Chapter 2 The Future of Planning
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After breakfast, the rest of the children started their morning school as usual, while Elena picked up breakfast to take care of Benitez, who was still recuperating in bed.
The orphanage is not very large, and Benitez's room is just a few minutes away from the restaurant.
The wood-and-stone houses that are unique to the British region, although sturdy, are undoubtedly quite bad in terms of moisture and moisture resistance.
As soon as Elena pushed open the door, she felt the dampness peculiar to the lakeside house, and frowned, and the girl put down the tray in her hand, walked to the window, and opened it.
The cool morning breeze sweeps away the dampness in the house and invigorates the house.
"It's good that you're here, otherwise the orphanage would have been a mess now, and it's really hard for you. β
A thick middle-aged man's voice came from behind Elena, and when she turned around, she saw Benitez propped up from the bed, half-leaning against the wall, although his face was still a little pale because of the wind chill and migraine, but compared to the malaise of the previous days, his spirit was obviously much better now.
"If you hide it from me next time and secretly go to black boxing to make money, I swear that I will never care about you next time. β
The silver-haired girl snorted softly and walked menacingly to Benitez's bed, her lake-blue eyes full of reproach.
If there is a selection of good people, Benitez can definitely be in the top few.
Benitez was born into a large poor family, and his parents could not afford to send him to school. He was a drug addict and mixed society, but when he asked the priest for help, he was kicked out of the church, but fortunately a Spanish brotherhood took him in and educated him to become a priest.
Thinking of his helpless childhood, Benitez simply built an orphanage next to his chapel, relying on government subsidies, social donations, and the income of his own priesthood to take care of the orphans.
Elena was one of the orphans he picked up from the streets of London at that time, you must know that Elena, who had just crossed six years ago, could not even speak English coherently, and if she was not lucky enough to meet Benitez, she might even have a hard time surviving.
However, as the children grew up, the orphanage's funding became more and more strained.
Benitez, who was unwilling to give up his orphans, had to do part-time odd jobs in neighboring towns in order to raise funds, and even began to secretly go to the city's underground boxing ring to fight black boxing a few days ago.
If it weren't for the intense migraine attack caused by the wind chill, Benitez had to choose to confess to Elena for help, who might still be kept in the dark and enjoying a hearty three meals a day.
Elena puffed up the bowl and handed it to Benitez, asking whiningly.
"At last year's World Cup, there should have been a lot of money left from betting? Drink the soup firstβ"
Although she was not a senior fan in her previous life, because of the song "Don't cry for me argentina", she vaguely remembers the sad Argentina led by Maradona this time, and she still earned nearly 6,000 pounds by relying on those few upsets.
Even if the orphanage was renovated and everyone's meals were improved, it stands to reason that at least there would be no difficulties to the point where Benitez needed to go to the underground boxing ring.
Benitez blew the soup bowl in his hand, took a sip, and replied in a flat tone.
"I'll save the six thousand pounds for you, and I'll use the savings from the orphanage to renovate the house and eat three meals. β
"Why?!Who told you to save it!"
Hearing Benitez's answer, the silver-haired girl waved her arms like a fried cat, glaring angrily at the man in front of her and questioning.
If it weren't for the fact that he had just recovered, Elena would have even felt the urge to pounce and hit someone.
Benitez shrugged his shoulders, swallowed the omelette in his mouth unhurriedly, looked at Elena with teeth and claws, and curiously pointed to the empty bowl in his hand and asked.
"Then tell me frankly, what is this? You must know that the last time the Wildlife Conservation Society came to the door because you were blowing up fish in the lake. Besides, I don't know when a breed called Scottish Round-faced Fat Chicken suddenly popped up nearby. β
Every time this question was asked before, Elena casually found a reason to fool around, so Benitez has always been curious about the source of this free chicken soup these days.
Elena spread her hands and generously admitted, "Well, it's actually an owl soup." β
βO...... OWL?!Are you the devil?!"
Benitez let out a strange whine in his throat, opened his mouth to fit the size of an egg, and looked at Elena with a shocked face.
- He had thought it would be some other kind of wild fowl, after all, Loch Lomond is inhabited by a variety of birds all year round.
In other words, the past few days have been ...... Oh my Jesus, you are the devil!"
Benitez, who had almost recovered, suddenly felt another headache, raised his left hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's good that it's not the Middle Ages, otherwise you will definitely be sentenced as a witch." Only legendary wizards eat owls. β
"No, in fact, as far as I know, the Chinese people used to eat it, but now they are considered to be protected animals. Without mentioning that, it does taste good, and I promise these are not wild animals located in the lakeside reserve. β
Elena blinked, smiled flatteringly, raised her right hand and swore before continuing to explain with a serious face.
"Owl has a good medicinal value, nourishing yin and replenishing deficiency, the meat is more tender than ordinary chicken, after removing the internal organs, the whole body can be used in medicine, the most important thing is that owl meat contains some medicinal ingredients that can relieve pain.
Isn't this seeing that you have a headache lately, I think it's the best way to use owl stew to help you nourish your body. It's just a pity that gastrodia is only available in Asia, otherwise if you can stew a pot of gastrodia owl soup, the taste will be simply tsk......tt"
Bang dang.
Just then, there was a strange noise on the windowsill, sounding like someone had accidentally crashed into a half-open window.
Elena stopped talking alarmedly, turned her head to look out the window, only to see a brown-black tabby cat fall from the eaves and fall on the open windowsill.
I didn't expect there to be such a clumsy wild cat, and it would trip when it walked, life must be very difficult, right?
Elena blinked, snatched a piece of meat from Benitez's bowl, crouched down, and gently placed it in front of the wild cat on the windowsill, smiling.
"Kitten, eat, eat. β
To her surprise, the next moment she saw the piece of meat, the tabby cat exploded as if she had been seriously offended, and the whole cat exploded at once, making a low purr, obviously extremely angry.
If you look closely, the tabby cat has a strange square pattern around its eye sockets, which looks like a pair of glasses.
Elena frowned, and glanced at the cat crouching on the windowsill, not knowing if it was an illusion, as if she saw the same annoyance and condemnation as a human in the shining cat's eyes.
A vague thought passed through the silver-haired little Lori's heart, and she always felt as if she had forgotten something.
Forget it, it's not a very important thing to think about, since you don't accept feeding and dare to lose your temper, such a kitten is not cute at all.
Shaking her head helplessly, Elena's eyes changed, and she suddenly stretched out her hand like lightning, accurately pinched the soft skin on the back of the black cat's neck, and threw it out of the window mercilessly.
"Meow, meow!"
You know, the rabies vaccine is very troublesome in this era, so it's better not to be scratched by wild cats.
After a brief hiccup, Elena clapped her palms, looked back at Benitez, and said angrily.
"Anyway, I've confessed. Now it's your turn, why work so hard, even at the cost of black boxing to earn money. β
Benitez sat up straight, looked at the girl he had brought back from the streets of London six years ago, and said in silence for a moment.
"You've wanted to leave here for a long time and go to the United States, right?"
"Huh?!"
"You...... When I was a child, I was very worried, and I talked in my sleep every night. β
"Although you don't understand most of what you say, some of the words that are often repeated are still recognizable. β
Dream talk?!Fortunately, I usually speak Chinese when I talk in my dreams, Elena was afraid for a while, and then looked at Benitez in confusion and asked, "Words?"
"Well, for example, Harvard, Silicon Valley, Microsoft, Wall Street, ......," Benitez said, frowning and trying to recall, "most of the rest are weird words, like Apple, Blizzard, Amazon, Facebook, Tencent, Alibaba, ......"
That's not a strange word, Elena's eyes flickered.
In another ten years, they will be almost the entire world of the Internet, and as a reborn, she will be thinking about how to get on this train to the top of the big time almost every day.
After a pause, Benitez reached out and rubbed the silver hair on top of Elena's head, "Studying abroad is a big expense, you shouldn't be confined to the Scottish Highlands by me and the orphanage, if you don't mind, I can find a way to apply for adoption." β
"Father Daddy......"
The silver-haired little Lori had mixed feelings for a while, grabbed the big hand above her head, and was about to say something with a complicated look.
Tuk-tuk.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Bran's timid voice followed.
"Father Benitez, although I have repeated many times that you are not in good health, this lady, who calls herself Magna-Minerva, insists on visiting you in person, saying that she is talking about the enrolment of Sister Elena. β
βββ! etc...... Who's coming?!
Elena's eyes widened suddenly.
On Elena's question about enrollment? Without waiting for Elena's objections, Benitez replied loudly without hesitation.
"It's okay, I'm almost recovering, and it just so happens that Elena is here, so Lady McGonagall, please come in. β
Benitez didn't notice that at this moment, Elena, who was originally full of confidence and ready to talk about her life plan, suddenly shook and almost subconsciously wanted to run out of the window.
Megmileva?!
That cold-faced Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts?!
Elena suddenly reacted to what the vague thought of the moment before she was.
- Professor McGonagall is an Animagus who can turn into a cat.
In this way, the tabby cat who heard the "Scottish Round-faced Fat Chicken" cookbook just now was thrown out of the windowsill by her......
It's over, it's over, it's going to be cool!
She didn't want to experience what it was like to be turned into some kind of creature for breaking the school rules, no one else could say, and as a woman, Elena wouldn't believe that Professor McGonagall would be so magnanimous as to pretend that nothing had happened before.
Now, even if the knife was on her neck, starving to death in the streets, and being hit by a car, she Elena would never set foot in Hogwarts.
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