White Church Under Red Fog

Chpater 8

Anne was just temporarily confused because of the miscarriage and excessive grief, not directly losing her mind!

She could secretly tamper with the items she bought, and she could also put some money in, but a live chicken?

If such a thing turned into cash out of thin air, it would really become a fantasy event. Even if burning witches is no longer popular now, it is still a very dangerous thing.

Then use money to solve this problem. After all, problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

As for where the money came from?

It's not a difficult problem. Anne estimated that she still has a long period of confusion to go through, and according to her personality, after her daughter took over these tasks, she would most likely spend more time on little Arthur... Thinking about it, Mia rolled her eyes and was convinced by herself. She thought about fooling her cheap mother before the livelihood problem was completely solved. What a mess!

The mess is a bit messy, but the current situation cannot be messy.

The Colette brothers were temporarily solved, but they were not the only two in Whitechapel who were eyeing the Colette herbal medicine shop. The beautiful widow whose husband had died was simply the target of a bunch of villains, not to mention Marina, who was more outstanding than Anne and had no father to protect her.

To be honest, Anne and Arthur both looked very good, but Marina looked even better, so good that she was simply a genetic lottery winner, and a dazzling and beautiful flower grew on the already good foundation of her parents.

The reason why she is still safe now is only because her father protected her too well, and because of her messy hair, the posture of always walking with her head down, and the equally messy clothes. But even so, there are still many people who come to Colette's herbal medicine shop to whistle for this beautiful girl, which perfectly demonstrates the malice of the Victorian era towards women, especially the lower-class women.

I don't know if this face can scare off these people now?

Touching her half-disfigured face, Mia sighed and decided to focus on the present for the time being. These days, it is too difficult to drink chicken soup for a long time in an open and aboveboard manner!

"Live chickens used for stewing soup in Chinatown?" The boy scratched his head. He really didn't know about this kind of thing. He knew there was such a place in London, but he had never been there and had no idea about it.

"Well, live chickens used for stewing soup." Mia thought for a while, took out two shillings from her handbag and shook them at the boy, "You are the boss's son, right? Five pence as errand f*e. If you have a chicken, bring it back to me. If not, send some canned fruit to Colette's herbal medicine store."

"How do you know?" The boy was surprised. He remembered that this lady came to their grocery store to buy things for the first time. How could she know that he was the boss's son?

"I guessed it." Mia said with a smile. The outlines of the ears and eyes were so similar. If they were not father and son, they must be relatives. Moreover, most of the shops in this era, especially the grocery stores, were run by one family, just like Colette's herbal medicine store. It was really difficult to know the identity of this boy.

"You guessed it right." The boy nodded in admiration, "I will go and ask after I deliver the goods to you!"

It doesn't matter if there are no live chickens. Their family can still sell canned food and still make some money. Moreover, he can get five pence for running errands!

The boy felt that he needed to "win over" this generous lady, "I am Tom, Miss. You can use me for anything you need in the future, and I promise to find it for you!"

Who would not like such a gentle and generous customer?

Tom keenly noticed one thing. This lady who bought a lot of things in their grocery store would bring him more income in the future.

He was not a detective, nor did he have any superb reasoning ability, but if a person was willing to spend money on spices and snacks that most people in Whitechapel would not buy a lot, then she would most likely spend more money on more expensive things.

For example, the chicken used for stewing soup in Chinatown that she mentioned, people who are willing to buy such things must also buy some items that other grocery stores do not have, right?

"Okay, Tom, I will designate you to deliver things when I go shopping in the future." Mia looked at the boy's bright eyes, blinked, and made a promise.

She did need someone to help run errands and get information by the way. If Tom was willing to do it, she would be happy to provide him with a job.

But what was in front of her now was not this matter, but she needed to bake some desserts and cookies as a gift for the kind policeman. Uh, and that Sheriff Reed also helped, and he could not be ignored.

Put the butter and milk in a bowl in hot water to melt, and then beat the eggs. After the eggs are fully beaten to a white, delicate and fluffy state, add the melted butter and milk, continue to stir evenly, add the mixture of flour, baking powder and salt, mix well, pour into the mold and shake gently until there is no trace, then Mia puts the two molds into the oven for baking.

Thanks to the closedness of the old oven, although the temperature control effect is not as good as the electric oven, it can still be controlled within a certain range. Feeling the hot air coming towards her, Mia twitched her mouth. Although the best temperature is 170℃, it is impossible to control it so accurately now, so let's make do with it for now!

The heat in the oven quickly reacted with the materials in the mold, and a sweet smell slowly emanated, making Perry, who was busy remembering the prices of various goods in front, couldn't help but sniff, "What a fragrant smell..."

This smell is so sweet, much better than the taste of hard bread!

However, Perri didn't know that this was not the end. In the following time, she was constantly attacked by the sweet smell. She felt like she was soaking in a bakery. She was surrounded by a sweet smell. She felt like she was working in a bakery instead of a herbal medicine store.

"Try it." Perri, who was dizzy with the sweet smell, saw a plate in front of her. On it was a piece of cake with pineapple pieces and cream, and some biscuits. She looked up at Mia, "Is this lunch?"

She was a little hesitant.

Although these things smelled really good, the problem was that it was really unrealistic to rely on these things to get full. The amount was too small!

Perri was not a big eater, but she was not a small stomach either. Such a small piece of cake and biscuits could fill her stomach.

"No, this is a gift to be sent to the police station later. Lunch is in the kitchen. It is bacon and bread, as well as some cabbage and mashed potatoes." Mia shook her head to deny.

There was no time today, so it was like that. Tomorrow morning she didn't have to go out or bake cakes. She could make some beef soup and pies to replace the bread she bought from the bakery today.

"Gift?" Perry was stunned, as if she was surprised that Mia wanted to give a gift to a creature like a policeman, but in the end she didn't say anything, she reached out and picked up the cake on the plate and put it in her mouth.

It would be a good thing if the police could pay more attention to what happened in Colette's herbal shop. After all, there is still a terrible murderer at large. Who knows if he is secretly watching here somewhere and plans to do something to the survivors of this family?

Perry muttered in her heart, and thanked God that the police in charge of this area were not bad, without so many messy problems, instead of the police in another area who had a bunch of villains under their hands, otherwise Colette's herbal shop would definitely lose more!

Then she was conquered by the sweet taste of the butter cake, "...Can I have another piece?" After swallowing the butter cake in two bites, Perry licked her fingers and asked with satisfaction.

This taste is really great!

It not only smells sweet, but also tastes sweet. After eating a piece of cake, she felt light and light, which made Perri feel an unrealistic sense of happiness. She couldn't wait to have another piece.

"......No problem, but you help taste these cookies first." Mia looked at her expression with endless aftertaste and felt a little speechless - she was just shocked.

She herself didn't love desserts that much, at least this kind of overly sweet dessert was not her favorite.

God knows that in order to meet the British people's love of sweetness in this era, she had added excessive sugar to the cake, and then added a lot of sugar to the whipped cream, together with the sugar in the canned pineapple on the cake. Let's not talk about the calories of this cake. Just talking about the taste, she felt that she would spit it out if she took a bite. But now Perri told her that she wanted another piece?

Even though Mia had enough knowledge about the Caucasian race's love for sweets, she felt a little toothache, so she didn't need to adjust the sugar content in the cream, right?

While complaining that she didn't have a deep enough understanding of the British people's love of sweets, Mia asked Perry about the taste of those small cookies, "How are they?"

She made some cookies and ginger biscuits, wondering if they suit the taste of people of this era?

"Well, it's delicious. It would be better if it was a little sweeter." Perry hesitated for a moment, but still told her thoughts truthfully, "Like the cake just now." She added.

Mia: "..."

She looked down at the empty plate, then looked up at Perry, not knowing how to describe her complicated feelings at this time. The personality of you English people in the dark cuisine world is really not broken at all, right?

Still sweet? If it's sweeter, the cookies will soon be out of shape!