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"From today onwards, you are a member of the Cocolia Orphanage."
"I promise, you'll have a whole new life here. Trust me, you won't hate it."
"Oh yes, you can call me mom from now on."
"Mom...Mom? What do you mean?" Bronya asked.
"You will understand this question later."
Cocolia showed a gentle smile, bent down so that her eyes were at the same level as Bronya, and stretched out her hand to rub her head.
"From now on, Cocolia Orphanage will be your home."
"Everyone here is going to be your family."
"You don't have to live so hard anymore."
"But, I don't understand..."
Bronya looked dazed, she shrank her body subconsciously, like a kitten who had just arrived in a strange environment, a little instinctively afraid.
"If you don't understand, just look for the answer yourself, see it with your own eyes, and hear it with your own ears. What you experience in person is always more real than a word I said, isn't it?"
Cocolia didn't say anything more, just nodded to Lord, indicating that he would leave the rest to him, then turned and left the room.
She has other things to do.
With Cocolia's departure, the room returned to silence.
Lord looked at Bronya's confused look and sighed softly.
A person who lives in battlefields and assassinations every day, who has no freedom and can only obey and execute orders numbly, is suddenly told that he has regained his freedom, and even has a comfortable residence, and he will have no worries about food and food from now on Wear it and do whatever you want.
The living environment is suddenly completely overturned. Even a mature adult would feel a little bit at a loss and at a loss, not to mention that Bronya is only an 11-year-old girl.
However, after adapting to the new environment, these dazes and bewilderment will dissipate with time.
And what Lord has to do is to bring Bronya into the new environment of the orphanage.
So, he picked up the cup of hot milk again, and tapped the wall of the cup lightly, making a crisp sound, which attracted Bronya's attention.
"Now, would you like a cup of hot milk?"
Bronya raised her head in a daze, sniffing the faint scent of milk in the air, hesitated for a few seconds, and opened her mouth.
"......want."
She took the cup in Lord's hand and didn't drink it directly. Instead, she looked up at Lord and saw that he didn't do anything else, so she carefully sipped the hot milk in the cup.
Very fragrant and sweet.
It tastes completely different from snow water.
It is not mixed with silt and gravel like the water in the mire.
It's not like the stagnant water in the crater is full of gunpowder smoke and blood.
Milk is really, really good.
Smelling the scent of milk, she subconsciously took another sip, and another sip, and when she regained her senses, the milk in the glass had bottomed out.
"tasty?"
"...delicious."
Lord looked at Bronya who stretched out her small tongue to lick the milk from her lips, and couldn't help but feel distressed.
Milk is really good.
But it shouldn't taste this good.
The first meeting of the Sikanhai group
"My name is Lord, Lord Edric."
"15 years old, older than you. Well... you can call me brother."
Lord briefly introduced himself, and then handed a set of clothes that he had prepared to Bronya.
"I think you're hungry too. You change into this suit first, and I'll take you to eat something."
"There are no new clothes of your size in the orphanage, so I found a set of Xier's old clothes for you. After you recuperate for a while, I will take you to buy some new clothes. I hope you don't mind. "
"Oh, by the way, Xi'er is also one of the children in the orphanage. She is my lovely sister. I will introduce you to each other later. I believe you will become very good friends."
"Okay, you can change your clothes first, I'll wait for you outside the door."
After speaking, Lord gently rubbed Bronya's head and walked out of the room.
Bronya watched Lord walk out of the room, stretched out her hands and pressed the place where Lord had rubbed just now, hanging her head in a daze, and murmured after a while:
"Weird feeling..."
Lord leaned against the door frame of his room, waiting for Bronya to change.
His room was directly opposite Bronya's, and by the way, Seele's room was on his right, and Sister Arlene's room was on his left.
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was the dessert time that the children in the orphanage were most looking forward to.
The children should be sitting obediently in the small garden at this moment, waiting for delicious desserts.
Cocolia built a small indoor garden so that the children could play on the grass even in the cold winter, and put some tables and chairs so that the children could rest after playing.
Some children will go to the small garden to eat dessert in the afternoon. Over time, the small garden has become a special place for children to eat dessert.
Every five o'clock in the afternoon, you can see all the children shaking their feet, sitting obediently on the chairs in the small garden waiting for dessert.
And the pastry chef of the orphanage is also a senior pastry chef hired by Cocolia at a high price. She is an amiable middle-aged woman.Because of an accident when she was young, she lost her fertility. Since she came to the orphanage, she has regarded the children here as her own.
Besides Cocolia and Lord, the children's favorite person may be the pastry chef aunt.
Although girls generally take a little longer to change clothes, Bronya didn't make Lord wait long.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lord looked up and saw Bronya walking out of the room.
She tied her hair back into a double spiral ponytail, but with the black bow ribbon Lord had left for her.The upper body is a white shirt jacket with a small black vest, the lower body is a khaki pleated skirt and black velvet pantyhose, and brown lace-up shoes are worn on the little feet.
Lord looked up and down, nodded in satisfaction, his vision was still very accurate, and the size was just right.
This outfit is not exquisite, it's just ordinary everyday clothes, but it's much better than Bronya's old combat cotton suit before, and it also makes her look more delicate and cute.
However, Bronya is thin, her skin is dry and rough, her complexion is a little pale, and her body temperature is lower than that of children of the same age. This should be caused by long-term malnutrition and long-term outdoor meals and camping.It is estimated that it will take a while to recuperate slowly before returning to normal.
"Let's go."
Lord took Bronya's callused little hand, led her to the restaurant, opened the seat, and let her sit on it.
"Is there anything Bronya wants to eat?" Lord rolled up his sleeves and asked, "I'll cook for you."
"I don't know..." Bronya shook her head in a daze.
Seeing her a little embarrassed, Lord didn't ask any more questions, just smiled and said:
"It's okay, just wait for me here for a while."
After speaking, Lord got into the kitchen, thought for a while, and then decided what to do.
"I remember that the first episode of Valkyrie's Table was the Russian beet soup made by Bronya. If you make this, it should suit Bronya's appetite."
Lord took out the ingredients to be used and handled them skillfully.Then heat the oil in a pan, sauté the onions and roast beef until fragrant, then add other ingredients and stir-fry, and finally add various seasonings, bring to a boil, then turn to low heat and simmer slowly.
The beet soup simmered for twenty to three ten minutes, during which time Lord made garlic bread and chive sour cream.
Soon, the beetroot soup will be stewed, seasoned with some salt and pepper, and the chive sour cream made before is added to the pan, and then the baked garlic pasta is packed into another dinner plate, followed by It just needs to be served on the table.
Lord carefully placed beetroot soup and garlic bread in front of Bronya.
"I kept you waiting, Bronya."
He set the tableware for Bronya, tied the napkin, and clapped his hands lightly.
"Okay, come and taste how it tastes."
Bronya sniffed the rich aroma of beetroot soup, and her mouth was secreting saliva quickly. In fact, she didn't eat much at all today. She just drank a cup of Lord's hot milk just now. She was already hungry and strong. The desire to eat made her no longer hesitate, she directly picked up the spoon on the side, and eagerly stuffed a spoonful of beet soup into her mouth.
then.
I got burned...
Lord looked at Bronya, whose tears were scalded out, a little dumbfounded, brought her a glass of cold water, and asked her to take a sip of cold water to relieve the pain of being scalded.
"Don't worry, don't worry, eat slowly."
Having learned a lesson, Bronya slowed down this time. Every spoonful of soup was carefully cooled before putting it into her mouth. From time to time, she ate it with a side of garlic bread.
In no time she had finished the beet soup and the garlic bread.
For the first time, Bronya's little face, which had not changed much, showed a soft and happy expression.
It's nothing less than that she will show such an expression. Thinking about it, in the days when she was in the wild or performing assassination missions, the number of times she was able to eat enough is estimated to be very few.
And no matter when and where, being able to have a full meal is the greatest happiness.
"Bronya." Lord called her softly.
Hearing Lord's voice, Bronya immediately restrained her expression, forcing herself to look at him with a small face.
"I'm here."
"There's no need to be so serious, I'm not your superior."
Lord smiled and asked:
"How is it, are you full?"
"I am full."
"How does it taste?"
"Very tasty."
"It's fine if you like it, but I'm afraid it won't suit your taste."
"Will not."
Bronya shook her head and said seriously:
"Just the best meal I've ever had."
"Don't be so anxious to define." Lord rubbed her head: "There will be more delicacies waiting for you to taste in the future."
Bronya was silent for two seconds, looked up and asked:
"Is this what Cocolia... Mommy calls a whole new life?"
"If you're not used to calling her mother, you don't have to call her mother..." Lord habitually wanted to deflect her name for Cocolia, and then he reacted, coughed twice, and then answered seriously road:
"Of course it is, but not all of it. It's just part of it."
"So, does Bronya like this new life?"
"If you can drink beetroot soup every day..." Bronya nodded affirmatively: "I like it."
"Drink it every day, and you won't be afraid of getting tired of it." Lord laughed dumbly: "If you like it, it's not impossible to make you a bowl of beetroot soup every day."
"But the so-called new life is not such a simple thing. In the days to come, you will gradually understand."
"Now, let me take you to get some daily necessities."
The two were just about to leave for the warehouse when a soft voice came over.
"Brother Lord."
The pretty short-haired girl walked into the restaurant, ran to Lord's side, hugged his arm, then looked at Bronya curiously with her beautiful sea blue eyes, and asked in a low voice :
"Brother Lord, is she the new member that Cocolia's mother brought back?"
Lord nodded: "Yes, it's her."
Then he pushed Seele forward a little.
"Just right, you two should get to know each other too."
Xier looked at Bronya, who was expressionless and seemed a bit uncomfortable to get along with, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her little hand.
"Hi, my name is Seele Fleur. You can call me Seele."
Seele?Bronya blinked, remembering what Lord had said before.