Ride and Cut

"What kind of monster is this? I've never seen it before." As a mage, Sauron could feel the weak elemental fluctuations on Qiqiu's body, and of course he wouldn't mistake it for a flying squirrel like Anne did.

However, this kind of fluctuation is too weak, and the rank is definitely not high, let alone the lethality, as a gimmick as a pet is not bad.

"It's not a monster, it's the survivors of the Titans." Li Cha said with a serious face, "Although you may be small, you can inherit the purest source of Titans."

"Haha." Sauron patted his legs and laughed.

Li Cha spread his arms, looking innocent, "You think I'm joking?"

"It's not that I thought, you were joking." Sauron pointed his finger at Qiqiu, and gave up when he saw that it didn't respond. As a mage, I am a little curious about new species that I have never seen before, but only a little bit.

"Wise." Li Cha gave a thumbs up. He knew that the more secretive he was, the more people would investigate, and the more he told the truth, the more no one would believe him.

What a world!

"Little black devil, go and call a halfling cook." Li Cha took out a few hazelnuts from his pocket and put them in front of Qiqiu like a magic trick.

Qiqiu stuffed every nut into his mouth and kept it, his cheeks on both sides were swollen, and he landed on all fours and turned into a black whirlwind on the grass again.

"Is it really so clever?" Sauron waited eagerly, wondering if he could call the halfling.

"Wait and see." Li Cha seemed confident.

Sure enough, after a while, the halfling cook with a white tall hat approached slowly step by step. He brought soy sauce and spices, and took over Li Cha's work.

They were more skillful than the lord, and they quickly finished handling the squid and began to grill it on the iron plate.

The table knife is in close contact with the ingredients and the hot oil on the iron plate, and the sound of "zilazila" can be heard incessantly.

The halfling's final dish looked like a curly ear of wheat lying on a porcelain plate, with a snow-white background and some amber sauce hanging on it. The edge is slightly burnt, but the inside is still very tender. When the two rows of teeth are squeezed, a little juice locked inside will slightly overflow.

Hot, slightly smoky, but very sweet.

"It's delicious, the craftsmanship is great, and your sauce is good." Sauron is a knowledgeable person, and he discovered the key after tasting it. Taking a deep breath of the smell of soy sauce being scorched on an iron plate, he nodded in praise.

"Congratulations." Li Cha immediately beamed with joy.

"I don't brag, good is good, there is no need to be modest." Sauron ate another piece, grinning from the heat, but insisted on swallowing.

"I'm going to open a high-end restaurant for nobles." Li Cha said his plan.

Sauron's evaluation greatly boosted his confidence, but the basic situation of Alpine Castle is difficult to deal with chores in the wilderness after all, so he is going to simply recruit Colun's boss into the group.

"My lord, are you ready to participate?"

Sauron frowned, and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth while chewing, but finally shook his head, "Li Cha, I'm serious, this business is not so easy to earn."

Before the lord could speak, the cook who was busy frying the squid quit, "My lord, the dishes we have mastered are beyond imagination."

Halflings have something to be proud of—their new employer, Master Li Cha, the lord of the Alpine Fort, although his skills are not very good, but he is full of theories from nowhere, and has a very novel and systematic food knowledge.

Even if they are as proud as a halfling, they have to admit that this knowledge is of great reference value to them. Since receiving the Lord Lord's guidance, the halflings are like mice that fell into a rice bowl, and the whole world is ushered in.

They are indeed too talented in cooking, and it took only a few days to complete the process of becoming a master. Now the entire Alpine Castle, from the lords to the slaves, is full of praise for their craftsmanship, and even the halflings themselves feel that they have improved a lot.

"Dear Mr. Chef, I fully believe in your craftsmanship, but the key is never the taste." Sauron put down his fork and said seriously, "The wilderness chief likes Pompeii's food, and we Pompeian nobles admire the style of San Jose in the south. Is it just because of the taste?"

San Jose is a country located in the south of Pompeii. It is slightly smaller in size but stronger in strength. In history, there have been frequent border conflicts with Pompeii. It was not until recent years that a short-term peace was achieved.

But even so, it is an indisputable fact that the gorgeous and enthusiastic San Jose culture is becoming increasingly popular among Pompeii noble youths. Regardless of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, they are willing to imitate the rich country with a warmer climate.

Li Cha was vaguely aware of the problem, but he wouldn't be Li Cha if he hadn't spoken out, "Isn't it?"

"Your understanding of business is too simple." Sauron moved his buttocks on the cushion to get closer to Richard, "For common people in the market, affordable and taste are the most important, but the upper class is not that simple."

"Don't the upper floors pay attention to taste?" Li Cha was a little confused when he said that.

"I like thin slices of beef, marinated, fried and dried, and eaten with pepper, salt, dry minced garlic." Sauron gave him an example, "This food is easy to make and cheap. Who can say it's not delicious? But no famous family will really treat it as a main dish for entertaining guests."

Li Cha saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to eat, so he took a bite with a fork while listening.

"Rich people don't just eat for their appetites, fashion, fashion is the most important thing." Sauron picked up a cup and drank tea to moisten his throat. "Because the prosperity of San Jose is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the people of Pompeii admire the fashion of San Jose, so San Jose restaurants can be very popular. To be honest, I am not very interested in the flavor of San Jose, but I have to visit occasionally for the sake of decency."

Li Cha couldn't help guessing that Sauron must have suffered a lot in this regard, and he must have experienced it when he heard it. Otherwise, why did he say it so reasonable and profound, maybe he lost his trousers back then.

"And the cooks of Alpine Castle are good. After all, they are not so delicious that they don't want to eat dead people." Sauron concluded earnestly: "It is impossible for the flavor of the wilderness to become popular in Pompeii, let alone become popular, unless you have the patience to manage it slowly."

"Baron Richard, may I ask if you have the patience?" Sauron asked rhetorically.

Of course the lord did not. His purpose was to make quick money, not to contribute to Pompeii's spiritual civilization. Slowly operating requires too much time and cost, both of which are what he lacks the most.

"Actually, there is another possibility." Li Cha held his chin thoughtfully.

"Haha, yes." Sauron couldn't bear to hit a young man's dream, even if he was a little too ambitious.

"If Alpine Fort can become as prosperous as San Jose in the future, this business can be done. But when the day comes, I'm afraid you won't look down on mere small money."

After he finished speaking, he looked down and saw that the food was gone.

Sheltering at home... It rained all day and all night, and the water was up to my knees