When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 957: Privy Monk Lysander

The restaurant on the second floor of the Holy See Building is bustling with people, and it is the busiest time of the day.

The sound of conversations came one after another, with the clinking of plates as interludes, and occasional bursts of unbridled laughter.

These senior monks of the Holy Alliance are generally young, and the oldest is no more than fifty years old.

Perhaps because past wars were too cruel, they all loved to laugh and laugh loudly during the relatively peaceful days.

Senior monks from various departments sat around a small round table, chatting while waiting for the waiters to serve the food.

Although the Vatican City Building originally had a restaurant, it was only installed in the past two years.

After all, in the past two years, with the promotion and establishment of the Enqing Market, the food supply of the Holy Equipment Court, as the center of the Holy Alliance, has gradually become richer.

Taking into account the health of the cardinals and the impact of delicious food on morale, Horn agreed to let Sissi allocate a budget for the construction of restaurants and cafeterias.

Catherine used her connections to hire a chef named Fran and set up a restaurant exclusively for senior monks.

In the entire Holy See Building, only those who are of the rank of Sima monk and above are allowed to dine inside, a number less than fifty people.

However, the stingy Pope won't give you the leeway to order food.

There is one set meal for breakfast, and three sets for lunch and dinner. If you don’t want to eat, forget it.

The food they eat will naturally not be the luxurious royal court cuisine of France, but a downgraded middle-class version of the royal cuisine.

For example, the set meal Todd is currently eating.

The appetizer of braised river scallops in red sauce is a degraded version of the cold-pickled crystal fish rolls in flan.

The starter was pepper-fried Iberian pork leg, a degenerate version of the famous French court dish, smoked berry venison knee.

The soup was cheese and onion soup and the dessert was honey baked apples.

The staple food is either rice, cereal or bread.

In general, the production can be restored, but the ingredients should not be too high-end, as long as they are fresh and easily available.

To prevent some people from creating the situation of "Shengsun likes venison, but Shenglian has no young deer".

However, compared with the current living standards of the citizens, the daily meals that the senior monks eat are already at a level that they can barely eat once every half a month.

What the citizens eat on a daily basis is still the improved version of the hometown stir-fried dishes brought by Horn.

Horn has nothing to do after get off work every day, so he would go to the kitchen to tinker with the Chinese food he is most familiar with.

It is called the improved version because some of the seasonings are not found in this world, and there are differences in taste between the same crops.

For example, Horn had to use brown sauce instead of soy sauce and red sauce instead of sweet and sour sauce.

Things like red sauce tenderloin and brown sauce roast pork can only simulate 70% to 80% of the taste (the Thousand River Valley Mountain County is rich in large black pigs).

The advantage is that it is easy to make, can be cooked in just a few minutes, is quick, convenient and tastes good.

Ordinary Holy Union workers, clerks, and other low-ranking monks ate in the stir-fry canteen on the first floor.

Some senior monks are not used to the modified French cuisine and would eat downstairs instead.

With the abundant heat source of cheap peat, the cooking method of cooking with overflowing fire has become popular among citizens.

And this kind of stir-fry is not limited to common people.

Making the ingredients a little more high-end and serving them in the Holy See Restaurant is another set menu for today.

Horn specifically called this dish the Aiel Renaissance dish, and it is the dish that authentic Aiel people eat.

It must be eaten with two thin wooden sticks and rice crackers, which is very particular.

Those French court dishes are degenerate versions of the Holy League, and there are also degenerate versions of degenerate versions among the people.

Therefore, this French cuisine and Al-French cuisine are still being integrated among the people.

Horn himself didn't realize that, unknowingly, with the continuous improvement of economic level and the gradual acceleration of commodity circulation, the Holy Union gradually began to develop its own unique cuisine. However, facing this table of sumptuous dishes, Todd's fork kept forking the pork leg and he couldn't eat a single bite.

The privy monk Lysander looked up and saw that the Master had not eaten. He wiped his mouth elegantly with a handkerchief and asked curiously, "Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

Todd looked up at the young monk and hesitated.

This Lysander monk was a mountain man who had once been a notary and later entered the Holy Alliance government through Silvis.

Later, he went to the University of the Holy See for further studies, and after the Second Thousand Valley War, he followed me to South Mound County.

He worked there for four years, and he arranged all kinds of matters in an orderly manner, whether simple or complex, big or small.

Lysander had been his most capable assistant so far, so it should be okay to tell him.

Lysander dragged his chair, leaned to Todd's side, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Sir Todd, I am your privy monk. You can tell me anything."

Todd lowered his head slightly as his fingertips stroked the fork handle. “In the meeting that just ended, Her Highness Jeanna asked me to meet her after lunch.”

"Are you sure what she meant?" Being interviewed by the Saint was no small matter, and Lysander asked immediately.

Todd shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I'm afraid it might be the mudslide incident. I'm not at ease."

"Oh," Lysander said anxiously, "are you wrong about this? Of course you are right."

"If it's not wrong, why hide it?"

"Because it's not rational at all, let me put it this way." Lysander licked his lips, "Will you be reprimanded if you report the mudslide?"

"meeting."

"The resistance to building the mountain road is already great. If this is reported and the news spreads, will it affect the subsequent construction of the mountain road?"

"Influence."

"You said you made a mistake, but who could have predicted a mudslide? You said you did nothing wrong, but you'll be punished if you report it." Looking back at the time on the clock, Lysander clapped his hands, "Look, you've become a double-edged sword, right?"

Todd looked at the pepper sauce on the plate and remained silent.

“I know that His Majesty the Holy Grandson loves the people, but this was an accident. How can one be demoted because of an accident?

The rules are set like this, so there must be something unreasonable that should be fixed. If they are not fixed now, can we bear this loss?"

"Are we hiding this from the Holy See? We'll have to fight till the end on the battlefield." Todd stared at Lysander sternly.

"My Lord, this is not a battlefield. If you report this, the monks below, who are doing a good job, will be implicated. Is this appropriate?"

Seeing Todd suddenly straighten up and start eating meat in big mouthfuls, Lysander understood.

He knew President Todd too well and knew that he was hesitating.

In the first place, you can't take this kind of loss.

President Todd Xiu is easy to deal with, as he has reached the top of his career.

I am still young. If I am to stay in South Mound County for another four years because of this matter, when will I be able to become a royal priest?

Knowing that this blow went straight to Todd's heart, Lysander struck while the iron was hot: "This central meeting is to reallocate resources.

Once you report this, when the meeting comes, no matter what benefits are given, other monks will use this matter to shut you up. Is this appropriate?

If other counties had also covered up the incident, they might not have handled it as well as you did. In the end, they were fine but you suffered. Is that fair?
It’s not like we didn’t do anything, nor did we fail to report it. The result is good, so why bother about the process?”

"I have to say something to you." Todd swallowed the bread in his mouth, "You should listen to more lectures on theology these two days. You have a lot of bad ideas in your mind.

...I'm the first to take charge of this matter, but I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for South Mound County.

After the meeting is over and everything is finalized, we will report it together and eat together any punishments."

"Of course." Lysander showed a row of bright white teeth.

(End of this chapter)