Violet Orchestra

Elaine is currently learning to cook.

In fact, he used to cook food, but the taste was not very good, to the extent that he could fill his stomach in the wild.After all, no one will have any requirements for a prince's culinary skills, and he does not pursue improvement in this area, so he has been at this level for several years.

But it was different now, because Violet suddenly said that he wanted to eat the dim sum that he had eaten in Rosalia before, so Elaine sent a recipe to him and decided to make him one himself.

Pickled roses are rare in the north, and the flavor of Rosalia’s specialty is also different from here, so a jar of pickled rose petals is sent along with the recipe.The petals were not all smashed, and some of them still kept their original appearance, soaked in the transparent syrup that was dyed red, which was a beautiful color different from fresh flowers.Elaine opened the tightly sealed jar, scooped out some flower petals from it, and began to study the production method against the recipe.

There is still a long time before Violet wakes up, long enough for him to make a finished product—he originally thought so, but Violet woke up so early that day that he just used the special skin When the rose filling was wrapped and the prototype of the dessert was barely made, the kitchen door was pushed open by the early poet: "Elaine, what are you doing?"

They lived in the house of an old acquaintance of Violet, and Elaine borrowed the kitchen from the cook by virtue of her popularity with the elders. Of course, the other party would not hide this from Violet.

The things on the cooking table couldn't be hidden at all, so he had to turn his head with some annoyance, and announced the surprise he had prepared to Violet in advance.

Seeing the semi-finished products on the table, Violet immediately understood why he was secretly hiding in the kitchen alone, and couldn't help laughing.He woke up and found that Elaine was not around, so he got up and washed and came out to find someone.When the cook told him that Elaine had borrowed the kitchen, he was still a little puzzled, but he didn't expect that the other party was secretly making snacks for him.

"Actually, you can tell me in advance." He hugged Elaine from behind and rested his chin on the other's shoulder. "It won't affect the degree of surprise. Maybe I can help you."

The weather was getting warmer, and the poet only put on a thin dressing gown over his nightgown, because he had just washed up, and his body still had a faint scent of wetness.He lay lazily on Elaine, who couldn't see the smile he couldn't hide, and was still a little frustrated in his heart, and even his voice was a little weak: "I wanted to let you try it after I finished it. I don't know how it will taste."

"I think it will be delicious." Violet was still sticking to him, as if he didn't intend to let go, "You keep doing it, I'll watch you, okay?"

Elaine couldn't say it well, so of course he let him go.Anyway, Violet's patience is limited, and he may go to do other things after watching it for a while, so he shouldn't stay in the kitchen and waste time with him.

But he made some mistakes this time. In the next half of the morning, apart from going back to the room to change his clothes, Violet really stayed with him in the small kitchen, and even brought a Paper and pen, sit aside and start writing and drawing.

"What are you doing?" Elaine couldn't help asking while waiting for the dessert to cool down.

"I'm drawing you." Violet smiled and held up the portfolio in his hand for him to see.

The picture is very simple. It shows Elaine looking down and busy. The lines drawn with charcoal pencil are inevitably a bit rough, but the painting is so vivid that even Elaine can't help but wonder, did he really make this snack just now? ?

He finished looking at the painting and went to see Violet.The poet put down his portfolio and pen with a smile, got up and admired his achievements, and was not stingy with his praise: "It looks delicious, can I have one?"

Afraid that he would burn his hand, Elaine reached out and took one and handed it to his mouth, not forgetting to tell: "Blow it before eating, it may still be a little hot."

Violet blew obediently, then took a bite of his hand.

"How about it?"

"good to eat."

With his affirmation, Elaine's hanging heart fell to the ground. Just as she was about to say that she should eat more, the poet held his hand and raised it to his mouth, and said with a smile, "You can eat too."

The two of them settled down a few snacks one by one, and then put away the rest and the unused pickled roses and took them back to the room.Violet rejected Elaine's proposal to "give some snacks to the homeowner", saying that she would keep all of them for herself. Elaine was a little puzzled: "I can make some more..."

"Then you make some more for him, I'll keep them." Violet hid the snacks in the paper bag, "It's the first time you made it, how can I give it to others?"

In fact, the taste of the dim sum is not very good, at least it is definitely not as good as the one he ate in Rosalia, but as long as he thinks that his little Romeo hid himself to study the recipe without telling him that he wanted the ingredients, Violet couldn’t bear to give it to him. Give them up to others.

This is a surprise for him, and of course he wants to enjoy it exclusively.