Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Sniffing the unimaginable aroma, Miss Winnet swallowed her saliva in a cowardly manner.

"England...how do you know I used to live in England?"

Shirley raised the corners of her mouth.

She put the spoon on Winnet's plate and said, "You always sit in a very reserved manner, with your back straight, and you have a British accent. Although you eat hamburgers with your hands, you are always careful not to make any noise... And you don't know much about the United States. So, it's easy to infer, right?"

Winnet nodded: "I see...but the key is still the appearance of Europeans."

Shirley felt a little strange about what Winnet said, so she left the table, took out chopsticks from the cupboard and looked at Winnet.

"Because this is an immigrant area, they also sell this kind of tableware. Do you want to try it?"

"Then I'm welcome. Please don't laugh at me if I don't use it well," said Winnet.

Although she hadn't used it for several years, she quickly got the hang of it the moment she held it. Amid Shirley's puzzled look, Winette picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth.

Shirley snorted.

She thought she had pretty much figured out Winnet.

Looking at his familiar appearance, has he been to a country in Asia or does he often eat at Chinese restaurants?

Winnett's eyes widened. "Delicious... like restaurant quality."

"A British restaurant?" Shirley chuckled. "Just kidding. I just used the exact amounts and followed the recipe. For me, it's just like doing a chemistry experiment. It's not that difficult."

Winette nearly choked.

Chemical experiments...

It turns out that the idea of ​​having feelings in delicious food is deceptive.

"Ahem, I'll forgive you this time. If you want to go out next time, you must let me know first."

Winette closed her eyes and enjoyed the food, then opened one eye to peek at Shirley.

Shirley took a sip of her coffee, yawned, and then looked at Winnett while holding her cheek.

"So free, what would you do if I wanted to run away?"

Winnett replied affirmatively: "No, you wouldn't do that before you meet your sister."

"You sound like you know me very well..."

After taking another sip of coffee, Shirley took a deep breath and picked up a fashion magazine to read.

"Well, this is like a vacation for you, why don't you relax a little?" she asked.

Winnet put down the spoon, exhaled, left her seat, and walked towards the ground where the cardboard box was placed.

She took a quick look and found her usual Colt Python and a disassembled H&K G3/SG-1 Sniper Rifle, which was loaded with competition-grade Lake-city match m852 bullets.

Shirley, who was reading a magazine, also noticed Winnett's actions and asked again, "It seems that woman doesn't love you very much. Is she planning to let you perform the mission with injuries?"

Winette shook her head: "Vermouth won't give me instructions."

Since Vermouth gave her a plane ticket to Los Angeles, the organization that caused her adoptive father's death is 100% certain to be somewhere in Los Angeles.

At first, Winnett felt strange. It was clearly an accident on the East Coast, but Vermouth booked a flight for her to Los Angeles.

Shirley quickly understood what Winnett meant when she heard this. She sighed, "Oh, really..."

In other words, it is not a mission, but a task to kill people at one's own will.

She could still make such a simple inference, and of course, she had no reason to dissuade Winnet in front of her.

God may be the one who is trying to persuade the other person, but God cannot persuade a demon or a fallen angel.

Shirley closed the magazine and recited softly: "Bright star, son of the dawn, how did you fall from the sky?"

Winnett quickly assembled the guns and ammunition at hand, and then said, "How about not being so sharp sometimes? Women who are too smart are not likable. Choose between appearance and knowledge."

"Then I'll take it as a compliment." Shirley smiled proudly, "Women who are both beautiful and intelligent are admired. It's a pity that Shakespeare didn't live to see this era when women can also have successful careers."

Winette loaded the reels and complained, "You really have no modesty at all!"

"What about you?" Shirley closed the magazine. "Or are you using Shakespeare's words to imply that you and I are a collection of tragedies? If you look down on others, how is that different from the self-righteous, fallen Son of the Dawn?"

Winnet raised the hand holding the revolver high and said helplessly, "Okay, I give up. Have I ever told you that you are more of a news researcher than a scientist?"

Both venomous and to the point.

Seeing Winnet admit defeat, Shirley smiled and yawned, then came to the still warm bed where Winnet had been lying before.

"Since you've given up, just take on the job of cleaning and tidying up the house. I'll take a nap first."

Winnet: “…”

"By the way, put the pudding in the plastic bag in the refrigerator for me. I usually replenish some sugar when I wake up."

Miss Winnett suddenly felt like a servant at someone's disposal.

"Ah, if you like being a maid, I have no objection!"

"Can you read minds?" Winnet clenched her fists.

"Just guessing you'd think that," Shirley turned over slightly, "Well, good night!"

Winnet felt like she had nowhere to put her strength.

She had no choice but to use a long mop pole and control it with one hand to mop the floor and clear the dust from the floor and ceiling.

Afterwards, she briefly checked the items Shirley had purchased. In addition to kitchen utensils and cleaning tools, she also bought some fresh food and daily necessities such as cups and toiletries.

The thoughtful consideration made Winnett feel that Shirley's ability to live well was far superior to that of children.

"At least repeat it a few times. Even though it's morning, it's still easy for people to remember your appearance. I hope there's nothing wrong..."

After cleaning, Winette saw that Shirley was sleeping very soundly, so she gently placed her blanket on her.

Just by getting close, Winnet felt an extremely strong sense of presence - something she had never experienced after living alone for a long time.

Shirley was wearing striped boyish pajamas, and there was a smell of sleep, an unmade bed, a faint smell of dust on the nap of the blanket, and the smell of unwashed hair - a wonderful and warm feeling. Winnet closed her eyes gently, paused for a moment, and walked to the edge of the kitchen.

"Well, this is a rare opportunity, let's make marmalade."

……

033 Miss Winette is hungry

Winnett opened the Redemption Diary, and miraculously, a bag of Kakadu limes appeared out of thin air on the table.

The golden finger was really convenient. Just as she was sighing, the redemption diary continued to write maturely.

【Redemption Diary】

[Mission: Rescue the researcher codenamed Shirley.]

[The mission has been completed. 】

[Task time: 18 minutes and 35 seconds (rating reduced: B→C). ]

[Personal status: injured (rating decreased: C→D). ]

[Task target: Survival (rating improvement: D→B). ]

九５０⒈８０㈨０㈨

[Number of people killed by mistake: 5 (rating decreased: B→D). ]

[Special Evaluation 1: Successfully killed Captain Boris (Evaluation increased from D to B)]

[Special Evaluation 2: Clear all the escaped organizational experiments (Evaluation upgrade B → S)]

[Final mission evaluation: S! ]

[Quest Reward: Revelation (Skill)]

[Revelation (Skill): When you are faced with a choice, pray, and He will give you revelation. There is no need to doubt that you are favored by God. ]

[Note: As you know, the evil god is also a god. The Church of Satan also has its own god. I can’t say which god it is. Oh! This is too pagan!]

Miss Winnet was so angry that she wanted to tear off the paper with the notes column.

The evaluation related to the task was really harsh. She thought she had performed well, but she still accumulated a lot of deductions.

After deducting so many points, there is still an S. What is the highest level? EX?

After closing the diary, Winnet cleaned the limes, peeled them, and took out the pulp and one-third of the peel. She then used the dagger in the package to cut them into strips and soaked them in salt water. Then, she boiled water in a pot, boiled the orange peels to leave the bitter taste, poured out the water, put the pulp into the pot, added a lot of rock sugar, poured in the peels and continued to boil, and finally squeezed the lemon juice that Shirley bought, stirring while waiting for the sugar paper to become thick.

Miss Winnett also added some honey and light cream to enhance the flavor.

The most important thing is to bottle the prepared orange jam and put it in the refrigerator.

After standing in front of the refrigerator for a long time, Miss Winnet finally came to her senses and wanted to open it and taste it immediately.

At this moment, Winette noticed the movement behind her. She turned around and saw Shirley yawning and rubbing her face.

"What are you doing with the ingredients I prepared?" she asked.

“Delicious marmalade, I’m sure you’ll love it too!”

"Love? I, I don't think I love it." Shirley said unhappily, "You made a mess in the kitchen. In this case, you can eat the hamburgers you brought back yesterday. Anyway, you are so thin, it doesn't matter if you add some fat."

She didn't mind Winnet's use of the kitchen, but she didn't expect the girl in front of her to have such a side - too contradictory, just like her actions and her belief in God, full of inconsistencies.

Winnet bit her lower lip and said, "It's a pity that I can't eat your cooking."

She spoke clearly and repeated, "After eating this delicious food this morning, I feel like I have accumulated a lot of garbage in the refrigerator!"

After hearing these provocative words, Shirley couldn't remain indifferent.

She blew her nose and said, "As expected of a pastor, his words are so pleasant to the ears."

Shirley started to prepare lunch. She opened a Western Home Cooking Cookbook, which listed the amounts of seasonings to the milligram.

Winnet saw this and felt that the author of the book was quite morbid, but she was still grateful. After all, only such a recipe could allow the talented scientist in front of her to show his skills. There was nothing to complain about, right?

As a freeloader who is crying out for food, Miss Winnet will listen to anything for the time being!

"Pull out a few of those burgers you had frozen."

"understood!"

"I think you won't mind a fried English meal, so let's keep it simple, bacon, sausage, butter, lemon... Okay, I forgot to buy cheese, you don't mind, do you?"

“I don’t mind at all!”

Miss Winnet actually felt it was a pity. Normally, cheese was a luxury product that she could only taste occasionally.

Sugar and all, it’s the best!

If there is orange marmalade, it will be a sure win!

Miss Winnett was reduced to a helper throughout the whole process, busying around in the kitchen like a well-behaved little fox, and looking forward to the buttery aroma of lunch coming out of the pot.

Shirley patted the little silver tail that was hanging around and asked, "Which do you like, roasted tomatoes or roasted mushrooms?"

"tomato!"

This is Miss Winnet's favorite besides oranges. Whether it is roasted tomatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, or baked beans with tomatoes, they are all her favorite foods. In addition, mushrooms have fallen into the category of disgust.

While cutting the tomato, Winnett secretly put a small piece of raw tomato into her mouth.

Shirley put the fried bacon on a plate and glanced at Winette who was waiting obediently beside her. She couldn't help but wonder who was the younger one.

She guessed that if Winnet had ears and a tail, they would have started wiggling a long time ago.

Where has the dignity and grace of a pastor gone?

He is indeed a killer who can be easily hired for fifty dollars.

Shirley came to the table with her own portion and found that Winnet had not eaten but was waiting for her. After she sat down, the killer lady who called herself a "pastor" began her routine prayer.

In short, it was to thank God for the food he gave her.

Although it is possible to dismantle the stage, it is not necessary.

After all, she was the one who actually cooked the food. To some extent, she had risen to the same level as God in the other person's heart.

"I say, shouldn't you tell me something?" Shirley made herself a cup of instant coffee. "My affairs are no secret to you, but I know nothing about your affairs."

Winnet was a little overwhelmed. She didn't know why Shirley suddenly brought this up now.

She originally wanted to say something vague to prevaricate, but when she saw those sharp eyes that were slightly narrowed, she felt that even if she lied, she would be seen through.