Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

Alina didn't know what this meant, but when she saw White Wolf's concerned look on his face, she just stood there quietly, letting him touch her all over, and she started thinking about other things.

If Tallulah knew that White Wolf had returned, she would definitely come over from the mercenaries immediately. She remembered Tallulah's excitement when she saw White Wolf's letter, and couldn't help but smile.

On the other hand, White Wolf gradually became embarrassed. She realized that she was doing something strange. When she saw Alina's smile, she felt guilty and felt that she had to give her an explanation:

"I heard that your actions might be dangerous, and I'm a little worried."

Alina stared at the white wolf quietly, smiled slightly, and said, "Did Big Bob tell you something? Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me. I'm not injured. The villagers are very kind. There's no danger."

The white wolf stared at Alina suspiciously.

"It's really nothing." Alina explained again, "Besides, there won't be many such exchanges. Now there are only a few distant villages left to visit."

"That's perfect. I'll just treat it as sightseeing in the tundra. I'm not familiar with this area, so it's a good opportunity for you to take me to have a look. By the way, what do you mean by not many times? Will you no longer exchange food with the villagers in the future?"

"The villagers in the tundra can only exchange their surplus food for supplies. Each village has a limited amount of surplus food, and the things that can be exchanged are also limited. After exchanging everything, we have to consider other methods."

White Wolf stroked his chin and asked, "I remember that the Integration Movement also saved some money during the operation. Can't we just buy it in the city?"

Alina shook her head. "Large-scale food purchases will attract attention, so we can't do that. However, the food we have stored can last for a month, and the Yeti team will go fishing in the ice lake. It's not too tight for now, but we'll have to figure out what to do in the future."

Volume 4: Chapter 11: Chef White Wolf

White Wolf took note of what Alina mentioned and planned to find a solution to the food problem when he had the chance.

Then she saw Alina prepare water, light a fire, put a small cooking pot on the fire, and pull out a small bag full of plump potatoes from behind the door, obviously intending to cook.

When they were in the camp, Alina had a small kitchen and was busy cooking by herself, so although White Wolf often ate food cooked by Alina, this was the first time he saw her cooking.

She jumped off the bed and stood behind Alina curiously, pointing her index finger at her chin, ready to observe.

Alina misunderstood what White Wolf meant. It was the first time she saw him so active. She thought White Wolf wanted to do it himself, so she shook the potato in front of him and asked, "Can you do it?"

“I’m a professional at this!”

Bai Lang nodded affirmatively. She thought she was quite good at knife skills and peeling potatoes was easy for her.

Alina stuffed the potatoes into White Wolf's hands, handed over a knife, clapped her hands and stood aside: "Then I'll leave it to you. Let me see Miss White Wolf's cooking skills."

The white wolf was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Alina meant. Wasn’t she talking about peeling but cooking?

Oh, this is too difficult for Rupert.

She wanted to clarify the misunderstanding and let Alina know that she had no intention of cooking, but she suddenly remembered that the other party had been doing these things silently and never complained. Now, the same thing was put on her, and it was too much for her to refuse without even trying.

Alina has done so much, I have to do something for her!

A wonderful feeling of emotion surged into her mind, and she didn't know whether it was due to Alina's selfless dedication, her own awakening, or both.

Bai Lang is a person with rich emotions. This meal is given special meaning in her eyes. She must make it herself, and do it carefully and beautifully!

After careful consideration, she decided to use the vegetable soup she was most familiar with.

There are two reasons.

First, vegetable soup is a classic delicacy of Rhode Island. It also tops the list of Miss Furong’s nutritious meals and is a must-try.

Secondly, she had seen many people make vegetable soup, and old man Helag’s work gave her great encouragement. She felt that she could do it too.

With Alina's encouraging gaze, White Wolf started to work. It took her only a short time to get familiar with the knife in her hand. Then she quickly peeled the potatoes, cut them into pieces, and cut the pieces into shreds...

The blade kept dancing in her hands. She felt that cutting vegetables was similar to some scenes when she was a child practicing sword, where she was required to cut the same place accurately.

This level is probably half of old man Helag's, she thought secretly as she looked at the potato pieces on the chopping board that were smaller than green beans.

However, when the old man made vegetable soup, he didn’t seem to cut it so finely…

hiss~

Did you use too much force?

She secretly glanced at Alina. The Elafia girl's eyes were wide open with a look of surprise on her face. It seemed that she was quite impressed by her skillful knife skills. Perhaps she thought of her as a hidden chef.

In fact, it was true. Alina herself did not have such knife skills. She took it for granted that the other party was a frequent cook. Moreover, Bai Lang had said before that he was very professional.

For various reasons, Alina had no doubts about the chopped potatoes by White Wolf. She believed that real chefs had their own unique understanding of cooking.

The white wolf was already starting to have a headache over the yellow crumbs in front of him.

How should this be prepared? This is not how vegetable soup is made.

She glanced at Alina again, and seeing the trusting look on her face, she pretended to be calm, and with a solemn expression she poured the chopped potatoes into the pot of boiling water and then covered it with a lid.

Alina ran to the side and got a spoon, pretending to lift the lid of the pot. White Wolf nervously stopped her:

"what are you up to?"

"Stir it. Isn't it necessary to stir a large piece of food?"

Stir it? So I should stir it, she thought, but this seemed like a very stupid mistake. If I nodded in agreement, wouldn't it seem like I had no common sense?

Her face turned red from the white steam coming out of the cracks in the pot lid, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Need not."

"No? Oh, by the way, you cut it so finely, it's a very special way of cooking." Alina clasped her hands together and looked at the small cooking pot expectantly.

The white wolf said nothing.

If she had to describe it in words, her mood at that moment was like that of a prisoner about to be executed.

That moment finally arrived.

When the small pot had been boiling for about ten minutes, Alina asked in confusion, "It must have been cooked for a long time if it was cut into such small pieces."

White Wolf's face froze, and he replied casually, "It's okay."

"Wouldn't you like some seasoning?"

"It's okay, just wait a little longer."

Alina stopped looking at the small cooking pot and turned her gaze to the white wolf's face. She looked at it carefully and vaguely guessed something.

In order to verify what she was thinking, she asked tentatively: "White Wolf, you've worked hard, too. Let me do the rest. You give the orders, okay?"

White Wolf shook his head nervously, beads of sweat faintly visible on his forehead: "It's okay, I, I can do it."

Now Alina understood everything. After thinking for a moment, she quietly walked out of the house.

The White Wolf, who was staring at the small cooking pot as if facing a great enemy, heard a groan of pain outside the door. He ran out immediately and saw Alina holding the wall with one hand and biting her lower lip tightly, obviously enduring pain.

"What's wrong?" She hurriedly supported Alina and asked with concern.

"I just tripped accidentally and my leg hurts. I think I have a cramp."

"It's easy to be like this when it's cold. You should wear something warmer. Come inside and I'll help you."

Bai Lang helped Alina into the room, helped her sit on the bed, and then followed Alina's instructions to massage her right calf.

About five minutes later, she saw that Alina's expression had eased, so she asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

"Much better. I'm sorry for disturbing your cooking." Alina looked guilty.

"It doesn't matter." Bai Lang thought of this again and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Cooking is not as important as you. As long as the rice is not burnt, it can be eaten."

Alina smiled and gently pushed the white wolf: "Go and have a look. If it gets blurry soon, I will be guilty of a great sin."

"Okay." White Wolf said reluctantly. She walked to the stove, turned off the fire, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw that the potatoes inside had been cooked into something similar to salad.

She bent down and sniffed gently, but could not smell anything except the fragrance of potatoes. Due to Alina's little accident, she didn't have time to add seasoning.

She scooped a spoonful, blew on it and tasted it. It was hot and tasted like fragrant mashed potatoes. A smile immediately broke out on her face.

Alina sat on the bed and asked how it tasted.

The white wolf turned around, his face full of pride: "It's not bad, it's edible."

Volume 4: Chapter 12: Standards

Alina was a considerate girl. After tasting lunch, she keenly sensed White Wolf's mood and found various ways to praise him for the excellent food he had cooked.

At this moment, White Wolf became humble again, and began to say that his level was actually not good enough and needed to be improved. He also said that Alina was the real expert and the dishes she cooked were always delicious.

In most cases, the purpose of being humble is to hear more compliments, but Bai Lang knows her true level, so she is really humble this time.

However, Alina's words made so much sense. She gave examples to illustrate that Bai Lang's knife skills were not something that ordinary people could do. She also said that although the cooking method was simple, it was extremely effective and fully brought out the aroma of the food.

After this round of flattery, Bailang didn't know what Alina felt. She herself felt light-hearted and had the illusion that she was really a chef.

After the meal, the two sat side by side on the bed to rest. Suddenly, White Wolf began to reflect on this lunch.

Didn't I just cook some mashed potatoes? What's there to be proud of? Why did I feel so great when I heard Alina say that?

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Alina suspiciously out of the corner of her eye.

The girl Elafia squinted her eyes and sat quietly beside him. Perhaps she felt the white wolf's gaze, so she turned around and smiled gently at the white wolf.

Bai Lang felt a little embarrassed and her face turned slightly red. She withdrew her gaze and stopped thinking about what happened before.

Alina is such a nice person.

After the main text, Alina started to act again, and Bailang followed the plan, sword in his arms, and followed her closely.

They left the front-line camp, headed against the wind, crossed the flat tundra, and turned into a valley.

There was no wind in the valley, and it was even colder because the sun was not shining. White Wolf felt that he had walked a long way in the ice and snow. He wanted to stop many times and use the Originium Technique to burn something to keep warm, but Alina did not stop, and she did not want to slow down the pace of the two. It was said that the place they were going to was quite far.

As the two walked in the valley, White Wolf's attention was increasingly focused on Alina. The clothes she wore were not thick, and could even be described as quite thin. Wasn't she cold at all?

In her impression, not only Alina, but people living in the tundra seem to be not afraid of the cold. Those who wear thick clothes are either frail elderly people or outsiders from the south.

This strong adaptability is really incredible.

She quickened her pace, stepped forward and pulled Alina's clothes. The Elafia girl turned her head and looked at her in confusion.

"Alina, don't you feel cold?"

"Yes. We are all the same. I just lived in the tundra for a long time and I am used to this temperature."

"I envy you the way you are now."

"You'll get used to it. If you can't stand it, let's get out of the valley and find a place to bask in the sun."

"No, it's okay."

"Really?"

"Really. In fact, I'm used to it. Did Alina act like this before?"

"Well, I'll go to the village to negotiate a deal first. If the deal is successful, I'll go back and take everyone to exchange for supplies."

"It's a bit troublesome. I have to make two trips."

"There's nothing we can do. It's not easy for villagers living in the tundra. They have to worry about patrols and robbers. If we go there in large numbers without saying hello in advance, we'll be treated as enemies."

"Patrol, robbers." White Wolf muttered in a low voice, frowning, "Alina, you are not allowed to do this kind of thing alone in the future."

"Don't worry, they are just ordinary villagers."

White Wolf shook his head: "I don't think ordinary villagers can handle the patrols and bandits."

Alina patiently explained: "On the snowy plains, the pickets will take money from ordinary people, and the robbers will take food. The villagers will not have any other interactions with them. They are oppressed people and can be trusted."

At this moment, they were about to walk out of the valley and return to the sun again. The white wolf suddenly stopped where he was. Alina also stopped and turned to look back.

"Alina, don't trust them easily." White Wolf whispered, "Everyone living in this tundra has experienced too many hardships, so don't trust them."

Alina looked at her in confusion.

"I know you sympathize with them and their experiences. Yes, the people on the tundra are all pitiful people. They truly feel the cruelty of life, but when the pain is severe enough, demons will be born in people's hearts. As long as there are certain opportunities or guidance at the right time, the demons will be released and people will become unrecognizable."

She stared at Alina, but she never expected to see a flash of despair on her face. Her heartbeat slowed down a beat, as if hit by a sledgehammer.

It turned out that Alina knew everything without her reminding her.

Alina grew up in the snow.

"But, why? You know..." She started incoherently.

Alina's eyes softened again, she smiled and stared at the white wolf quietly. For some reason, the white wolf didn't dare to meet her gaze.

There are so many things hidden in the clear eyes, and the sublimity of the soul cannot be described in words.