The fire quickly burned vigorously, and the orange flames gave people a warm and cozy feeling. The smoke drifts out from the chimney like a devil who has broken the seal, and it must be an interesting picture if you look from the outside of the house.

Sha changed into a warm jacket with a cotton wool shawl, and the bottom was thick and warm black cotton pants. She wrapped her red hair in a white silk scarf, and was ready to work, looking like a petite but shrewd housewife.

I proudly showed her my work, and the fire in the stove was burning brightly and beautifully, and a kettle was being roasted by the flames. Seeing my display, although the yarn pursed her lips and did not speak, the corners of her lips curled. She used the steamer for cooking rice to fill the rice, and ran over with the pot to wait for the water to boil: "Fold, is the water hot?" ”

"Not yet."

I tried it and it was still a little cold.

"Fold, is it burned?"

After a while she asked again, snickering playfully.

"Probably...... All right. ”

The ice water in the kettle warmed up under the flame, and I dipped my fingertips into the surface of the water to feel that it was about the same temperature, so I lifted the kettle and poured warm water into the wooden inner barrel of the steamer in her hand.

Yarn takes off the gloves and dips her hands in warm water to wash the rice carefully. After that, change the water twice, close the lid of the steamer, and put it on the stove to cook.

When I put the steamer, because I couldn't reach the stove, I had to ask for it. I was about half a head taller than her, and it was easy to put it on my tiptoes. After finishing the cooking, she took out some ingredients one after another, including shiitake mushrooms, taro, radish, and three slender frozen saury.

I wash the ingredients with her and then I cut them into the right shapes. Finally, the fire is drawn to the second pit, the soup pot is set up, and the water and cut ingredients are added to make miso soup.

This series of work took about ten minutes, and after doing this, the steamer had already begun to emit the sweet aroma of rice. At this time, there were footsteps from the living room, as well as some faint calls: "Yarn, are you cooking?" Didn't I tell you, I'll make breakfast when I wake up, it's still a little difficult for you. ”

The person who came was Sa's mother, and her voice, though a little weak, was very ethereal and pleasant, sweet as syrup, and as crisp as the chirping of a lark in the valley. Sa's voice is somewhat similar to her mother's, but her voice is not fully developed, and it is not as crisp and graceful as her own mother, but it will surely become just as beautiful in the future.

If in the 21st century, their mothers and daughters are capable of becoming world-renowned singers with their voices alone, any song that is sung with that beautiful voice will inevitably become a feast for the ears. Just thinking about it, I feel the urge to teach yarn to sing. In fact, I've already done that.

On weekdays, there is basically no entertainment in the town, and although I often play with children of the same age, I participate in the games they play, but I don't like it. Therefore, in her spare time, she translates or rewrites the songs she used to like to listen to into appropriate Japanese lyrics, and teaches her the best voice to sing.

This is a rare enjoyment in a boring life, sometimes I lie on the hill and look at the clouds and blue sky in the distant sky, listen to the song of the yarn, and before I know it, I fall asleep.

"Mommy is awake."

Yarn looked at me, tilting her head with a troubled expression. I knew what it was, so I nodded at her: "I won't say anything about helping with the cooking, it's all the credit of Sa's own person, I'm just watching from the side." ”

"Fold ...... I'm sorry. ”

Samani bowed her head apologetically, then took care of her crumpled blouse and stood there like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the adult's criticism.

Sasa's mother walked from the living room into the daisho (Japanese kitchen), and she looked to be about twenty years old, with the same long red hair as Sasa. Her long hair was draped straight down to her hips, and the color looked darker than the veil, a deep red like blood, and it looked like a bright red waterfall rushing down.

Even though it was not the first time I had seen Sasa's mother, I still had to admire her beauty and be impressed by it. To tell the truth, she is the most beautiful adult woman I have ever seen in my life, whether it is delicate and feminine facial features, porcelain white skin, slender and slender limbs, every body part is extremely charming and beautiful.

It is as if she were a masterpiece of carving by a skilled artist, and then put together one by one to form a beautiful human form like no other in the world. This kind of beauty makes people feel an illusory sense of unreality, just like seeing only a dream bubble, a goddess in a dream. She only exists in dreams and disappears once she wakes up.

In fact, she is so perfect that I can't describe her in a poor language, nor can I describe her features and forms in an accurate way. It can only be summed up in a general word, which is "the most beautiful adult woman I have ever seen." ”

By the way, the most beautiful candidate among the minors is my sister Shiraishi Jing. Of course, there may be a plus for family affection, but I do think that Jing's beauty when she grows up is by no means inferior to Sa's mother, there is no doubt about it.

But in any case, the posture and charm of the mother of the yarn now are incomparable to Jing. If there is a woman in the world who can deserve the praise of the country, then I think she must be.

After glancing at Sasa's mother, I tried to focus my eyes on the nightdress she was wearing. This is both to avoid indulging in her beauty and to be amusing in the nightdress she wears.

It was a delicate and gorgeous plain white nightdress, which looked smooth and supple, light as nothing. Thousands of lines are outlined in pale gold silk threads on the soft satin of the nightgown, which look like white clouds, but each one has a different shape.

If you look closely, it seems that each cloud can be seen as several individual objects, and when viewed together with the surrounding clouds, it looks like a patchwork painting. It presents a variety of colorful patterns, or different kinds of delicate flowers, or beautiful pictures of beautiful mountains and rivers, or natural scenery of plants and animals.

The patterns are fixed at first, but once you look at them from different angles, they become like they are alive, and they instantly transform into a completely different pattern. The whole dressing gown seems to be moving, constantly changing different patterns.

Of course, I understood that this was actually just an illusion of my own eyes, and the texture on the dressing gown did not change at all, but because of the different viewing angles, the bright silk threads on the dressing gown interlaced with the dark silk threads on the inner layer, giving people the illusion of change. And because the nightgown is soft and easy to deform, it forms more changes and forms a visual deception effect.

Perhaps there are finer coatings and inner lines on the inside of the dressing gown, when the light and shadow change, these internal lines will also appear, and then disappear, which makes people feel a sense of cohesion and three-dimensionality when they change.

It is an ingenious and delicate artifact that resembles the legendary fairy garment.