Durin's Diary

Chapter 283 Trouble...

"Honestly, since I was a child, I've been most exposed to the Church of the Twin Mothers. As for the Primordial Creator, to be honest, I've mostly seen the stern bishop, the responsible deacon, and the awe-inspiring cathars." At this point, Du Lin pointed back along the path he'd taken. "Coming to Everforged Fortress, I'm even more convinced of this. It's said that long ago, this place was just a beacon tower."

Durin mentioned the Kingdom of Gamida and how the Crusaders of the Prime Creator gradually took back this land from the green-skinned orcs. So Durin finally pointed to the banner on the storyboard and said: "The Prime Creator liberated this land. Obviously, this has nothing to do with love or peace. We took this land back from the terrible green-skinned orcs and defended it. We want to let everyone on this land know the meaning of our existence."

It's still a big circle.

Several cardinals on the stage had friendly expressions on their faces.

The dwarf cardinal who had asked the question nodded with great satisfaction. "I have no further questions. Mr. Durin's explanation is entirely consistent with my understanding. Thank you, my colleagues, for your understanding."

He walked down from the podium.

Another halfling bishop stepped onto the stage, his expression somewhat grim. "Mr. Durin, in your shot, the one with only a tuft of hair is a halfling? Attacking a halfling at their most vulnerable spot is quite excessive."

"Ah..." Du Lin hesitated to speak.

"Speak." The old man sitting in the main seat said with a smile.

Du Lin looked embarrassed: "This is actually our grassland elves. I drew this scene to make fun of myself."

As the circle appeared under Dulin's feet, the cardinals finally burst into laughter.

Du Lin also spoke kindly, "There are actually quite a few scenes about halflings in the hospital scenes later on. Perhaps you didn't recognize them because they were wearing white robes."

The halfling on the stage was stunned and looked at his friend beside him. The latter flipped through the storyboards and found several. He compared these with his friend and wiped his forehead. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Durin, I..." "It's okay. Halflings and grassland elves get along well. Please don't mind."

Du Lin said this with a smile, and a big circle appeared under his feet again.

The halfling finally nodded, walked off the stage, and hugged Durin: "Thank you for forgiving me, son."

The old man in the main seat confirmed that no one else was coming up and nodded. "Since my colleagues have no further questions, Mr. Du Lin, how long will it take you to produce the finished product?"

"One week, but could you please not let Mr. Angelio Gallagher follow me anymore? Look, I went to the bathroom and there were two of his subordinates outside the door." Du Lin couldn't help laughing when he said this.

As the circle appeared under Dulin's seat, Anglia Gallagher sitting next to him and the elderly people on the stage also laughed.

"Well, I'll be here waiting for your good news in a week. We old folks will be the first audience."

"No problem, my Lords. Please trust the professional ethics of the Son of Elsh."

Since there was no problem, Du Lin stood up.

After shaking hands with all the old men and women one by one, Du Lin finally said goodbye to His Excellency Angallio: "Then can I take my girls back home?"

"No problem, do you need me to take you there?"

"That's not necessary. We know the way, so don't worry."

After parting with Lord Angario, Dulin returned to the cafeteria and found his girls: "We can return to the Everburning Nest."

"We will start working after we get back, right?" Anta asked Du Lin.

"Of course, but it's okay. We have a week." At this point, Du Lin turned his head to look at Maria who was still eating the cake: "Is this cake really that delicious?"

"It's delicious. Do you want to eat it?" Maria said as she handed over the cake in her hand.

Du Lin took a small bite and said, "Oh, I see. It's pancakes with meat sauce and sweet jam. If you want to eat it, I'll go back and make you Lublin meat pie."

"That's great." Maria was happy.

You really are a leader among children, Du Lin. Daju laughed.

When the children want to eat something, I naturally have to give them some care.

………………

Dulin did what he said. At noon today at the big pot, Dulin held a lottery - in addition to himself and the girls, there were also sixty large Lublin meat pies.

Made with the dedication of Dolin, Anta, and Melinda.

First, Durin made a hole in the center of the huge pile of flour, then beat in the eggs according to the proportion, and then began to stir with the help of the mage's hands.

Anta was making sweet jam on the side - in Lublin, Anta would personally make the freshest sweet jam, peel the sweet fruit skin with the hands of a wizard, use a blender to blend the pulp into a jam, and then add honey and maple syrup.

At the same time, Melinda was using two kitchen knives to chop the meat into pieces. Although the Northern hunters were good at shooting, they were not behind in using knives.

After Du Lin had kneaded the dough, he immediately rolled it into long strips and divided it into seventy different balls.

The wizards' hands began to make the pie crust with rolling pins.

Anta dehydrates the prepared sauce.

Melinda added some cheese cubes to the minced meat and began chopping it a second time.

A prairie elf customer exclaimed approvingly from the counter: "It's Lublin meat pie, right, Mr. Dulin?"

"Yes, where are you from?"

"Babuluisky, the eastern part of the east." The elder smiled at this. "Today, my child came to the Everburning Nest with him. He came out to relax with his childhood playmate."

"The Everburning Nest is a great place, sir. Are you planning a lottery today?"

"No, my wife is from Lublin, but I've never seen a pancake made like yours." The old man stood up and said, "I have to go back to my room first, otherwise when my children and wife come back, my secret drinking experience downstairs will be exposed."

"What an interesting elder." Anta smiled and shook his head: "Dulin, will you be like this in the future?"

"I don't drink, and even if I smoke, it's herbal cigarettes that can heal the lungs. What do I have to worry about?" Du Lin answered here, grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the prepared pie crust.

Anta brought up the jam.

Melinda brought over the meat sauce.

Du Lin scooped a spoonful of meat sauce and half a spoonful of jam, wrapped the dough, and rolled the cake with a rolling pin.

Anta pushed the pan assembly over.

Du Lin put the cake on.

Soon, the aroma of cakes filled the entire restaurant.

Both sides of the first pancake had turned golden brown. Du Lin used the magic hand to take the pancake out of the pan, cut it into two pieces, and put it on a plate.

As usual, Maria, the biggest taster on the third floor, took the first bite.

Under the nervous attention of all the diners, the little wolf showed a very satisfied and happy smile.

That’s right. Although this is not a delicacy from the mountains or the sea, it is the taste of home, a delicacy that cannot be bought with money.

(End of this chapter)