holy flame

The boar, who had just tasted the taste of freedom, was caught by Barn's heels. Eric and Julian caught up in time and tied the pig firmly again.

"Hey, Alan, are you okay?" Samuel almost knowingly asked, after all, he had observed the whole process of the "accident", and now the expression on Alan's face is definitely not all right—because the huge Pain, tears and cold sweat are constantly dripping down Allen's cheeks. This is not a matter of firm will or not, but a natural reaction of the biological body.As long as it is a male, it is inevitable to have this kind of reaction when encountering the encounter just now.

"I, I'm fine." Allen's voice was as thin as a mosquito, obviously he was talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Samuel sighed, pulled Alan's legs apart, ignored the other's weak struggle, and took off his pants.

At this time, the other three people who had dealt with the fat pig who caused the accident also came together: "Alan, your capital is really cute, it is white and tender, and the size is also moderate." Julian squatted down with a smirk, Patted Allen on the shoulder.

"..." Allen really wanted to find a place to crash himself to death.

"Okay, put on your pants, we don't have to carry you to church on the Feast of the Gods." Samuel threw the pants back to Allen. It was also the prince's luck that the pig's trotters were mainly on him. On the root of the thigh, there is only a little skin that has been crushed there.Therefore, although the pain was as if the fifth limb had been amputated, the function there was still intact.

Allen also somewhat slowed down, and shivered and put on his pants, but before he could stand still, the sharp knife was handed to him again.

Having just experienced what happened just now, Allen, who had a psychological shadow, didn't take the knife, but jumped to the side.

"Finish your work." Samuel still raised his knife hand.

Allen: "..."

In the end, the poor boar was still killed by Alan's knife - he stabbed five times, and the pig's blood sprayed all over Alan's body, and even splashed several meters away, almost killing a few people watching the fun Blood is imminent.

Alan went to shower while the others started working on the pig roast.

But don't compare their roasted pigs with the roasted whole pigs of Samuel's previous life, because it is still a world with extremely poor seasonings, not to mention all kinds of spices, not even sugar, and chefs can only use fruits and vegetable flavors, seasoned with salt and honey.

Of course, the same is true in ancient China, but there are still various delicacies that have been passed down for thousands of years.But that is probably because China entered the era of unification a long time ago, and even ordinary people can spend their free time studying how to make their lives better.But no matter Europe or the world Samuel is in now, there are many countries, large and small. Either human beings are fighting endlessly, or they have to face danger from other camps.

Under such circumstances, the lives of the nobles and even the royal family are still at stake, not to mention the ordinary people living in the lowest class.Being able to eat enough is already the most wonderful thing in the world, and no one will care about taste.

However, this does not mean that there is no "food" in this world.

For the nobles, there are two so-called delicacies, one is the food that can distinguish them from the inferior people, because the nobles have the status and money to cook food with firewood, so cooked food is inferior In order to emphasize the difference between human beings and superior people, the nobles even roasted fruits and vegetables, which was their delicacy.

The other is "beautiful food", such as the roast pig that Eric and the others cook with a golden exterior, but only the person who eats it knows whether it is cooked or not.And not only these, such as swans, peacocks and other beautiful birds, the nobles like to roast with their fur attached, without removing the internal organs, and the exquisite cooks can't roast the feathers, and when these birds are served, they still keep their wings Plump and beautiful, you can tell with your heels, are these things familiar②...

Samuel saw that they stuffed the pig's stomach with the dry fruit that they had bought with great difficulty, and the contradiction was in the cellar. pouted.Although he is not a chef, nor is he a gourmet who has any preference for food, but it has to be said that any Chinese has the talent to be a chef as long as he goes abroad, especially when he goes to another world.

But at this moment, Samuel was not going to instruct his entourage. After calculating that Alan had probably finished taking a bath, Samuel went into the house to find his feelings—the only certain feeling now, that is, Brotherhood, right?

"How do you feel?" Samuel looked at the dripping Alan and asked, "Your face looks terrible, is it still hurting? Do you want me to treat it for you?"

"..." Samuel's question made Allen's complexion worse. His place is now bruised and purple, and there is even some slight bleeding. It is impossible to think that it will not hurt.But although the "skin" trauma was within the scope of Samuel's treatment, if Samuel wanted to treat it, he had to touch the injured area with his hands.

Just thinking about where Samuel was grabbing him, shouting "Holy, Blessed" and the like, Alan not only hurts his melon, but his egg hurts too.

"No, thank you." There was even panic in Alan's refusal tone.

"Forget it then, by the way, Barn bought a barrel of ale, do you want to drink it?"

Ale is actually beer, which is made from germinated wheat through a series of fermentation processes. Ale is not liked by the upper class, but it is the favorite of poor people, especially adventurers.After all, red wine is not very suitable for drinking with one's heart's content, whether it is price or taste.I heard that ale is the favorite of dwarves who are proficient in blacksmithing.

"Ale? I haven't tried it yet, I can try it, but you are not..." Prince Ellen is of course an upper-class man. In the past, he only knew the name of ale and had never drunk it. Samuel's question suddenly shifted. caught his attention.

"Today is a holiday, I can indulge a bit." In fact, what Samuel thought was that he had never heard of the two brothers not drinking. After all, the relationship is deep and boring! "But first we both have to get lunch ready."

"The outside is not..."

"On the festival of rewarding the gods, you can't take out the leftovers to worship, so you still have to prepare lunch."

Allen scratched his head in embarrassment, and went to prepare lunch with Samuel.

Lunch was better than usual. It was pork pie. This was also the first time Samuel cooked for his followers. The occasional few times before that he lived in the town when he was not on a hurry, and it was not Samuel’s turn. Cooking, as for being in the wild, as long as you can eat warm cooked food and drink hot water, it is not worth spending energy on meals.

The bread was only a little bigger than a slap, even smaller than Barn's big slap, but the aroma it gave off made the mouths of those who had roasted pigs all morning salivate.After taking a bite, the delicious taste made them almost swallow their tongues!

Originally, Samuel had prepared five glasses of beer, but several people completely ignored the existence of beer, including the well-informed Julian and the originally noble Allen, they only cared about the meat pie, As a result, only Samuel drank in silence.

Until the last bite of the patty entered Julian's mouth, several people sighed regretfully, sat in the chair and stroked their belly, reminiscing about the deliciousness just now.

"Samuel, I love you more and more." Julian said happily while clutching his stomach - he was full.

"Oh." Samuel was still there.

"My lord, why don't you take your meatloaf to the festival?"

"Because I find it troublesome."

Crowd: "..."

The author has something to say: ① Europe often has roasted pears, roasted apples and the like not because they are delicious, but because the ancient upper class in Europe wanted to prove their identity, so this kind of dish appeared.

②This is a fact

I still didn’t go home ORZ, I came back to correct the typo TAT after I got home