The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Beaker Tavern.

"My lord, this is Kligan Noodles."

The owner was respectful, presenting a bundle of noodles with both hands.

A red cloth ribbon bound something that Earl Odd had never seen before.

Judging by sight, the bundle of noodles was the length of a dagger, each strand pale yellow, tied with a red cloth ribbon, but there was no knot to be seen.

The ribbon was seamlessly closed into a circle.

Sure enough, the Kligan family crest was on the red ribbon: three black dogs.

Earl Odd took the noodles, and was greatly surprised when he flicked his fingers through them, each strand was uniform in size and dry to the touch, not sticking together at all.

The Earl was a great nobleman, and he had never seen noodles made so that each strand was the same size.

Even the most experienced chef could not do this.

The noodles were dry, delicate, non-sticky, and uniform in size, which the Earl had never heard of or seen.

Earl Odd pulled out a few strands of noodles, and they lay in his palm like dry firewood sticks, straight and unbending, completely different from all the noodles the Earl had seen in decades.

The noodles the Earl had eaten were thick, short, and irregular, all made fresh by servants in the kitchen.

Several centurions and the owner respectfully gathered in a circle, looking at the noodles as if they were some novelty from across the Narrow Sea.

"Are they good?" Earl Odd asked.

He was already 'conquered' by the appearance of the noodles.

The uniformity of the noodles alone gave the Earl a very regular aesthetic feeling, like well-trained soldiers, with perfect formations.

This was a noodle experience the Earl had never had before.

"My lord, they are very delicious."

The owner did not dare to lie, his face was all smiles and wrinkles, making his appearance very unsightly.

"Knight Polliver said that these noodles have eggs added, a special seasoning broth, and snow salt."

"Oh!" Earl Odd was skeptical.

"How can you prove it?"

The owner smiled apologetically, embarrassed: "My lord, I cannot prove that eggs were added, but there is snow salt and seasoning spices."

"Oh, you've tasted them."

"My lord, Kligan Noodles can be eaten raw, you can try them now."

Earl Odd was startled again.

He had never heard of noodles that could be eaten raw.

The Earl picked up a noodle, put it in his mouth, and tentatively bit down gently.

There was a slight cracking sound, the noodle broke, crisp and light, and a delicate salty fragrance came from the tip of his tongue as he chewed slightly.

It was a fresh and fragrant taste that the Earl had never experienced before.

The Earl was also a gourmet, and his tongue tasted the snow salt and seasoning spices, but he couldn't taste the egg.

But this was already amazing to him.

Noodles that could be eaten raw, this was the first time he had heard of it, the first time he had tasted it, and the first time he had seen it.

The Earl was greatly amazed in his heart.

"Boil a bowl to try," the Earl said, his voice still maintaining the composure of a great nobleman.

Lannisport maintained trade with the whole world, and the Earl was a well-informed person.

The Citadel of Oldtown also had many novel inventions every year, and the Earl's adaptation and acceptance of new things was not as shallow as those who had never seen the world.

"Yes, my lord!" The owner was respectful.

The Earl casually pulled out a small handful of noodles as a snack, and returned the bundle of noodles to the owner.

The owner bowed and nodded, smiling obsequiously, then respectfully left.

The Earl noticed that the eyes of several centurions were on the 'snack' noodles in his hand.

"None of you have tasted them?" The Earl was a little curious.

The centurions nodded collectively.

The Earl had an incredulous expression: "Didn't Denson and the others give you a taste? Then tell me about your injuries."

Bard Lannister smiled obsequiously: "My lord, I was separating Denson from beating the owner, and then Denson accidentally punched me in the eye.

We wouldn't start a conflict with Denson either, he's a beast, but we are civilized people, otherwise it would really turn into a fight."

"Denson beat the owner?"

"Yes, my lord.

Denson and Polliver came to the door to sell noodles, first forcibly collecting money, and then giving the owner noodles.

They also made wild claims that the owner must hand over a certain amount of top-quality flour to the Kligans every month, and then they would process the flour into noodles and sell them back to the owner, charging five copper cents per pound of noodles as a processing fee, which is very overbearing and tyrannical," Baro Lannister said, touching his injured nose.

*

The wad of cloth on his nostrils had been thrown away, and the nosebleed had stopped.

He had only been punched by Denson, and the nosebleed was unstoppable.

In Lannisport, for more than ten years, these owners had never encountered forced buying and selling, and Denson and Polliver did not show the owners the noodles first.

For noodles that had never sold well or were difficult to sell, the owners did not accept them.

Although the reputation of the Hound was great, in Lannisport, the laws had been strict for more than ten years, and the authoritative concept of 'finding the guards' when something happened was deeply rooted in people's minds.

The owners living in a good environment were far less afraid of the Mountain than the nobles were, because ignorance is bliss.

Until Denson and Polliver went for real in front of the guards' centurions, the owners began to soften one after another when they saw that the situation was not good.

Don't look at Bard and Baro being a little embarrassed, in fact, everyone was just punched and kicked by Denson and others, and rarely suffered a second blow, because the owners quickly realized what kind of bandits they had encountered.

The centurions, who had always been bright and authoritative, did not dare to use force against the Kligans, but could only persuade them with kind words first, and then rush back to report to the Earl.

Bard and the other centurions said that they did not fight with the mad dogs under Kligan, and they were telling the truth.

Moreover, these people were not angry after being punched, because Denson and Polliver did not draw their swords.

The centurions knew Denson and Polliver and their ilk, and they belonged to the kind of people who would use knives and swords at the slightest disagreement.

But Denson and the others did not use knives and swords in Lannisport, they just beat people, which, for the centurions who knew them, showed their high quality and restraint.

Moreover, it was likely that even if several centurions went together, they would not be a match for Denson alone.

Although Denson had joined the Kligans with the Mountain, he was still a lawless killing god even in Casterly Rock.

And Polliver was even more famous in Casterly Rock for his cruelty and neurosis.

He and Denson were both famous rogue warriors in Lord Tywin's five hundred personal guard dead soldiers corps.

Lord Tywin could tolerate them, and they ran rampant in Casterly Rock.

When they came to Lannisport, it was better for everyone to value harmony.

Moreover, they only used their fists and did not use knives or swords.

*

After Earl Odd understood the specific cause and effect, he remained silent and did not express his opinion on the Mountain's business practices for the time being.

He distributed the 'snack' noodles in his hand to several loyal family subordinates, and everyone tasted the noodles that could be eaten raw together, each with a few strands in their hands, putting them in their mouths, making a cracking sound.

Everyone was eating with relish for the first time in their lives.

Everyone had a surprised expression on their faces, and nodded to each other frequently.

Although the quality of these Kligan Noodles did not reach the Mountain's own ideal, and was far from the snow-white noodles he remembered from his previous life, and the thickness and quality of the noodles was not high, in this very backward semi-pastoral and semi-agricultural civilization, rarity and novelty were valued.

The Earl and the centurions had been completely conquered by a few raw noodles with eggs, snow salt, spices, and carefully prepared seasonings.

This taste was incomparable to the bread that had been eaten for decades and had numbed the taste buds.

When a large bowl of noodles with a fragrant aroma and hot steam was brought up, the Earl and several centurions did not hide the movement of their throats, and everyone's tongues salivated, swallowing a large mouthful of saliva.

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