Ride and Cut

　　 "What kind of beast is this, I have never seen it before." As a mage, Sauron could feel the faint fluctuations in Qiqiu's body, and of course he would not mistake him for a flying squirrel like Annie.

　　 But this kind of fluctuation is too weak, the rank is definitely not high, let alone the lethality, as a pet stunt is not bad.

　　 "It's not a monster, it's a survivor of the Titans." Richard said with a stern face, "Don't look small, but you can inherit the purest Titan origins."

　　 "Haha." Sauron clapped his legs and laughed.

　　 Richard spread his hands, looking innocent, "Do you think I'm kidding?"

　　 "It's not that I thought, you were joking." Sauron hooked his finger at Qiqiu, and stopped seeing it showing no response. As a mage, I am a little curious about new species that I have never seen before, but only a little bit.

　　 "Wise." Richard gave a thumbs up, and he knew that the more concealed these days, the more people were inquiring, and the more truthful it was, the less no one would believe it.

　　What kind of world!

　　 "Little nigger, go and call a halfling cook over." Richard juggled a few hazelnut kernels from his pocket and placed them in front of Qiqiu.

　　 Qiqiu stuffed all the nuts in his mouth and stored it, his cheeks were bulging, and his limbs once again turned into a black whirlwind on the grass and went away.

　　 "Is it so clever?" Sauron waited eagerly, wondering if he could call a halfling.

　　 "Wait and see." Richard seemed confident.

　　 As expected, the halfling chef with a white top hat slowly approached him step by step. Brought soy sauce and spices, and also took over Richard's work.

　　 They were far more skillful than the Lord Lord, and soon after processing the squid, they began to grill the squid on the iron plate.

　　 The knife pressed the ingredients and closely contacted the hot oil on the iron plate, and the sound of "Zila Zila" was constantly heard.

　　 The final dish of the halfling lay on a porcelain plate, which looked like curly wheat ears, with a snow-white background and some amber sauce hanging on it. The edges are slightly burnt, but the inside is still very tender. When the two rows of teeth are squeezed, some of the juice locked inside will slightly overflow.

　　 is hot, slightly scent of fireworks, but very fresh and sweet.

　　 "It's delicious, the craftsmanship is great, and your sauce is good." Sauron is an expert, and he found the key after a taste. Taking a deep breath of the soy sauce scorched on the iron plate, he nodded in praise.

　　 "Thanks for the prize." Richard immediately raised his eyebrows.

　　 "I don't boast, it's good, it's good, there is no need to be humble." Sauron ate another piece and grinned with scalding teeth, but he insisted on swallowing.

　　 "I am going to open a high-end restaurant specifically for the nobles." Richard said his plan.

　　 Sauron’s evaluation gave him a lot of confidence, but the basic set of Alpine Fort was difficult to deal with miscellaneous things in the wilderness, so he was ready to pull Coron's head snake into the group.

　　 "Lord, are you ready to participate in a share?"

　　 Sauron frowned, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth while chewing, but finally shook his head, "Richard, I'm serious, this business is not so easy to make money."

　　 The lord hasn’t spoken yet, and the cook who is busy frying the squid quits for now, "My lord, the dishes we master are beyond imagination."

　　 Halflings have the capital to be proud-their new employer, Lord Richard, the lord of the mountain castle, although not very good at craftsmanship, but is full of theories that do not come from, and has a very new and systematic knowledge of food.

　　 Even if they are as proud as halflings, they have to admit that this knowledge is of great reference value for them. Since the lord's guidance, half-length people are like mice falling into a rice tank, and the whole world is ushered in.

　　 They are indeed too talented in cooking, and completed the process of being blue in a few days. Now the entire alpine fort, from the lord to the slaves, is full of praise for their craftsmanship, and even the halflings themselves feel that they have made great progress.

"Dear Mr. Chef, I fully believe in your craftsmanship, but the key has never been the taste." Sauron put down his fork and said seriously, "The chief of the Wilderness likes Pompeii food, and our Pompeii nobles admire the Southern Saint. Is Jose demeanor just because of the taste?"

　　 San Jose is a country located in the south of Pompeii. It has a slightly smaller area but stronger strength. Historically, there have been border conflicts with Pompeii. It was only in recent years that a short-term peace was achieved.

　　 But even so, it is an indisputable fact that the gorgeous and enthusiastic San Jose culture has become increasingly popular among Pompeii aristocratic youth. Regardless of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, they are willing to imitate the richer country with a warmer climate.

　　 Richard is vaguely aware of the problem, but he won’t be Richard if he doesn’t stubbornly, "isn’t it?"

　　 "Your knowledge of business is too simple." Sauron moved his hips on the cushion to get closer to Richard. "For the common people, the benefits and taste are the most important, but the upper level is not that simple."

　　 "Don't the upper class pay attention to taste?" Richard asked him to say that and he was a little confused.

"I like to cut the beef into thin slices and marinate it and then deep-fry it~www.readwn.com~ mix it with pepper, salt and dried minced garlic." Sauron gave him an example, "This thing is easy to make and cheap. Who can say no? It's delicious? But no famous restaurant will treat it as the main dish for hospitality."

　　 Li Cha saw that he didn't seem to want to continue eating, and he took a bite of a fork while listening.

"The rich eat not only for appetite, but fashion and fashion are the most important." Sauron held up a cup and drank tea to moisturize his throat. Western style, so the San Jose restaurant can be popular. To be honest, I don’t have much interest in San Jose flavor, but I have to visit it occasionally because of decentness."

　　 Richard couldn't help guessing that Sauron must have suffered a great loss in this regard, and he was the one who came here.

"And the craftsmanship of the Gaoshanbao chef is good. After all, it is not delicious enough to not eat the dead." Sauron summed it up earnestly: "The flavor of the wild cannot be popular in Pompeii, let alone an instant hit, unless You have the patience to manage it slowly."

　　 "Baron Richard, do you have the patience?" Sauron retorted.

　　 Lord Lord, of course not, his purpose is to make quick money, not to contribute to Pompeii's spiritual civilization. It takes too much time and cost to operate slowly, and both of them are what he lacks most.

　　 "Actually, there is a possibility." Richard rested his chin in thought.

　　 "Haha, yes." Sauron couldn't bear to hit a young man's dream, even if it was a little lofty.

　　 "If Alpine Castle can become as prosperous as San Jose in the future, this business can be done. But when one day comes, you probably won't be able to get a small amount of money."

　　 After he finished speaking, he looked down and found that the food was gone.