【Extra】Spring Festival

New Year is an extremely important festival. There is no New Year in the other world, but there is the "Spring Festival", which symbolizes the final cycle of the four seasons. In the era before the black fog, it was also a festival celebration of the goddess of spring.

The time travelers simply regarded it as the Spring Festival.

The pretty girl was peeking into the kitchen, carrying a plate full of pork skin to the table. Although she had full trust in her companion, she couldn't help wondering: "Aureus, can these really be made into delicious food?"

"Sure, the jelly is delicious. Don't tell Rambo I brought you in, or he'll kick me out."

Oleus took out a kitchen knife and began to carefully remove the fat from the meat. The key to making jelly is to remove all the fat so that the finished product can be bright in color. Olehe looked at the skin, then at the young man, then at the young man, and then at the skin again. She didn't care that her skirt would be stained with grease, and she reached out for a kitchen knife eagerly...

Then it was suddenly held down by another hand.

The real owner of this kitchen narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his pupils behind the lens: "What are you doing?"

Aurelius, who was concentrating on cutting the meat, was startled. The slippery fat was much harder to deal with than he thought, and he didn't notice the other person touching him at all. Aurelius hesitated for a while, and had to answer truthfully: "I want to cut the fat off the meat."

Rambo gave him a puzzled look: "Why not just cook it and then pick it out?"

A real chef will tell you how to cook it. He will just boil a pot of water and put the pork skin in. When the chopsticks can penetrate, he will pick them up one by one. The cooked fat and skin can be separated with just one knife. It is really quick.

Aurelius was stunned and shocked. His hands were covered with oil, as if he was mocking him. Rambo didn't say anything, but cooked the jelly according to his instructions, glanced at the white fat on the table and said, "You can make oil from it."

He first coaxed Olige out to change clothes, then instructed Aurelius to wash the fat, pour some water into the pot, and fry it over high heat. When the water dried up, the oil came out, and half of the pot of pig fat was slightly dark in color, splashing out from time to time.

Oleus stared at the pork, and a series of delicious Chinese dishes popped up in his mind, but in the end he was strangled to death by his hands that couldn't cook. He turned his eyes and found Olige and whispered to her. The little girl drooled and jumped to Rambo and said happily: "Rambo! I want to eat boiled pork slices!"

Rambo: “……?”

He cast a suspicious look at the culprit. If you want to eat it, you can, but you have to give me a recipe, right? The latter blinked weakly: "I don't know how to cook. I just know that there are vegetables, meat slices, bean sprouts in it, and it tastes spicy. How about you make it first? I'm sure I can taste it, right?"

Rambo: “…”

His voice was cold: "Do you know what you look like?"

Oreius asked curiously, "Like what?"

The chef chuckled, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Like politicians in the association. When they make requests to others, they never consider the method, they just say, I want this, I want that, you go make this for me now. You are really exactly the same."

Oreius: "..."

Rambo picked up the kitchen knife expressionlessly and put it on the chopping board. Oleus kept silent and let the other party tell him where to go, washing vegetables and chopping meat obediently. He didn't know the spices from the other world, so he had to rely on oral instructions and the brain worm selected similar seasonings based on experience, waiting for the aroma of the steam to rise.

Aurelius's index finger twitched, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and said boldly in a low voice: "I also want to eat roast duck..."

This time, the bone-cutting knife clanged on the chopping board, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Outside the door, Canaan, who was writing in a serious manner, also paused. Hua Teng, who was considerate, took out the red paper he had written on and put a new one in place.

Of course there are no brushes in the other world. Mason persuaded the knight to accompany him into the woods to catch a rabbit, and then made a pen with a pen holder. He was busy collecting traps, so he gave the task of writing to Canaan.

The priest rolled up his sleeve with one hand and wrote straight and horizontal strokes. Don't think that good temperament will give you a bonus in writing. Canaan, who had written countless pieces of paper, turned to the next one with an indifferent look.

The castle was small in comparison, and the number of couplets to be posted was so large that it almost made one's eyes go dark. The priest precariously searched for some Spring Festival couplets in his mind, and finally invited foreign aid who looked highly educated.

If the portal that was suddenly called by Oleus had a face, it would definitely be confused.

Especially since the one who used it this time was not Oraeus, but the relatively unfamiliar Canaan.

But facing the flower vines that were entwined around him, after feeling the vines' eagerness to devour him, he had already stepped into the portal of the realm and opened himself respectfully, being so obedient that he trembled with fear.

Ya'an City, Earl's Palace.

The door of the office was suddenly covered with a layer of illusory ripples. Ya'an, who was busy working, was stunned for a moment. The door opened automatically without anyone touching it, and several branches of flowers and vines stretched out and wrapped around Ya'an.

The familiar vines proved the identity of the visitor could not be impersonated. The count put down the pen in his hand with a puzzled look and was pulled directly into the door.

After the intense tearing sensation of space transmission, the count had not yet stood firm when he saw a couplet unfolded in front of him.

On the left, it says "The Year of the Tiger has gone, but the spring breeze is warm", and on the right, it says "The Year of the Rabbit has come, and the joy is strong". In the middle, a young man with long silver hair stares at him motionlessly, and hands him a strange-looking pen.

“Can you write Spring Festival couplets?”

“……???”

The brains of high-level bloodlines are generally good. It didn't take Canaan much effort for Ya'an to understand his idea. Is this a custom from the pre-Black Mist era? The Count frowned and took note of it secretly, determined to go back and check it out. Now that he was here, he picked up the pen and wrote it down heavily.

With a swish, the brush wrapped in ink flew out of the frame.

Ya'an drew another stroke in disbelief, and Canaan watched him silently as he drew a big cross.

As we all know, the way a quill pen and a brush bear force is very different.

Count Ya'an suffered a tragic setback in life. He was good at writing cursive characters, but he couldn't control a small brush. As for the so-called five-character and seven-character Spring Festival couplets, he was completely clueless. The helper he brought in wasted three sheets of red paper and brought a look of hesitation from Canaan.

The Earl, who had been a top student in the family since birth, suddenly stopped believing in it.

When Mason and Ronald came back with the game, they saw Canaan standing helplessly beside him, while Earl Yaan was concentrating on writing the word "Fu" according to his writing. The words written with the same consciousness were of course the same, Mason's own level was just a waste, as for Earl Yaan...

...Forget it, the Chinese people will not bully foreigners in this regard.

Mason silently withdrew his gaze and sent the prey to the kitchen with Ronald, who was confused. On the way, Ronald still couldn't believe his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Was that Lord Earl of Yan just now?"

Mason nodded silently. God knew how difficult Ya'an was to teach. If he were given another chance, he would definitely not bring Ya'an here!

No matter how educated a person is, he cannot resist calligraphy!

The two of them walked and talked, and when they reached the kitchen, Mason grabbed Ronald first, put the prey on the ground, and turned around and left. As soon as they left, Oleus, who was sprayed with Rambo's venom and felt like he was dying, came out with his head drooping and took the chicken, duck and pig on the ground into the kitchen.

Seeing his expression, Rambo sneered and took out a new chopping board with great displeasure: "What are you standing there for? Come over and make roast duck."

Oleus' eyes lit up, and the former frowned. He happily handed the duck over and whispered, "Can I have another dish of braised pork?"

"Get out of here, you bastard who only knows how to eat and doesn't know the recipe!!"

The chef roared in anger.

After changing her clothes and walking to the door, Olihe heard the middle-aged man's roar and immediately stopped. Only a fool would touch Rambo's mold at this time! She rolled her eyes around and saw the two people in the courtyard. She immediately tiptoed over.

Her actions could not escape the perception of the two, but neither of them paid attention. Ya'an was immersed in the process of writing calligraphy, and Canaan, Canaan...

Canaan had his hair hijacked by the little girl who came over.

The long silver hair was as smooth as silk, flowing in his hands. There was not a single split end or frizz, making it hard to put down. But would Ollie cherish Canaan's hair? Absolutely not! The little girl started to braid his hair.

It doesn't matter if there's no headband, isn't there a flower vine next to it? Seeing this, Ya'an couldn't help but smile, but Canaan was as still as a mountain, letting Olihe do whatever he wanted. The hairy braids were decorated with vines. Matched with the translucent stamens that were blooming.

...How should I put it? It's all thanks to her temperament that she creates a sense of chaotic beauty.

What can I do? My own child can't tell that they are the same person. Can I pick her up and spank her?

Canaan sighed inwardly.

Fortunately, Mason came over without stopping to save his hair, kidnapped the little girl and started to post the couplets with Ronald. The servants had a day off today, and when they walked around the castle, the young master was exhausted and was laughed at by the little girl.

Mason clenched his fists silently.

When Ollie was about to encounter danger, the aroma coming from downstairs saved her again. Smelling the familiar aroma of Chinese food, one third of the people present (especially Mason) were immediately fascinated and ran downstairs.

As soon as I got downstairs, I heard the middle-aged man's voice: "...Why didn't you tell me that the jelly had to be frozen into blocks? How can I cook it in time now?"

"Well……"

Sorry, I was so happy about the New Year that I forgot.

The vests and their real bodies were all silent.

The brain-worm chef was ready to kill. He closed his eyes and endured it, then went to get a bucket of cold well water, and put the jelly pot into it to speed up the cooling. Without looking back, he drove everyone to the hall.

The European-style hall with Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters on it looked a bit out of place, but in Mason's eyes, it added some warmth to his hometown. Ollie walked around twice and soon lost interest. She didn't understand what these weird things were, but she played along because Orelius and the others liked them.

But even so, when she smelled the spicy aroma, the little girl sat down at the table immediately. The combination of this table of oriental dishes and breadfruit sauce, barbecued meat and bean soup is not fantastic, but very creative.

Ronald tried the roast duck cautiously, dipping it in a sauce that Oleus found to be the closest to sweet noodle sauce after trying the existing sauces. The flatbread was wrapped with vegetables and roast duck slices, and the knight's eyes widened as soon as he took a bite.

"This is a good one..."

He uttered an inarticulate sigh of praise and displayed a few more.

The little girl tried the legendary boiled pork slices eagerly, and it was so spicy that she was on fire. She hurriedly picked up the water and drank it. Rambo tried to persuade her to stop, but Ollie took a few more mouthfuls, her cheeks bulging, and she was completely satisfied.

After eating a few bites, Mason suddenly thought: "Should we save some for Ricks?"

A member of the Black Mist Exploration Team who was called back to the Duke's side had bid farewell to his companions in tears before the Spring Festival. At this time, he sneezed in the house, flipping through the documents in front of him that recorded a certain monster, rubbing his nose and wondering, "Who is whispering about me?"

He turned another page of the document in front of him, and the densely packed words were neatly arranged, reflecting in the man's eyes. The lights outside the window were on, appearing exceptionally bright.

In the distant territory, Rambo waved his hand and said, "I'll do it later."

The group of people ate their meal in a noisy and hot atmosphere. Olih was panting from the spiciness and her cheeks were red and puffy, and she rubbed grease all over Orelius. The latter looked at Rambo and pulled a tissue to wipe her mouth.

The drunken knight hugged Canaan and sobbed as he talked about the past. He even wiped his tears when he was extremely sentimental. Canaan silently handed him a glass of water and was given a good guy card with tears in his eyes.

Mason nibbled at the after-dinner fruit. The warm and alluring aroma filled the castle hall. He thought for a moment and decided to use the portal called by Orelius.

A quarter of an hour later, a plain bedroom door suddenly made a slight click. Rex looked up alertly, put the documents on the table gently, reached under the table to take out the weapon, and moved over step by step.

When he opened the door, there was a three-layer insulated lunch box outside. On the top was a folded red paper. The man was stunned for a moment, then bent down and picked it up.

The unfolded paper was written with many different words: [Remember to bring me dessert when you come back~] [I cooked according to Oleus and the others' request, and prepared a portion for you as well, be careful of the spiciness.] [The roast duck is very delicious, highly recommended!]...

Finally, there are three neatly written lines.

【Happy holidays, and pray for the coming of spring】

【May all your wishes come true】

【Good fortune and long-lasting health】

Each stroke is straight and steady, revealing a regularity that is completely different from other people's handwriting.

The light shone through the crack of the door onto the man's face, outlining a gentle, dim color. Rex quietly looked at the different lines of handwriting. After a long time, he smiled brilliantly. Although no one was around, he still spoke softly to the paper.

“Happy holidays.”

The warm wind blew across the night sky outside the corridor, melting the chill, and lights from every household illuminated the sky.

Spring is coming.