Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"Have you figured it out?"

"Yes, my lord." Holly nodded.

Donovan silently looked down at the young man seated below. The long and oppressive atmosphere hovered over the sky-like hall.

"Sometimes, I really can't figure out where you came from and what's going on in your heart." Donovan held a volume of parchment in his hand and shook off the tether. .

Hawley still maintained a calm and respectful face: "My lord, I really can't remember my origin. The vague thoughts seem to take root in my mind, and they seem to be given by gods in dreams-I have promised you many times."

"If I can remember all of them, I will tell you endlessly."

Regardless of whether Donovan believes it or not, the other party will not be able to find out his true origin—of course, if the source can be found out, Hawley would like to thank him. ?

The dragon lord didn't know what he was thinking, but after recent observations, Holly noticed what was bothering him.

Combined with the information Baron Sam disclosed to him before: Lost Island is going to vigorously develop port business and overseas trade.

Fresh fish is not the only product that is traded overseas. ? ?In order to develop and maintain the port economy permanently, it is necessary to adapt measures to local conditions and use some special products on the island to promote the reputation and momentum of the entire area.

For example, in the region where the elves are located, the special products are the special fruits and vegetables they are constantly planting and researching; the human kingdom of Svia is rich in minerals; the dwarves are all kinds of novel and practical weapons and tools.

Lost Island resources are abundant, but they are basically common, and the same is true for minerals.Looking at it this way, the foundation is actually not bad, but it lacks a boost to launch unique features on their island.

Hawley guessed that Donovan spent a lot of money, favors, and treatment to invite the dwarf craftsman Borg to settle here for exactly this.

In the past, there was only a Golden Rose Manor, which was stained with the special product of the dragon clan-noble rot wine, and finally had concrete a few days ago.

With the little contact between Hawley and Donovan, he clearly felt the heart of "focusing on money and economics", and the opponent's goal must be far more than that.

It can be said that the emergence of soy products caught up by mistake.

One of the staple foods in this world is all kinds of beans.Now with more production methods, it can be developed into regional specialty food, and even open overseas workshops.

Nianhua Tavern officially puts tofu on the shelves. Even if Holly doesn't take it out now, Donovan, who received the ingredient formula, will be suspicious and find out about it.

As for Donovan asking and investigating the source, Hawley is not worried at all: he used to live with his master in the Kingdom of Svia, and he has already made tofu, so he can find traces there.

There are previous records of fiddling, and it will not be like a few days ago, making people look like a trick conjured out of thin air.

Every once in a while, you can refresh your presence a little bit, and while attracting the attention of the other party, you can also maintain the current situation.You know, they still have to avoid assassination by hugging the giant dragon's thigh.

Huo Li really didn't expect the discussion of bean products today. The dragon lord sent someone to meet him and said that he would discuss the matter in person.

He had just written one letter, and he didn't expect a reply from Donovan for the next month.

Coincidence, or importance?Anyway, a good sign.

However, Hawley was not stupid enough to give away the recipe for nothing.

"One-tenth of the profit, and the right to open a tofu workshop exclusively supplied by Nianhua Tavern... Only these two conditions?"

The dragon lord half drooped his eyelids, took a lot of effort to recognize the common language in the strange font style on the paper, and read the content in a low voice.

"Enough, my lord," Hawley confirmed.

Hearing the answer, Donovan's lips curled into a half-smile.

Not long ago, Sam had half complained to him and half admired this weird boy. He still remembered the terms he negotiated with Golden Rose Manor.At this time, he became generous, who knows what he was paying attention to.

After all, it is the result of Hawley's own confirmation, so there is no need to waste your words, grasp the facts as soon as possible, otherwise you don't know what tricks he will come up with.

……

Outside the hall, indistinct voices of conversation came from the wooden door, as if talking in a dream.

Standing like statues of knights on both sides, it almost blends with the relief above the head.

The last time I went to the dwarven territory with Holly, Wilmer also followed into Dragon Wing Castle on the way back.At that time, he was waiting in the reception room. At this time, the servant led Holly and him to the main hall door.

The waiting time was always boring. He put his hands behind his back, and leaned against the cold stone wall with his palms.

Thinking wildly in his head, chasing the wind and chasing shadows, using vague syllables to piece together the conversation between them.

Birds chirping outside the window kept pecking at his confused thoughts.Lightly, there was a sound of footsteps.

Wilmer didn't look up. He knew that except for the servants and servants in the lord's castle, there were basically people who were either rich or noble.He couldn't raise his eyes hastily, offend those nobles, and cause trouble for Holly.

Even if he could detect it, this person's usual actions, including talking with him, often reminded himself consciously or unconsciously that no matter what their status was, everyone was born with the same concept.

As shocking as it was, Wilmer loved the idea of ​​exchanging ideas with Hawley, which made them more like best friends.

Thinking of Holly, Wilmer smiled unconsciously.

The face moved, but it attracted the attention of the owner of the footsteps.

At first glance, the taupe boots looked like normal leather tanned boots.If you observe carefully, you can find that the texture of the upper is like straw.

The hem of the white satin robe moved along with her steps, sweeping across the boots.Further up, it is a dark green that can only be seen in the winter forest.

Wearing light blond straight hair that fell to the waist, the two faced each other, and their hair color was extremely similar.Wilmer's figure was like a reflection in the lake, reflected in the man's lake blue eyes.

The soul core was suddenly agitated, as if meeting a natural enemy, revealing a sense of discomfort and crisis.

Wilmer couldn't suppress the soul core, just like an antelope seeing a tiger and leopard, couldn't restrain the vigilance, and the soles of the feet were about to move.

——and that person also frowned.

The eyes of the blood moon... Why did the dark elves appear here?

It wasn't until the door opened and closed again that Wilmer completely relaxed his strength.He didn't understand what was going on, the soul core was still clamoring.

……

The conversation between the two of them was only a little note at the end, which was not confidential, so Donovan took advantage of the opportunity to call the old elf friend of Changvine Valley.

After sending Holly away, Donovan took off all his clothes and closed his eyes slightly.

His well-defined face, starting from the lower jaw, is like water flowing to silver gray.The shoulder blades bulge like mountains, the spine is torn and expanded, and the body shape gradually expands, almost filling the entire hall.

The long tail swept lightly, bringing up the wind and knocking down the chairs in the distance.The scales are like metal, shining coldly.

"Don't you feel stuffy?" The elf blew on the hot milk tea, and the warm and sweet breath poured into his nostrils.

Donovan's golden pupils were about to occupy half of the elf's body. He turned his pupils and opened his long kiss slightly, revealing his sharp teeth: "It's uncomfortable not to change form. This is what I mentioned in my previous letter...not bad, yes ?"

The elf knew that he was not only referring to the cup of milk tea in his hand, but also the human boy just now.

"That's right, a malleable talent." His tone was steady, as if he answered casually.Donovan understood, however, that it was not easy to extract a compliment from an elf.

"He doesn't need me to train him. He has more minds than the fish in the East China Sea snail nest."

Turning around, Donovan asked, "How about it, can you identify the blood of your elves?"

"Absolutely not."

When the discussion was coming to an end, Donovan also wanted to invite an old friend to see which race this strange-looking human boy of unknown origin belonged to.

Donovan was not surprised when he got a negative answer, only to hear the other party say afterwards: "The boy outside the door has dark elf blood, and his body lingers with a rancid smell derived from black magic."

……

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

Wilmer leaned into Holly's arms a little listlessly. Holly drove the horse, and took time to look at the ears under the light blonde hair—the outline was still round.

But the other party was an elf, and Holly couldn't figure out why.When they left Dragon Wing Fort, Wilmer told him what happened outside the hall.

Checking up and down, Wilmer looked normal except for some loss of strength.

He was worried whether it was the aftereffect of the second metamorphosis, the child's body was not fully recovered yet.He secretly decided to visit Bachelor Fei someday and ask about the situation.

When the two returned to the winery, Holly immediately washed his body, changed his clothes, and ran to the fermentation room to check the wine barrels.

In the fermentation room, a large number of oak barrels are neatly arranged, and the purple-red liquid is floating.

These grapes have been peeled and stemmed, and the next step is maceration and fermentation.

Walking back to the bathroom, he washed his feet and calves over and over again.Wilmer was dragged to rinse, hesitating to speak.

Even though they had just taken a bath, Holly actually used soap locusts.He knew that Holly and Uncle Bobby were always clean, especially the latter.The current situation is much more serious than Uncle Bobby.

After repeating it many times, Holly finally stopped and knelt down to wipe off the water stains for him.

"No, I can do it myself!"

"It's not like I used to help you take a bath. Don't be ashamed, don't move." Holly's tone was strong, with imperceptible excitement in his heart.

The backs of Wilmer's feet were fair, and his toes were slightly curled up. This itching was worse than the soul core before, and his ears were burning.

A worker passed by and saw this scene - a young man who looked like a god with his face flushed, and a little boss with green eyes and strange interest in the corners of his mouth...

No matter how you look at it, it's strange, like a drunk who molested a girl at the end of the street, buying and selling in broad daylight.

The worker trembled and ran away as if fleeing.

After the two of them cleaned up, the bathroom was not far from the fermentation room.After a few steps, they once again entered the spacious space overflowing with fruity fragrance.

When the chair was moved, Holly jumped on the stool first, rolled up his trouser legs, took off his homemade bamboo slippers, and stepped into the wine tank.

Wilmer was stunned on the spot, watching Holly's lips grinning, his left and right legs submerged in the wine tank where the grape skins were floating, and he stepped up and down.

Is he... just wanting to play?But why take so much effort to wash your feet.

Seeing the dull expression of the little skull, Holly couldn't help laughing, and invited him to come in and step on the skin together.

He explained: "This is a necessary process for making wine. Don't look at how happy those people and nobles were drinking red wine in the taverns we passed by. In fact, every mouthful has a pair of feet. Credit."

"Slow down, come on, do you need me to carry you down?"

"No, no need." Wilmer steadied the opponent's outstretched arms, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched his feet into the bucket.

The creamy touch spread along the sole of the foot, and he could even distinguish the peel, and Holly's voice continued to explain in his ears.

"We do this step to fully integrate the grape juice and skin. I guess, you must be thinking now, if you want to squeeze the juice and soak the skin, why not ask the giants to help? They are more powerful and easier.

"That's because there are seeds in the grapes - if you squeeze them forcibly, the grape seeds will be crushed. I asked you to taste the pulp and seeds separately before, so you should be able to understand now that once the seeds are broken, the taste will be bitter." It will melt into the wine."

"Won't the brewed wine be very dirty?" Wilmer hesitated. "We washed it with soap locusts, like a layer of skin, but it's hard to protect others..."

"This kind of problem does exist. But for any wine workshop with a little conscience, they have to order the workers who step on the skin to wash it before they are allowed to enter the barrel.

"However, even if it looks a little...disgusting now, right? But in the process of wine brewing, a substance is also produced at the same time: that makes the alcoholic drunk, and the heat rushes into the throat and chest, just like you did before. Tianchang's rice wine, which has a taste similar to that of fruit and rice after spoilage."

"That is the essence of wine, and the power that exists in it can kill the invisible dirt on our feet. Therefore, as long as the brewing process is reasonable, the final wine will be clean."

Hawley told Wilmer the truth as concisely as possible.In fact, most wines are above 15 degrees.

When the alcohol content reaches this level, most of the fungi can be killed, so there is no unhygienic situation of stepping on the skin and soaking the skin.

Artificial skin soaking is due to the limitation of technological conditions and there is no machine to replace it.Before the advent of machines, basically all the wines involved "stepping" in the process.

As I said just now, stepping on it is to prevent the grape seeds from breaking.It doesn't stop there - during fermentation, carbon dioxide is produced, and they push the skins over their heads, making it impossible to macerate.

Maceration involves extracting the color, tannins and flavors of the grape skins.

What are tannins?To put it simply, when you drink, the liquid slides over the coating of your tongue, followed by a slight scratching and catching astringent feeling.

Tannin is the flavor of wine and one of the important substances for long-term storage of wine.

Therefore, if you want to brew good-tasting wine, the work of soaking the skins is essential.

Wilmer roughly understood the meaning of it. They supported each other's shoulders and stepped on the skin. The fruity fragrance diffused, and he felt a little drunk if it didn't turn into wine.

Suddenly there was a shout outside, and I listened intently, it was Uncle Bobby's voice.

Slowly, gradually, Wilmer saw Holly's face become distorted: excited, narrow, and obscene that he didn't want to admit.

Holly put his index finger to his lips, motioning for him to keep quiet.

It's coming, Wilmer thought.He prepared to pray for Uncle Bobby in advance.

Bobby's nose fluttered, sniffing the faint scent floating in the air, and subconsciously frowned.

He is quite familiar with this long-lost smell, as if someone used boots that were not washed for three years and soaked in rainwater, and then boiled with dung.

The apprentice made some music near the winery. When he lived in Svia, he also brewed soy sauce.The smell of fermented beans and wheat is really unbearable. Neighbors and residents once complained to them, asking them to go to the public toilet to defecate when they have time, and not to pull them into the house.

After all, who would have thought that the air that is hard to breathe now will become an unparalleled salty taste in the future.

"Holly—" Bobby called his apprentice loudly.

Strange, didn't the workers say they were in the brewhouse?

He was secretly excited at the moment, Holly's absence meant that he could go to the fermentation room to see if there was any wine brewed by his apprentice privately.

Across the cloister, the wooden door of the fermentation room looked closed.I felt disappointed at first, but with a little push, the door opened.

Looking around, no one was there, so he sneaked into the house quietly and closed the wooden door as it was.

Turning around—I saw Holly and Wilmer standing side by side in the wine lees, shoulder to shoulder; their trouser legs were rolled up to the thighs, with purple liquid attached to them, and all four feet were buried in the juice.

Bobby petrified on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

He felt that his heart was bleeding, fruit vinegar and chili powder blocked the opening in turn, and the blood stagnated all over his body.

The thunder rolled, and the limbs were completely numb.He thought that as long as he shook his head a little at this moment, the pepper powder would fall from his body.

The boot that was soaked in rain just now and full of athlete's foot seemed to be born in the stomach.He wanted to vomit, but the waves of anger swept over him, and it was better.

"You two bastards, climb out of the wine barrel for me!!!" Bobby shouted violently.

Hawley laughed so hard that he almost kicked his feet, but Bobby didn't dare to make a move because of Wilmer's presence. He said slyly: "Old man, go wash your feet, there are so many wine troughs, you can pick any one to go." step on."

"It's almost like I stepped on you!"

Bobby jumped in anger, blushing and turning around thickly.He regretted that he didn't come here with a big sword on his back. Now these two kids are in a precious wine barrel, and the ice magic must rely on liquid to turn into ice.

Now that he couldn't deal with the stinky apprentice, he reluctantly swung his arms and hit Holly hard.

Hawley smiled and raised his arms in defense, having had enough fun.Fearing that Master would get angry, he cleared his throat, quickly explained the reason, and tried to calm Bobby's anger.

However, after the explanation, Bobby's situation was even worse: he was devastated, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't vomit, he was stuck by the bucket, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Shaking Holly's shoulder, Wilmer was a little worried.Holly led him out of the barrel, grape juice dripping from his purplish calf.

"It's okay." Holly said indifferently, "Give the old man some time to digest, he is reshaping the worldview. When he thinks about it, he will completely complete the transformation and become a brand new old man."

Wilmer: ...

The grapes were fermented through the soles of the workers' feet, and Bobby stuffed himself into the room to ferment himself through a night of dejection.

On the second day, the smell of soybean milk and fried dough sticks permeated the dining table. Bobby's thick blonde short hair was disheveled, the original white silk on the sideburns, and two bulging bags under the eyes made him look haggard.

He picked up a deep-fried dough stick, tore it up and soaked it in soy milk.

"Do you still drink wine?" Holly asked leisurely as he presented a scallion pancake.

Just as he was about to drink soy milk from a bowl, he glanced sideways at the unfilial man, and Bobby replied forcefully, "Drink, why don't you drink it!"

In the main city of Juta, the voice of conversation in the air these days is still Nianhua Tavern.

But the direction of the wind has completely turned, and it is no longer "expensive" or "unpalatable" discussions, and the center of the topic is Nianhua's tofu brain.

"Tofu nao should be sweet and delicious! The sugar water can completely stimulate the aroma of soybeans, just like basking in the sunshine at noon in early autumn, eating crisp dates, and the breeze blowing on the cheeks. The sweetness builds a supreme height for the tender and smooth taste!"

"Will you eat it? The salty ingredients made of garlic water, chili oil and chicken will penetrate into the tofu brain. The salty and spicy taste can be like a hearty duel, and the soft The tender tofu brains are the girl's hands, heal all your pains."

"Have you ever been a knight? You have recruited girls to brag so swearingly, I'm afraid you haven't even touched their hands!"

"How are you? A few days ago, Ms. Hannah's date tree was ruined by thieves. Don't think I don't know who did it!"

……

Gradually attracting personal attacks and turning over old account books aside, Nianhua's tofu brains are very popular, cheap and delicious, and quickly became popular in the main city of Juta.

The rumors are self-defeating, and there are still people who "unremittingly work hard" to spread them.In the tavern, on the street, or at the market, whenever someone mentions that all the food in Nianhua is expensive and hard to swallow, most of them will get weird and suspicious looks from the other side.

"I don't know anything else, have you never eaten his tofu nao?"

The rumors were overwhelmed by heated discussions, and Dickens's head was also buzzing.

The temples throbbed, as if there were worms rolling on both sides, gnawing at the flesh.He was so irritable that he didn't want to go out on the street or hear that name for several days.

He went to Sandy to discuss it, and the other party bluntly said that according to the current trend, they can't start with rumors at all.

What should be blocked, what should be cut off, I don't know where the young human kid can find channels to buy a series of raw materials such as milk.

What kind of fried fresh milk and milk tea are served as normal every day, and they seem to be in peace.

Dickens's arms were muscular, his depression could not be combed, and his whole portrait was stuffed into the furnace.

His man, Pine, had hit his leg with a chair when he got angry that day.He is still in treatment for the past two days, staying at home to rest, presumably hiding from him.

That's all, it's just a servant who is not easy to use, just replace it.Every time at this time, he began to miss the family that he had never been down and down.

Let his father entrust him with matters related to usury, otherwise there will be so many changes in the future, so that overnight, they need to flee the territory in embarrassment and hide in the main city.

The new Lord Donovan, I don't know what is going on in his mind.They lack small nobles like them who can provide armaments and funds to build the main city, and they are not afraid of offending the original big nobles and chambers of commerce.

He waved the thoughts that were getting more and more erratic in his mind. The most important thing at the moment was to find a way to suppress this trend.Nianhua Tavern couldn't be smashed with one blow, so they were forced to choose other ways to start.

Yesterday Dickens spent a night with Serra at Mandala, Juta's most famous brothel.

Before turning the clouds and rains, he took Serra's cup by mistake and drank the so-called milk tea.

I have to say, the milk flavor and tea mellow taste are really good.

Milk tea... milk tea... Something flew through Dickens' mind, and he caught it with precision.

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I'm coming!Today is also the day when Bobby wants to exterminate the disciples righteously.