Removing the stitches too early or too late can interfere with the healing of the incision.

According to the recovery of Vicia's wound, Wen Lin extended a week before going to remove the stitches.

The porcelain-white skin was covered with distorted black-purple blood scabs, which formed a strong visual impact with the surrounding intact and delicate skin, and looked particularly terrifying.

Seeing Wen Lin's frowning eyebrows gradually, Vicia smiled unconcernedly.

"Wen Lin, I'm still alive, this is the rarest result,"

Vicia is Wen Lin called in Chinese.

With a move in her heart, Wen Lin pulled the corner of her mouth, as if she had never shown any displeasure. She looked at Vicia and said, "I'm going to prepare some light-scar ointments these days."

After clarifying and talking about it, when it was only each other, Wen Lin and Vicia got along more and more freely and harmoniously.

Generally speaking, the wound on the chest is more likely to proliferate, so Wen Lin pays great attention to cleaning and disinfecting Vicia's wound to prevent repeated infection from causing proliferation.

In the past seven days, Vicia recuperated her injuries strictly according to Wen Lin's request, and the recovery of the wounds improved visibly to the naked eye.

The oppressive atmosphere in the White House has also become lighter due to the gradual improvement of the Queen, and even the always serious and rigid Mrs. Yaz occasionally shows a rare smile.

After having breakfast together, Wen Lin sent Visia to the Council Hall as usual, and the maids were no longer surprised. When the sun was not over, Wen Lin would show up again on time, and no one would pass the word, just outside the hall was quiet. wait.

The first time Wen Lin waited until late at night, the night wind made her hands and cheeks icy cold. From that night on, Visia often came out before sunset.

The two will go to dinner together. On the way, Wen Lin and Vicia will slowly talk about everything about China, from customs and human feelings to scientific theories.

After the first few days of consternation, Vicia slowly became calm, and when she encountered topics of particular interest, she would ask Wen Lin more deeply.

Today Wen Lin talked about thunder and lightning in the sky.

Golan has entered the early winter, which is humid and rainy. In normal rainy weather, rolling black clouds and branch-like lightning can often be seen on the sky.

Wen Lin looked at St. Margaret's Cathedral standing tall on the other side of the river from a distance. In the center of the bamboo-shaped tower was a golden spire that stood tall, as if to pierce the sky.

With a gloomy expression on her face, Wen Lin suddenly said, "Lightning strikes a high place,"

Vicia didn't hear clearly, but she keenly felt Wen Lin's breath that suddenly fell down at that moment, she stopped and asked, "What did your Excellency just say?"

With her hands behind her back, Wen Lin smiled at Vicia and continued, "The formation of thunder and lightning is due to the formation of a sufficient potential difference between the upper and lower parts of the cloud, resulting in the phenomenon of lightning and thunder,"

A few days ago, Wen Lin explained to Vicia the difference in water level. It is because of the difference in water level that the water flows down. This is a relatively easy concept to understand.

At that time, they also discussed the issue of flooding in the southern Golan, and Wen Lin took advantage of the situation and suggested several feasible flood discharge methods.

The analogy between the water level difference and the potential difference may not be accurate enough, but Wen Lin doesn't know how to describe it more rigorously and accurately.

Vicia's ability to accept and learn is very strong, but the gap between this era and China in 21c is too big. Wen Lin can only draw it slowly, and start everything from the simple.

In this era, the clergy of the Holy See often linked various rare celestial phenomena or various natural disasters with the will of the gods, and then involved the rule of the monarch.

The lingering floods in the south of the Golan have undoubtedly become one of the powerful excuses for the Holy See to attack Vicia.

The real situation is the serious consequences of many disasters, purely because people lack the guidance of scientific theories, and there are no effective measures to avoid or stop losses.

The various new things that Wen Lin has described with Vicia in the past few days, the more significant significance is to establish the concept of what is science in Vicia's mind.

She tried her best to understand everything Wen Lin said, and Vicia would not struggle with things that were really difficult to understand.

The world described by Wen Lin seems to have opened a door for her to peep into the kingdom of heaven. Vicia will silently record more practical methods, such as how to extract alcohol, how to deal with floods and the spread of diseases after floods, and how to improve land. yield and so on.

These are all miracles preached by the clergy, but in Wen Lin's mouth, it's just common sense that everyone in the Garden of Eden understands.

In addition to being amazed, Vicia also wanted to find an opportunity to verify it. Thinking that Wen Lin's territory had not yet been decided, Vihia suddenly had new considerations in her heart.

Unconsciously, the two walked outside the council hall. Wen Lin stopped and said warmly, "Your Majesty, go in."

The two had already developed a tacit understanding. Vicia smiled faintly at her and was about to go in. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned around and said,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, the cow you asked Brown to bring yesterday is probably ready at this time."

Wen Lin nodded to indicate that she understood. She stood at the door for a while before walking towards the kitchen.

As for food, as long as she can meet basic nutritional needs, Wen Lin has never been picky about her taste.

But while Vicia was recovering from her injury, Wen Lin found that she always ate very little. Inevitably, Wen Lin thought about the taste of food.

In this era, most of the food can only be barely called mouth-watering. As for the taste and flavor, it can be regarded as a luxury.

Before Wen Lin could go to the kitchen, she met Mr. Brown who hurried over. He came to Wen Lin for the cows.

"Miss Wen Lin, are you going to use milk to make cheese and butter?"

"No, I want milk,"

Freshly squeezed milk is hard to keep

Existing, in hot weather, often a few hours will produce odor.

Generally, farmers will make milk into cheese or butter for sale, and the taste of freshly squeezed milk is really not good. Only poor serfs choose to drink milk, and nobles are generally very disgusted with drinking milk.

Brown was surprised in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. With the previous experience, Brown subconsciously thought that Wen Lin would make something different.

Two healthy and strong-looking cows were tied to the grass outside the kitchen, grazing leisurely.

The steward of the kitchen received Brown's orders early in the morning and waited outside the kitchen early. Before Wen Lin approached, he greeted him.

At the same time of enthusiasm, there is also some sincerity.

Even though Wen Lin still doesn't have a clear identity, her performance as a **** in saving Vicia and fighting has spread in the capital, not to mention all the intimacy between her and Her Majesty Vicia during this time. of interaction.

Wen Lin's attitude was still easy-going, she explained her intention with a smile, "Sir, I want to prepare lunch for His Majesty, is that okay?"

The steward still couldn't hide his surprise and asked hesitantly, "Are you here to prepare the food yourself?"

Wen Lin nodded with a smile, and the steward's expression gradually became stiff. After a while, he continued to ask, "Miss Wen Lin, is it because the food we prepared is not in your Majesty's mind?"

Seeing the steward's expression on the verge of crying, Wen Lin couldn't help laughing.

After realizing it, it seems that all the servants in the kitchen have become cautious because of their arrival.

She smiled reassuringly, "Sir, I just want to make some hometown food for His Majesty to try, I hope you won't mind,"

Quietly relieved, the steward said immediately, "Of course I don't mind, it's our honor to have you here,"

Few nobles would be willing to set foot in the kitchen, let alone prepare their own food.

The first is milk. On the Europa Road, milk is a relatively easy to obtain and cheap high-quality food. It is rich in calcium and a good high-quality protein.

But limited to this era, people can't handle milk, and very few people are willing to drink milk.

The distillation tools used to extract alcohol last time are still there, just this time it can be used for sterilization.

Wen Lin put the two cans of fresh milk squeezed out by the maid into the steamer, which is the most operative pasteurization method.

The low-temperature long-term sterilization method, that is, keeping the milk at a temperature of nearly 60 degrees Celsius for about half an hour, so as to achieve the purpose of sterilization. 【1】

The temperature was controlled by the method taught by the brewmaster. When the time was up, Wen Lin asked someone to take out the milk.

When I asked the steward, there were six people in the council hall plus Vicia. After mixing the sucrose in the milk, it filled six cups.

The others watched Wen Lin's actions in amazement. They had never seen anyone drink milk after heating it, let alone adding expensive sucrose to the milk.

After the milk has been processed, set aside to cool.

Looking at the ingredients in the kitchen, Wen Lin thought for a while and started to prepare other food.

There are no chili peppers yet, but there are many kinds of spices, sage, cinnamon, pepper, anise, mint, sea kale, coriander, etc.

Ask the servant to go to Dot and get some medicinal herbs, Wen Lin started to boil chicken soup and simmered it on a moderately low fire.

The servants seemed to be performing their respective duties, but in fact, their eyes couldn't help glancing in Wen Lin's direction.

They watched Wen Lin finish processing the chicken, and then started processing the cod. The meat of the cod was firm and delicate, which was different from the cooking methods they used for stewing, roasting, and roasting.

Wen Lin cut the fish meat into crystal thin slices, took out all the fish bones, wrapped it in flour, and fried it in oil.

The sound of zilla was accompanied by bursts of aroma, and the people on the side swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

Wen Lin's movements are pleasing to the eye and extremely elegant, not like cooking, but more like dealing with a work of art.

Originally, there were still many people who were skeptical. After smelling the aroma of fish and chicken soup, they instantly dispelled their doubts.

Exquisite presentation, attractive aroma, you know it must be delicious just by looking at it.

And after Wen Lin made other food, they couldn't help but discuss in a low voice,

"I never thought food could be so beautiful,"

"Is the East really so magical? Even the cooking methods are a little more esoteric,"

"God, she shaved all the fishbone clean with just one knife,"

"I'm really curious how she turned a dough into so many slender strips?"

"..."

One noodle, one chicken soup, sweet and sour fish fillet, minced meat and egg custard, plus a refreshing stir-fried porridge.

After Wen Lin was all done, it was almost time for lunch.

The servants in the kitchen brought the food into the White House, and the food in front of Visia instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

The first is the particularly beautiful color, and the second is the fragrance, which is very fragrant.

The ministers looked at the bread and fried meat in front of them again, and they seemed to lose their appetite in an instant.

Vicia was also surprised, but after thinking about it, she guessed that Wen Lin should have prepared it.

The steward of the kitchen stepped forward and verified Vicia's guess, "Your Majesty, this is specially prepared for you by Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

The beautiful lips evoked a pleasant arc, and Visiah's thoughts that were disturbed by government affairs suddenly became extremely smooth.

After the servant tried the poison, Vicia started to taste it slowly, with a smile of admiration and a slightly faster eating speed to tempt the other ministers again.

They swallowed without revealing a trace, picked up the same wooden cup as His Majesty Vicia, and sniffed, a sweet milky fragrance.

Is it milk? Francis and Humphreys were the first to try it out of curiosity.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and took a few more gulps. Hanvers looked at the kitchen steward and asked, "Is this milk?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, this is also prepared by Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Hanvers raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly and sighed, "Your Excellency Wen Lin is the most charming woman I've ever seen, second only to Your Majesty,"

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became light. Some people ridiculed Hanvers, "Lord Hanvers, I don't think the noble ladies of the capital know that your mouth is more attractive than your handsome appearance."

Vicia was also amused, she answered, "Everyone, I don't mind your praise for Your Excellency Wen Lin, she is also the most attractive woman I have ever met,"

William, who has always been serious, finished his glass of milk calmly. He suddenly asked, "I want to know if there is more food for Your Majesty Vicia? Or more milk."

William asked the question everyone wanted to ask, the air suddenly quieted down, and they all looked at the steward, waiting for him to answer.

"Unfortunately, gentlemen, no more," the steward wiped his forehead with a guilty conscience.

In fact, there were still some left over, but they were all given to those in the kitchen by Lord Wen Lin to taste.

The steward silently determined that he must learn cooking skills from Wen Lin.

Except for Vicia, the other ministers showed pity. It would undoubtedly be a very enjoyable thing to be able to taste delicious food in the busy work space.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah, I'm really not in a good state at home, my mother is pulling me to chat all the time, and my father is also where I go, where does he go, woo woo woo, I don't know what I'm writing No, I can only update 3,000 these days~ I'm sorry, my dears~