Durin's Diary

Chapter 802 A Small Family Dinner

In the winter in the North, the nights are always so long and endless. Outside, Durin asked the magician to bring all the prepared food to the table.

Alessandro sat at the table. He declined repeatedly, but was still sent to the first seat by Dulin.

Reed had already lit the candlestick. The candlestick, made of pure silver and placed in the center of the dining table, was exquisitely crafted. The rectangular base looked like rolling waves, with fine silver foam jumping on the crest of the wave. The candlestick climbed in a double spiral structure, and the silver leaves of the grape vines wrapped around it even had hollow veins on them.

At the bottom of the pedestal, there is a line of words - I am trapped in the purgatory called loyalty.

Isn't it? The candle arms fork asymmetrically from two-thirds of the main stem, and eventually split into seven tulip-shaped wax trays of different heights. The serrated patterns on the edges of the petals show the unevenness left by pure handmade production. When the red candle wax slowly drips down the inner wall, it forms an amber-like stalactite landscape.

A true work of art, if it could appear in our time, it would be absolutely priceless.

Daju praised the candlestick highly.

This candlestick is in the Rococo style and is from the 18th century. It must be at least a hundred centuries later in your place. In history, it is equivalent to something from the era of legends and myths.

Eleven explained the trick this way.

Du Lin sighed in his heart at the uniqueness of history, and at the same time began to introduce the dishes he made to the old Duke.

Du Lin mentioned before that his long career as an assassin gave him enough time to train skills other than killing, and cooking was one of them.

Just like the chicken soup cooked by Du Lin, most of them are now bubbling and steaming in three clay pots, with golden oil spots on the milky white soup. The chicken breasts in the pot have been stewed until they are tender and rotten, and the old ginger and dates that were previously added as spices have been removed and discarded.

The chicken becomes the most delicious thing in the soup, and the mushrooms soaked in the soup float in it. It is sure to be popular with northern diners. After all, they, like the Farol people, are the most fond of mushrooms in the north and south of this land.

The main dish, the beef stew, was greeted with an exclamation from the old duke as soon as the lid of the bowl was opened.

The beef chunks in the white ceramic bowl were evenly cut into thick slices and soaked in thick soup, part of which came from chicken juice and part from the beef itself. The dark red meat fibers half poured into the bowl were emitting a rich aroma, and diced carrots and potato cubes were floating in the soup, bringing a different visual experience to this bowl of meat.

"What else can you do, kid? Do you have time to learn how to cook besides getting stronger all day long, or are you grassland elves born with this talent?" The old duke sighed while sniffing the fragrance in the air.

"The spices you use are very good. Are they sold by Chang Tang people?"

"Yes, and some they gave me. I have a small place over at the Twin Mothers where I grow all kinds of spices."

As Du Lin spoke, he handed the old duke a plate of white truffle noodles - this was also one portion per person.

This board is actually made differently in the Eastern Territory and Farol. Dulin uses the Eastern Territory's production method.

The noodles were made by Durin using the hands of a wizard, and can be considered handmade. Due to the long period of kneading, coupled with the high-quality cheese and honey of the grassland elves, the wide noodles are as chewy as silk, covered with thick cream sauce, and mushrooms that are stir-fried until slightly charred to fix the aroma, and then added with amber cream sauce made from cream, milk and chocolate, and garnished with freshly shaved truffle slices.

The moment he opened it, the old Duke looked at his granddaughter with full conviction: "I thought I found you a hero on the battlefield, but I didn't expect he was also a hero in the kitchen." Reed smiled a little foolishly. It was the first time she saw Du Lin giving full play to his skills in the kitchen.

Du Lin smiled and served the last dish to today's guests.

Sidney Foie Gras.

After learning the preservation techniques, the ingredients in Du Lin's hands are all the freshest, such as the caramel-colored foie gras displayed on the plate, its surface is fried until it is slightly wrinkled, and its golden brown color reveals an agate-like oily luster.

Why? Because Du Lin added a little honey.

"For three people, I can't do much. I hope Duke Alessandro and my Astrid will like it."

"I like it so much." The little girl from Dulin had stars in her eyes.

The old duke sighed, "Although it's Sidney's dish, you added honey. I like your domineering grassland elf style of play."

At this point, he laughed and raised his empty glass.

The wizard's hands had already opened the Sicilian wine and poured it for the old duke.

Du Lin also raised his glass and said with a smile: "Before this family dinner begins today, I hope there are no vegetarians here."

Then he sat down.

The old duke had already tasted a bite of beef that the wizard had brought him. He sighed with satisfaction, "I believe that the dishes you cook will make even the pickiest elves forget that they only eat fruit."

"That's an exaggeration." Du Lin replied with a smile.

"No, no, no, you have to trust my taste buds. When I was young, I lived in Copenhagen with your grandfather for several years. I really like the Eastern cuisine he made, especially those with honey. And today I ate a dish with honey again. This foie gras is really good, very fresh."

"I learned the preservation technique." Du Lin explained.

"That's great. It's a pity that I'm from the north, and Sidney won't teach me this technique." After saying that, the old duke tried another bite of white truffle noodles, then looked at Du Lin: "Your grandfather used to make it this way, but it was Jean and Robert who kneaded the dough for him. The two brothers were cunning and didn't make the dough well. Your noodles are very chewy, I like them."

"Let's talk about something else, Duke, such as the situation in the North." Du Lin tasted the beef stew he made himself. It was very delicious, and the beef melted in his mouth. The kitchen experience brought by the magic flame could not be replaced by a mechanical stove.

"Ever since my father took over, I've never had so much peace of mind as I have in the past two years. The Northern Army has new rifles and muskets, a constant supply of logistics, and the latest mechanized chariots. The cannons on them can even blow Chaos Cultist warlocks skyward from two kilometers away." At this point, the old duke, after taking a sip of chicken soup, was a little amazed. "My God, this chicken soup tastes really good."

"Thank you. Please tell me and the Eastern Lord what you need. As long as you can control the northern border and let the Chaos believers freeze to death in the north, it will be the best help to us." Du Lin said here and looked at Reed. The little girl finally couldn't control herself and started eating and drinking.

(End of this chapter)