I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 358 I'll Teach You to Sing

Xia Qingdai wanted to join in the fun of the Christmas ball, but unfortunately she didn't have the time.

At this moment, it is a lively Christmas Eve in modern times, and there are probably many people doing cosplay in West Lake.

But in the 18th century, it was only daytime on the 24th, and there were still several hours until Christmas Eve.

By the time the Brown family's dance began, it would be dawn here, and Xia Qingdai would have to pack up and go to school.

Christmas Eve in the 18th century is Christmas in the 21st century, and Xia Qingdai has to go back to school. This is a Western festival, not a Chinese festival, so there is no holiday for her to enjoy.

It was already good enough to be able to celebrate Christmas together in advance after coming back from evening classes, and Xia Qingdai was quite satisfied.

The music room on the second floor can basically be regarded as Owen and Xia Qingdai's exclusive function room. Caroline and her daughter and Miss Bai rarely come in to disturb them - especially when Owen is "alone" in there.

To them, Owen is the head of the Fucui Villa. Although he is young, he is quite steady and serious. Normally, people don't get close to him. When he is around, the atmosphere becomes serious. Maybe this is the majesty of the head of the family.

This just makes it convenient for Xia Qingdai and Owen to relax. Even if the former is invisible, there is no need to worry about scaring others.

Xia Qingdai used tongs to pick out a few fragrant roasted potatoes, then sprinkled some ash on the sweet potatoes, and waited for them to be cooked before eating the stewed sweet potatoes.

On the iron rack of the fireplace, there was a roasted lamb leg wrapped in tin foil. The tin foil was brought by Xia Qingdai from the modern world, and a small sheet was enough for Fucui Villa to use for a whole year. The lamb was slaughtered on the farm for Christmas.

A total of three lambs were slaughtered. The best lamb legs were given to the master, and the remaining lamb meat, lamb bones, etc. were regarded as one of the servants' year-end benefits.

Xia Qingdai was not very interested in mutton, but Owen was good at roasting mutton. Whether it was mutton skewers or roasted lamb legs, he would make sure there was no mutton smell.

The cooking spices at Fucui Villa were probably the most abundant in the whole of Britain in the 18th century, because they were all varieties from modern supermarkets, enough for Owen and the cooks to experiment and study the best ratio for barbecue.

The potatoes that Xia Qingdai baked herself were very simple and had no seasoning.

The potatoes roasted over an open pine fire have a natural pine aroma. After peeling off the slightly burnt outer skin and taking a bite, the delicate and soft potato flavor fills your taste buds, bringing the most original aroma of the ingredients.

Xia Qingdai can eat several of these plain potatoes without any seasoning in one go.

Owen sat next to her, helping her peel potatoes and eating with her.

"The baked potatoes smell so good." Because Owen peeled them very skillfully, Xia Qingdai didn't have to dirty her hands, so she said casually, "I'll bring some back to my brother when I go back later."

"Won't your brother think she's too young?" Owen already knew that Xia Qingdai had a brother.

The last time he was building the cement road, he saw a rough arm that did not belong to a goddess, but to a male giant with obvious features.

Xia Qingdai's eyes were filled with attachment, and she smiled and said, "I'll peel the skin and bring it to you. This thing is the same size as millet in my world. Although it's a little small, it won't affect your eating."

Owen's eyes flashed with tenderness, and he nodded, "I'll help you peel it, or you can ask the cook to do it."

"Let's talk about it when I'm leaving. It's still early now." Anyway, there are so many potatoes here, it would be nice to peel a bunch and bring them back for my brother to try.

"Yeah." Xia Qingdai just said it casually, but Owen kept it in mind for the potatoes for his brother-in-law. "When I get home later, I'll get you a piece of fresh cod, so you can make fish and chips for Christmas."

"Okay." Owen smiled, "Thank you."

"Oh, Owen, don't be so polite. Relax, just treat me as your real cousin." Xia Qingdai took her clean left hand and patted Owen's shoulder affectionately.

Owen felt half of his shoulder go numb, his heart was pounding, and a storm was brewing in his mind. The goddess patted my shoulder. Was she flirting with me?
The corners of his lips were filled with an irrepressible smile, and as he looked at Xia Qingdai with deep eyes full of affection, he nodded and said, "Yes, cousin."

Xia Qingdai felt his deep eyes, as if she was suddenly sucked into the abyss. Her heart beat irregularly. She looked away and continued to look at the orange-yellow fireplace, changing the subject and asking, "Owen, do we have enough firewood at home?"

"Enough. Not only firewood, but also charcoal," Owen replied. "You gave me more than enough."

"That's fine." Xia Qingdai nodded, "If it's not enough, tell me."

"it is good."

Xia Qingdai put down the plate of potatoes and said, "I want to hear you play a song, is that okay?"

"Of course." Owen stood up, walked to the piano, lifted the piano cover, and his fingertips danced on the keys, and soothing music flowed out.

Xia Qingdai leaned against the sofa, looking at Owen with a dazed look in her eyes, and couldn't help thinking, "My little Owen is so handsome!" If this happened in modern times, he would definitely be a man blessed by God.

Inspired by Xia Qingdai's gaze, Owen played the piano more and more devotedly, and his performance of "To Xia Qingdai" was so magical that it sounded like heavenly music.

Not only was Xia Qingdai fascinated by the music, but even the servants who were quietly cleaning the corridor outside the music room couldn't help but stop what they were doing.

After a few songs, an incomprehensible singing voice came out again. It didn't sound like English, and it was definitely not French. The listeners were completely confused.

Mrs. Irving and her daughter, who were embroidering in the reception room downstairs, and Miss Bai, who was reading a book, all looked up, attracted by the singing.

"What song is cousin Owen singing?" Caroline looked at Miss Bai curiously, with a look of thirst for knowledge.

Miss Bai shook her head regretfully: "I don't understand. But what is certain is that this is definitely not a song that belongs to Europe."

"That should be a song from the East. My cousin learned a lot of Eastern words from Xia."

"Maybe." Miss Bai said, "Mr. Owen played the piano quite casually today."

In fact, she wanted to say that the level of the music was a bit inconsistent. It was like the sound of nature just now, but now it had fallen from the clouds to the mortal world, full of craftsmanship.

This is of course, because the person playing the piano has changed from Owen to Xia Qingdai.

As a beginner who has only studied piano for one year, Xia Qingdai's ability to play to this level is already a sign of her extraordinary talent, and this is also due to the evolution of her power of faith.

Xia Qingdai is teaching Owen to sing Chinese red songs.

The song "The Five-Star Red Flag Flying in the Wind" sung by a handsome foreign guy is so funny that it can make Xia Qingdai feel good for the whole week!