Chapter 41

"Focus not on how I say my word, but rather, how I express my thoughts." —Valitis.

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Green leaves rinsed in warm water, sliced and chopped.

Thrown into a oiled pan, fried under low heat, constantly checked by a thermometer.

Served out with a heaved sigh.

Slender fingers then again dicing Mushrooms, before proceeding to fresh thymes crushed, and two hundred grains of counted salts added to the bowl.

Each step Belladonna took to prepare this tart, was done carefully preventing to err. She had just few minutes before the meal would be prepared and deep down, she wished Lord Victor would accept her cooking.

"Miss, remember to check the temperature of the Mushroom, and the wine," said the First Maid, handing over a small bowl to complete another task made.