v3 Chapter 147： Christmas at the Grangers

"It turned out that the car-like luggage was a little inconvenient, so I changed to a more convenient one," Mr. Granger opened the back door of the car and sent the two's suitcases in.

Then, the three set off on their journey home.

After Mr. Granger walked through his small garden and opened the door of the house, there was a smell of flour and butter being baked from the house.

"Mom must be baking cakes!" Hermione rushed into the house excitedly, she put Crookshanks on the ground, quickly unzipped the boots, threw off both boots, and then kicked them. rushed to the kitchen.

Tom, who was behind, helped her put her shoes on with a wry smile, and comforted Crookshanks, who had just arrived and was a little nervous.

Speaking of which, it was the first time Crookshanks came to Granger's house. It shrank nervously into a ball, and its small eyes rolled. When Tom's hand reached its belly, it also subconsciously stretched out its claws. But when it saw that it was Tom, it relaxed again.

In Tom's arms, Crookshanks reassured himself, staring wide-eyed at his surroundings.

"Minmin!" After Hermione ran into the kitchen, Mrs. Granger gave her a hug, kissed her on the forehead, and held her face for a while after the kiss.

"The skin has become better, and my Minmin has become beautiful again." Mrs. Granger smiled happily.

"Mom—" Hermione got rid of her mother's control and stretched her head to look at the stove, "What delicious food did you prepare today?"

"Little greedy cat~" He Ma poked the tip of Hermione's nose, "The cake embryo is almost ready, I'll smear it with cream and finish it by mounting some flowers."

Mrs. Granger's baking skills are very good, and Tom remembers the bag of cakes that she made.

Of course, a Christmas dinner can't be just cake. On the gas stove in the kitchen, there is still a pot of red wine braised beef, and the salad on the chopping board is ready, just need to sprinkle some seasonings and mix it. In the oven, there are not only cake embryos, but also a large plate of finger biscuits. The turkeys, sausages, and pork chops in the refrigerator lie obediently in line.

"By the way, Minmin, help me get the stake cake out of the refrigerator."

Stake cake is a cake that looks like a stake, which is a traditional British food. A long time ago, people would go to the woods to cut down a lot of wood on Christmas Day, bring it home to fill in the fireplace, and ensure that the furnace will keep burning continuously for 12 days from Christmas Eve. After entering modern society, logging is not very realistic, and the way to celebrate it is to eat this Christmas wood-shaped cake.

This cake was custom-made by Mr. Granger from a cake shop in advance.

Parents are used to asking their children to help with kitchen chores everywhere, and the Grangers are no exception. After the joy at first sight faded, He Ma began to command Hermione skillfully.

Hermione walked to the refrigerator door, and as soon as the door opened, she saw a figure like a hill lying there.

Hermione:  …

"Mom, I'm going to eat turkey again this year..." Hermione looked at the pile of meat with a desperate expression.

"Of course, this is a tradition!" Mrs. Granger said proudly. "This time I learned from my experience and marinated the turkey in advance."

"What kind of tradition is this!" Hermione complained, she knew from reading that turkey was introduced to England in the sixteenth century, and it was considered an imported product. How could this be called a tradition? Seeing her mother's proud face of the old London square flag, and thinking about the bad taste of turkey and the fact that the next week's meals are all about turkey, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, and retorted.

As a result, her head was knocked on the head by He Ma.

"Isn't there Tom this year? With one more mouth, the turkey must be eaten faster than before." After the fight, He Ma comforted her precious daughter again.

Hermione was lost in thought.

Hey? Seems to be true, Tom should like to eat turkey, right? If he doesn't like it, he can persuade him and reason with him. Hermione believed that Tom would like to eat turkey after she had reasoned.

It's really not good, you can turn Tom into a magical animal and eat it - that three-headed dog is very good, and it is very edible at first sight.

After Hermione figured it out, her mood improved, and she continued to work happily in the kitchen.

When night fell, Mrs. Granger had prepared a sumptuous Christmas dinner. The red turkey, the sizzling roasted meat, and the white Christmas cake were placed next to a few black wooden stakes, which were prepared in advance. In addition, red wine braised beef and curry chicken were also put on the table.

"Abundant!" Mr. Granger was very happy looking at this large table of delicious food. He opened a bottle of champagne and pulled out a beer.

After a short prayer, the Christmas dinner began.

He's mother took the knife and gave everyone turkey meat. She and her daughter were chicken thighs. Tom got a part of the chicken wings. As for Mr. Granger, he was given a large piece of chicken breast.

Maybe she knows the taste of the turkey. This year, He Ma also made some optimizations on the turkey: she brushed the turkey with sauce in advance, so that the taste penetrated into the chicken as much as possible, and stuffed it into the belly of the chicken when roasting. Caramel, celery, onions, chestnuts, sage and other stuffings make the roasted turkey fragrant. He Ma patiently cut the meat into small pieces and poured some barbecue sauce on it.

The chicken processed by such complicated steps tastes a lot. There's still some firewood, but it's still okay.

"Hey, the turkey was good this time," Mr. Granger put a piece of chicken breast into his mouth and chewed, his eyes lit up.

"Then eat more," He Ma added another shovel of meat to his plate.

The dinner went on smoothly. The family chatted and laughed while enjoying the food.

"Minmin, tell me about your recent life at Hogwarts? How are you doing? How are you getting along with your classmates?" Mr. Granger opened the third bottle of beer~www.novelhall.com ~ asked enthusiastically, "I remember that you signed up for a lot of classes this year, can you still keep up?"

"Of course," Hermione raised her chin with a smug look on her face, "it's just a little busy every day, but fortunately, Professor McGonagall has applied for a time converter for us."

"Time shifter?"

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Everyone was in high spirits, and even Tom drank a little champagne and a few beers with him. It was eleven o'clock in the evening when I was full of food and drink, and there was nothing to talk about.

"It's so late," said Mr. Granger, glancing dazedly at his clock, "it's time for bed..."

"Yeah," He Ma stood up and took away the leftovers on the table, while Hermione walked up to the second floor, ready to take a shower.

Tom stood up after him, remembering that his bedroom was also on the second floor, but before he could leave the dining table, Mr. Granger grabbed him.

"Today we... had a good time chatting! Come, let's go back to the bedroom together - continue to chat..."