I Have a Witch's Back Garden [Western Fantasy]

On the first day of the new dynasty, the witch Gala burned herself to death on the stake. Witch, it's inappropriate. People, don't care. The new owner of the castle was even beaten hard by her with a prophecy book: Whoever wants to do it, I ran away! Under the violet moonlight, the royal city reveled all night long. People raised their wine glasses, performed hat-raising ceremonies, and shouted the name of the new king loudly. The great shimmering witch ran towards the edge of the forest alone. The mist shrouded the deserted town, with ghostly shadows of dead branches, rusty windmills, and a smelly lake full of dead fish and rotten shrimps. This is the world's first home. The back garden, afternoon tea restaurant, ancient forest, windmill pasture, flea market... All need to be restored. Gala had no choice but to roll up her sleeves and clean the hut, pick mushrooms, catch fish, milk cows, and seize every opportunity to "capture the townspeople." In the cabin, a large pot of oyster cream soup was bubbling, the thick-cut black pepper steak was crispy and juicy, the parsley was crisp, the bread was sweet, and the newly brewed wine was intoxicatingly fragrant. The deserted town gradually became lively—— The little goblins came after smelling the smell. The dwarves came smelling it. Spring elves, dragons, ghosts, wandering wizards, and long-lost witch friends are all here! The tea party was full of laughter, lush grape trellises filled the mountains and fields, cows and sheep chewed grass leisurely on the large lawn, and the garden shimmered again under the moonlight—— Wait, is the royal city in the distance on fire? Why did the dumped man lie down among the flowers and fall asleep with her hyacinth in his arms? ? Intention: Create miracles with hard work