"Oh, Cyril! You're finally back safely! I asked Fitz to find you a few days ago, and he helped you find a job in the tavern. I didn't expect to go to your house, but it was empty, and I heard it later. Old John said that he saw you going to the Foggy Moon Forest alone! But it made us worry!"
The woman said a long list of words like a barrage of guns.
Cyril turned his head and saw that the person was a tall aunt with brown curly hair.
She was wearing a long half-worn dress, and in her hand she was carrying a small basket covered with cotton cloth embroidered with roses.
When she saw Cyril, there was a mixture of joy and worry on her face, not like a fake.
Cyril, who received the memory, immediately reacted. This is Aunt Maria, and her husband is Fitz, a blacksmith in the small town of Codswood.
The hunter has a lot of intersections with the blacksmith Fitz because of hunting tools, and the two have a good relationship.
When the hunter died, Uncle Fitz and Aunt Maria helped Cyril a lot, and took care of him after that.
It's just that the sensitive and stubborn teenager can't accept the kindness of others calmly.
"Blessed by the goddess of light! Fortunately, you are all right!"
Aunt Maria gave the dirty Cyril a hug without disdain.
The pale and thin Cyril was hugged by the tall Aunt Maria like a chicken, and he blushed a little at the warm embrace.
Cyril had never been so close to anyone before.
Before he crossed, he was a small staff member of the Interstellar Cultural Relics Research Institute, which was a remote and unpopular job. In the interstellar era with advanced technology, few people paid attention to those niche "old era" things.
But Cyril was a well-behaved and sensible child when he was in the Interstellar Orphanage. When he grew up, he also liked to quietly and quietly ponder those ancient books of the "Old Era" in the corner of the institute.
Since half a year ago, the archaeologists of the institute brought back many ancient books from the 21st century BC from Blue Star, including a complete set of "Harry Potter" books. Cyril was particularly addicted to that story.
When he was fantasizing about the wizarding world for many days, the system happened to appear, saying that it would give him a chance to experience the wizarding world he had been looking forward to.
The next thing is that the system made a mistake when calculating the coordinates of the plane, and Cyril came to this strange world by accident...
Aunt Maria looked at Cyril's distracted appearance, and sighed for a while.
She had previously thought that the hunter would not take care of the child, so look at the thin child.
Aunt Maria warmly invited Cyril to dinner at her house.
"I happened to ask Audrey to make a delicious creamy mushroom soup in the evening today! And the kind of nut fried skewers that Lucien likes to eat, you can't miss it!"
If it was the previous Cyril, he would definitely not agree. The boy's self-esteem made him prefer to go to the dangerous Fogmoon Forest to make a living rather than be helped.
But now Cyril remembered that he had dropped to the "1" physical strength, and nodded obediently.
He was really hungry, his limbs were weak, his hands and feet were weak.
Cyril didn't want to walk around this world for nothing without even knowing the wizard.
After that, he will find a way to repay Aunt Maria's family, he is confident.
Cyril followed Aunt Maria to her house and listened to the nagging of this kind lady along the way.
"Here! You must come often in the future!"
Aunt Maria laughed.
What appeared in front of Cyril was a semi-old, but very clean and tidy log cabin.
The yard in front of the house is neatly piled with firewood, and the flowerbeds are also scattered.
There is also a simple swing under a large oak tree by the door.
Before he got close, he smelled the fragrant smell of dinner coming from the house.
Cyril's stomach let out a longing cry, "gu-gu-", the sound was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by the people around him, and he suddenly blushed.
Aunt Maria giggled. She looked at Cyril, who was thin and pale, and felt particularly distressed for this child.
Feeling that little Cyril went to the foggy forest alone and matured a lot, Aunt Maria sighed in her heart.
"Come in! The sensible Audrey has made dinner! There is a delicious cream of mushroom soup tonight!"
Aunt Maria led Cyril into the house.
It was dark now, and the warm kerosene lamps in the cabin glowed orange.
The light through the window, accompanied by the warm food smell, makes people relax involuntarily.
When he saw Cyril carrying the rabbit into the wooden house, Uncle Fitz strode over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good boy! As capable as your uncle!"
In the past, hunters have always called Cyril his nephew.
"But you don't have to worry so much, there will be opportunities later, take your time! Look at you losing weight again in the past few days!"
Uncle Fitz is a burly middle-aged man with a beard. He has considerable arm strength all year round. With such a shot, Cyril, whose stamina score is only "1", can't stand still and stagger forward.
"Fortunately, you didn't go deep into the Foggy Moon Forest! That's not something you can handle!"
Uncle Fitz sighed, and he suddenly stared at Cyril and confirmed: "You really only work on the edge of the foggy moon forest, right?"
Cyril nodded hurriedly, and calmly moved away from Uncle Fitz, who was a little dangerous for him at the moment (for fear that he would give himself two more shoulders), raised the rabbit in his hand and said to Aunt Maria: "Mr. Madam Leah, please cook this for dinner."
Aunt Maria smiled and shook her head, and said, "You're welcome! The rabbit you finally called, this rabbit can be sold at the market for 5 silver coins!"
Cyril was about to say something when Audrey Audrey, Aunt Maria's daughter, came out of the kitchen with dinner, and her little brother Lucien followed her sister.
The two of them were stunned when they saw Cyril who suddenly appeared at home.
Audrey quickly restrained her surprised expression, while her little brother Lucien pouted and muttered something in a low voice.
Audrey brought a large pot of rich creamy mushroom soup to the table, and went back into the kitchen again, bringing out several loaves of soft white bread of good quality and some nut fried skewers.
Cyril's face remained calm, but he looked at the food with anticipation in his heart.
After all, the various nutrient solutions in the interstellar era have replaced the traditional cooking diet, and only those stubborn and conservative old gentlemen will still retain the kitchen utensils of the old era.
The young Cyril also managed to collect a set of kitchen utensils, and he also found a lot of recipes!
It's just that the busy book archaeology work made him have to choose a more convenient and quick nutrient solution.
He has long been fascinated by all kinds of food before the interstellar era.
Audrey sat opposite Cyril, while she was drinking soup, she caught a glimpse of Cyril slowly eating a simple dinner, her eyes involuntarily staying on him.
She watched Cyril slowly tearing the white bread with her pale and long fingers, and then slowly dipping the bread into the thick soup into her mouth, with a happy and contented expression on her face, as if she was tasting some delicacies of mountains and seas.
A strange feeling suddenly surged in Audrey's heart. She had vaguely known that Cyril was rejected by other teenagers of the same age in the town.
Cyril didn't go out very often, and Audrey had only seen Cyril from a distance in the past.
To be honest, her impression was not good, gloomy and sullen, not at all like a teenager of their age.
Once she met Cyril's eyes from a long distance, and the cold gaze from the boy's eyes half-covered by his dry forehead made her panic.
But now, Cyril noticed Audrey's obscure look at the opposite, and he naturally gave her a polite smile.
The pale face was slightly flushed, perhaps due to the moisturization of the hot soup.
A pair of black almond eyes, which had grown larger due to their thinness, curved up gently, and the small mole under the left eye was shining brightly.
Under the warm orange candlelight, his whole person has an indescribable temperament.
Audrey was stunned, her eyes looked away as if she was scalded, and she immersed herself in the soup in a panic, but the girl's earlobes were a little red.
Cyril has changed so much, he is obviously the same person, but his temperament is completely different.
Audrey clenched the bowl in her hand, wouldn't those boys be jealous of his handsome appearance to reject him
Stupid, shallow boys, really bad.
Cyril didn't notice that someone was outraged about the reasons for his gloomy past.
He was now engrossed in the wonderful thing of enjoying dinner.
Fluffy and soft, the white bread is lightly broken and dipped in a thick cream of mushroom soup.
The fresh and smooth soup slowly penetrated into the honeycomb-shaped pores of the bread, and also slowly filled Cyril's empty stomach for a long time.
The nut fried skewers are a favorite food of the small town children. They are wrapped in batter with dried almonds and raisins, and then they are fried in a pan until golden and crispy.
Cyril was content to eat the fragrant nut fried skewers, sprinkled with some Aunt Maria's secret seasoning powder, and it tasted so much better!
Although he didn't look at the data, he could feel that his physical strength was gradually recovering, "+1+1+1+1...".
Praise the food!
Nutrient liquid is an invention against humanity!
Since he made up his mind that he would repay Aunt Maria's family well, Cyril was no longer polite, and slapped the rice cheekily, imitating the little Lucien who was just burying his head in the meal, and his movements became faster and faster.
He didn't stop until his stomach finally felt full.
Lucien stared at his big brown eyes and watched Cyril keep eating and eating. He wanted to ridicule him, but inexplicably, he forgot the calm and focused look of watching the other party enjoying dinner. Speak up!
When he regained his senses, he felt annoyed again, Lucien lowered his head and stopped talking in a fit of anger.
Aunt Maria and Uncle Fitz looked at Cyril very lovingly and urged him to eat more when they saw him stop.
After dinner, Cyril politely bid farewell to the enthusiastic Aunt Maria and Uncle Fitz. After he was full, he could finally endure the couple's embrace.
Audrey also nodded to him and said politely, "Be careful on the road, welcome to come again next time." Lucien was pressed by his mother and reluctantly said "goodbye".
Cyril took advantage of the moonlight to slowly walk towards the home he remembered.
There were no night lights in the town, and no one stayed outside on the road at this time, only the quiet night and the light of the kerosene lamps from the houses on the side of the road.
Cyril finally reached the secluded cabin on the edge of the town. The room was dark, and the courtyard door was unlocked.
He gently lifted the doorknob upwards and entered the yard.
The courtyard was empty.
Cyril walked into the room, he subconsciously wanted to control his brain to turn on the lights, but then realized that this was no longer the original world.
For a while, he didn't know what to do next, when a wave of sleepiness swept over him.
On the first day of crossing, this encounter was considered exciting, and Cyril sighed in his heart.
"Anyway, tomorrow is a new day," he muttered.
Cyril lay down on a hard wooden bed in the dark, picked up the quilt beside him, and fell asleep.
The author has something to say:
Food is late but it's here!
Imitating the owl Zoe tilted her head: "Gugu! What is Jiazhe? Can you eat it?"
The practice of "nut fried skewers" comes from "The Forme of Cury"
"Tomorrow is a new day." From "Gone with the Wind" Scarlett often said: "Anyway, tomorrow is a new day."