowledgeable.

The dishes in this book exceed the level of NUO by many times. There are dozens of recipes for chicken alone, which is really amazing.

How can the bookstore owner sell this book if he doesn't understand these things?

"When I get a chance, I must meet the owner of the bookstore, but before that, let's try to make this white-cut chicken." Franka got off the bed.

Her father is not at home today, and mother Susan, who taught him etiquette, has also gone to the branch to teach etiquette as the etiquette maid of the main family, so she can also secretly use the kitchen.

After she transcribed the contents of the book on paper, she carefully locked the book in her safe. Franka was about to sneak into the kitchen, but when she went to the kitchen, she accidentally glanced at a person sitting in the living room. young woman.

She is like a puppet, sitting in a wheelchair, gazing at the flickering candles. Her appearance is completely different from the nobles in the central area of ​​NUO Jin, but she is a bit like the face of a northerner like Ji Bonong Ji Zhixu—— -Black hair, black eyes, yellowish skin.

But she is also very beautiful, with a kind of exotic beauty, otherwise a beautiful girl like Franka would not have been born.

No one even knows her name, but she is Franka's mother.

Franka walked up to her mother in the wheelchair and squatted down. She was a little surprised that her mother was not locked in the small bedroom in the attic today. It should be that the mental therapy during this period made her more stable.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Knowing that her mother who was like wood would not answer her, Franka still showed a big smile and asked persistently to her mother who had never spoken to her:

"Today, let me cook for my mother!" After it's done, let's taste it for my mother...

The mother's eyes didn't even have highlights, and she didn't reply to her daughter at all.

Franka smiled and sighed, feeling a little sour in her heart, then pushed her mother's wheelchair to the kitchen, and said while pushing:

"Mom, will you watch me cook? I'll make it for my mother today... um, white-cut chicken! It might not be delicious, but I swear, I will definitely ask the bookstore owner, maybe I can make a leek box Woolen cloth."

While wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Franka smiled and reported the name of the dish.

After placing mother at the kitchen door, she began to work on the things in her hands.

From the time the chicken was killed and the feathers removed, the silver pocket watch was turned in her hand, and Franke strictly followed every step and heat of the recipe.

"It's just... Cooking wine? Cooking wine... The note is, rice wine? What kind of wine is this? Yellow, is it brewed with glutinous rice? Although I haven't heard of it, the method and taste of Meka wine seem to be very similar to the description here , should be a substitute." Franka muttered softly while cooking.

The gray eyes of the woman sitting at the door began to reflect the busy figure of the girl.

...

"You're done!"

Franka lifted up the neatly cut chicken nuggets on the plate, closed her eyes, and took a long breath of enjoyment.

"It smells so good!! This is definitely a fragrance that has never been heard in the entire continent of Azir!!"

Franka turned her head happily... Hey, wasn't mom at the door before? When did you come in?

Franka's mother entered the kitchen in a wheelchair by herself at some point, looked up at her, and Franka froze for a moment.

"Mom?" She called her tentatively. For the first time, her mother looked like a living person, and slowly moved from Franka to the plate in the girl's hand.

"...Do you want to try this?" Franka asked tentatively. At this moment, her tone was calm, but her heart was ups and downs. From her childhood memory, her mother only had two states: crazy and plant-like.

When it is crazy, it will shout horrible words and fall into great fear. When it is not crazy, it is like a potted plant, motionless.

As if there is no mother... This is what my grandfather and father said to Franka at the same time.

At this moment, it was the first time for Franka to see such a mother, and an unbelievable extravagant hope appeared in her heart——if only my mother could answer me.

"Would you like to try this?" Franka asked again.

The woman in the wheelchair tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes were fixed on the dish in her hand, and then nodded slowly.

Franka's hand holding the plate began to tremble, and she was so excited that she couldn't get any more excited. For more than ten years——

Mother's first response.

She quickly put the plate in front of her mother and handed her the knife and fork, but the mother glanced at the knife and fork, then shook her head suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Franka was at a loss, wondering why her mother suddenly refused again.

The woman raised her hand and put her fingertips together, as if she was manipulating some kind of vessel. Her pupils trembled violently, and even her facial muscles were slightly distorted. She kept opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

She didn't want a knife and fork... Franca understood her mother's meaning at once.

Franka frowned and thought for a while. In the picture of "1000 Classic Home Cookings", there were two stick-like tools. At first she thought they were used for stirring, and she was afraid that they were indispensable. Steps, so also made a pair.

She quickly took out the slender stick from the side and handed it to her mother expectantly.

The mother looked at the stick in her hand, her eyes gradually became complicated, and then she began to operate instinctively, trembling, but refused to let go. Finally, after several failures, she struggled to pick up a piece of chicken and stuffed it. into the mouth.

Franka looked at her mother excitedly, as if she was doing something great, subconsciously held her breath and didn't dare to disturb her.

When the mother began to chew, two lines of tears fell from her eyes, and the eyes burst into light for the first time, as if a ghost had awakened from her body after countless dark years.

With vegetables in her mouth, she choked up and said hoarsely, in a strange and difficult tone:

"My name is...Duan Xuemin, and I belong to...Shendu...Relics...Archaeological Research...Institute, my teacher...is named...Lin, Ming, Hai."

"Next, I will...record...you may...never...be able to understand...the truth."

This nameless stranger repeated these two sentences over and over until he couldn't cry.