Hua Mu finally successfully made a "cake" on the day before the new year. Although it was not real cream, the flavor was quite special, and the eldest lady was very satisfied.
The biggest advantage of being on a tropical island is that you don't have to worry about wintering, because you have to accompany your aunt and father to various occasions. She has been in the imperial capital in the past New Years, so this is the warmest New Year for Huamu.
In addition to the small cakes prepared, Hua Mu also cooked other big meals. Not to mention seafood, as well as roast chicken and wild boar made from seabirds. This time the wild boar was smaller than the last one, but it was also almost a hundred kilograms. Because of the ice cellar, a large part of the wild boar this time was directly frozen and stored.
As long as there are white pillows, Hua Mu doesn't worry about not being able to finish the food at all, the big fish and big meat hurried up to say hello, the dishes on the table were filled three times, and in the end, even the white pillows were defeated. Come.
"Eldest, Miss, I really can't eat anymore."
Hua Mu's cooking has always been exquisite, but this time, I don't know why each dish is full of weight. The nearly one-meter-long stingray was made into three dishes, each of which could fill most of the table. In addition to seafood and meat, there are plenty of fungi, ferns, and vegetables made from palm cores and sprouts. The staple food is sago porridge and cakes.
Hua Mu kept his mouth shut for a long time, and put this chopstick on the white pillow.
"Eh? Let's eat more."
Hearing this, Bai Zhen frowned and said bitterly, "It's really not going to work, Miss, I'll finish it tomorrow."
"You really can't eat it?"
"Um… "
"Oh~, then don't force it, pack it up and put it in the refrigerator, we'll take it out and eat it hot later."
In addition to using the cave as an ice cellar, White Pillow has also made a "refrigerator", which is a double-layered metal container with ice in the interlayer, surrounded by wooden barrels on the outside, and then filled with rags and plant fibers. The cooling effect is not bad.
White pillow did not expect that she was unexpectedly good at talking, as if receiving amnesty, she neatly packed the food on a shelf and stored it in the refrigerator.
After the two packed their things, they did not rest immediately after washing up. Hua Mu was sitting at the table and didn't know what she was doing. When Bai Zhen walked to her side, she saw what she was writing on the paper with a quill by candlelight.
The quill pen is made of seabird feathers by Huamu, and the ink is replaced by cattail juice.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
"I'm writing this year's summary and planning goals for the coming year. I'm so busy that I almost forgot."
This is the task that my aunt assigns her every year, let her look back and see if the plan and goals have been completed, and whether this year has been wasted. The Queen has never asked her to have any ambitions, and she has set what she really wants to achieve - of course, such as wanting to be sent by her own sentinel, even if Her Majesty doesn't say Hua Mu, she knows that she shouldn't go there. write on.
Over the years, she has already developed a habit, and if she doesn't write, she really feels that something is missing.
The white pillow was a little curious and looked at the paper subconsciously.
The paper used by Hua Mu should be one of those documents. Unlike other documents, there are many blank pages at the end of this document, so she used it as a notebook.
"Aiya, why do you still read other people's writing?" Seeing Bai Zhen looking curiously, Hua Mu hurriedly covered her notebook.
Bai Zhen realized his rudeness, quickly turned his eyes away, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
It's not that serious.
Hua Mu greeted her to sit down, "You also come and write together, and show me when you're done."
"Uh, this..."
It should be said that she has written a lot of official documents such as reports and year-end summaries, and she also had the habit of writing a diary before living on the island, but she has never tried this type of plan.
"Oh, stop this and that, come and write it together. This is a tradition of our family, not only me, but also my aunt and father. How can you not write it?"
Hua Mu turned the page, cut a page for her, and handed her a quill.
"All right… "
Seeing her embarrassed face, Hua Mu smiled and said, "It's not a serious matter, you can just write it casually... If you show it to me, I'll show it to you too."
This temptation is obviously very useful, and the white pillow is immediately motivated.
"Uh-huh."
Things like quills are now the pastime of noble ladies, and white pillows have never been used, so they should be handled carefully. Seeing her as a good student, Hua Mu was sitting upright, writing very seriously, and her heart was inexplicably sweet.
This is a family tradition, and the white pillow is already a family with her.
Hua Mu's calligraphy is specially practiced, with soft lines, clear and beautiful, and the natural light ink color of the peach juice, which is full of artistic sense.
On the other hand, the Sentinel is a little more difficult to write.
Although White Pillow is one of the few people in the contemporary age who still writes a diary with a pen, she doesn't really care about this kind of quill as she has always used a pen. The original strong, neat and clean fonts are somewhat soft and rounded because of the pen.
Hua Mu quickly wrote a piece, lifted the paper and blew lightly, very satisfied with her work. Although most of the goals set last year were not completed, her goal at the age of twelve was finally achieved.
As for next year...
Hua Mu secretly glanced at the white pillow, and saw that she was sweating profusely, and she felt cute.
"Have you finished writing?"
"Not yet..."
"Let me see how much you've written." Hua Mu stretched out her head and saw the font of the white pillow for the first time, "Are you good at handwriting, have you practiced it?"
Most of today's people are not very good at mastering handwriting, and the white pillow's words already belong to the ranks of quite good.
The sentinel looked a little embarrassed, "A little..."
She is really an artistic girl, she even went to practice calligraphy.
"You are so busy at work, why are you thinking about practicing calligraphy?"
Bai Zhen glanced at her paper, and her face showed a bit of blush. She felt ashamed that she was found out about her behavior, but Hua Mu was very happy when she realized that her original intention was.
"Hmph, if you like, I can teach you to write." Finally, she had something she could teach her, Hua Mu was a little proud.
"Really?"
"Of course, when the bathroom and toilet are built, we shouldn't be so busy. We can pass the time by practicing calligraphy together."
Bai Zhen smiled happily and nodded again and again: "Mmmm."
How good is this to learn? Learning to write is so satisfying.
Hua Mu later realized that teaching writing might take up other "entertainment" time, and wrinkled her nose somewhat regretfully.
"Forget it, let me see what you've written. Hmm... isn't this exactly a work summary? What the hell is poor protection? It's not your fault that the ship wrecked. What's the offense to me? Do you prefer to use Offend the word?"
She saw that the Sentinel was simply excited about the word "offensive"!
"Miss, I haven't written it before... Can you show me yours first?"
"Okay, let me show you."
Hua Mu generously handed it to her, and when she took the white pillow in her hand, her eyes lit up. Although the writing is also a summary and a plan, Huamu's beautiful fonts, poetic typesetting and clear organization are really pleasing to the eye.
It is more appropriate to say that it is a prose rather than a plan.
White pillow has always known that Hua Mu is versatile, but this is the first time I see her article.
"How is it?" Because she wanted to show it to Bai Zhen, Hua Mu wrote it very leisurely - she was used to it anyway.
"You write really well. But it's a shame that so many of last year's goals were missed."
Because of her adulthood, Hua Mu was planning to prepare a year-end celebration for the royal family this year, but now she just cooked a big meal.
"The plan can't keep up with the changes, there's nothing I can do. And... it can't be considered a failure."
Rather, the harvest is too great.
Bai Zhen cheered up, "Miss, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to get you back."
Hua Mu didn't plan to stay on the island all her life, but she firmly believed that her aunt and father would come to her.
"I know, we have to live hard on the island before that!" It's not too early for this toss, Hua Mu didn't have the patience to wait for the white pillow to finish writing, took her paper and put it together with hers, " Forget it, don't write at night, it's a big New Year's Eve... Let's rest early."
Hua Mu is planning to spend the new year lazily... the kind that doesn't get out of bed.
The white pillow followed her, "Then I'll put these in the cabinet first."
"Don't be so troublesome... Oh, let it go." Hua Mu couldn't wait, but when she thought that the table might be requisitioned, she immediately agreed.
White pillow seemed to know what she was thinking, and while pursing her lips and smiling, she packed up the paper and the document. She accidentally saw the words on the cover of the document and asked casually, "Miss, have you finished reading this book?"
"I've seen it, but this project is truly Bazinga, and the reason for launching it is absurd. It turned out to be because several of the researchers made a bet to see if the two racial hybrids with the lowest awakening rate could produce a Sentinels and guides."
The white pillow looked stunned for some reason, and then slowly asked: "Is it the Black Eyes and Temirs?"
The sentinel knew this was not surprising at all, Hua Mu didn't think about it, nodded and said, "Yes, because these two races have strong physical qualities, they are very suitable as experimental subjects, the upper level of this organization is to verify the awakening. The role of genes agrees with this project."
Hua Mu said that this project has a lot of grooves to spit. One is the pity for the experimental subjects, and the other more main reason is that one of the two races with the lowest awakening rate is the Black Eyed Race.
Since it is a black-eyed clan, it is related to the white pillow, and since it is related to the white pillow, it is related to her. Hua Mu is filled with righteous indignation.
"It's too much!"
"Miss, don't be angry."
Seeing that she was in a hurry, Bai Zhen felt less uncomfortable in her heart.
"How can you not be angry? Although I don't know the Temir clan very well, the Hei Tong clan is your family!"
She was mad at the whole thing anyway.
Bai Zhen smiled and even gave her a popular science.
"The Temirs are a nation of the Heliopolis Empire and live on the cold ice plains. They are tall and strong, and have strong adaptability to cold and harsh environments. It is said that the sleds that pull them are worthy of the name. the wolf."
"It turned out to be like this," she said for some unknown reason, but she felt a little weird looking at the smiling face of White Pillow, "No wonder this organization takes this project as a pre-experiment for HELA, adding various A mixed bag of project results, like a hodgepodge.”
"After all, HELA is the top priority of the entire project. Even if only this one is successful, the whole plan is worthwhile."
"But that's too... Although the experimental subjects in each project are very pitiful, I have never seen anything worse than Bazinga. Because of the large number of participants and the lack of a dedicated person in charge, the entire project is progressing slowly. The thing is, the experimental subjects of this project are not treated as people at all... Well, although the experimental subjects of other projects are not treated as human beings, they are at least regarded as valuable resources by these researchers, and most of them died because of experimental failures. But The research basis of Bazinga's experimental subjects is only two races, so the experimental subjects are mass-produced like dolls, and once a new idea comes up, the previous individual will be discarded and rebuilt."
"Then have you seen the results of the experiment?"
Hua Mu sighed, "The person who wrote the information didn't care about it at all. Anyway, at the end, it was said that there were still a few experimental subjects alive."
"Is that so..." White pillow silently walked to the cabinet and put away the documents and papers, "Miss, let's not talk about this, let's rest early."