The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 833 Breakfast together
Good morning, Your Majesty!

Good morning, Your Majesty!

"Good morning, Caslo..."

"You are just like a delicate orchid..."

Roland walked out sleepily, greeting everyone he saw.

"Hmm...hmm?" Roland greeted him, then suddenly felt as if he had missed something and quickly turned his head to look.

"Maple Forest Orchid? You're out so early, kid?" Roland finally realized something was wrong. You see, ever since Lilith came, Maple Forest Orchid could only be found around noon, because he was always with his wife in the mornings and evenings.

Because she had been in the void for too long, everyone urged Lilith to rest and recover. Even Charlie Pross, the charlatan, suggested after examining Lilith's injuries that the "old popsicle" should rest for as long as possible. Although her primordial injuries were healing quickly and almost completely, no one was comfortable with her representing the kingdom in battle now. After all, Roland's original words were that the kingdom did not need an injured person to save face for the kingdom.

“Um, Lilith said she’s hungry, so I came to find something to eat…” Fenglin Youlan said awkwardly. After all, she was his wife, and Fenglin Youlan couldn’t just give her a perfunctory answer. He had come specifically to “find food” for his wife.

"Well, it's a surprise to see you so early. You're busy..." Roland waved awkwardly. No wonder he saw him; his wife was hungry.

"By the way, haven't you been keeping an eye on your sisters these past few days? Are you really just letting Caslow take care of them?" Roland asked in surprise, knowing that Maple Forest Orchid was the head of the McDougal family...

"It's alright, I trust Caslow. Besides, the McDougal family isn't doing anything, so it doesn't matter whether I get involved or not..." Maple Forest Orchid shrugged indifferently.

Roland choked. The McDougal family was practically reduced to a handful, and paired with the Baikal family, now reduced to a single heir… they were quite a match made in heaven. While his sisters could share the burden of rebuilding the McDougal family, the responsibility of rebuilding the Baikal family rested entirely on his shoulders. But to be fair, Roland had also come out on top. From now on, the McDougal and Baikal families shared a common origin; in short, he was the one who benefited.

"I won't bother you anymore..." Roland waved his hand and turned to go to the government affairs hall. He was going to discuss some things with Adolf Heinrich.

……

"Your Majesty, greetings!" Adolf Heinrich bowed to Roland.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Adolf. Have you eaten?" Roland asked habitually.

"No, I haven't had time yet," Adolf Heinrich replied truthfully after a moment's hesitation.

"Let's have a meal together! What would you like to eat?" Roland beckoned to the servants who were following him.

"Just have whatever you like..." Adolf Heinrich said somewhat shyly, though he was very pleased that His Majesty had invited him to breakfast.

"Alright, then bring two servings of honey-glazed ribs, two servings of venison soup, two servings of seasonal vegetables, and a plate of bread!" Roland ordered the servant, who nodded with a hand on his chest and quickly left. "Is it really necessary to eat something so greasy so early in the morning?" Adolf Heinrich asked, somewhat surprised. He usually just had bread rolls with jam for breakfast.

"Knights expend a lot of energy and need to replenish it, so they generally consume a lot of meat..." Roland said to Adolf Heinrich, waving the chopsticks he had brought with him.

Originally, the Lagrange Empire used to eat with knives and forks, but after Roland arrived, he was deeply dissatisfied with the awkwardness of the knife and fork, so he took out the dining table artifact of the "Great Foodie Empire" - chopsticks. These two small wooden sticks made the Lagranges scratch their heads. They watched their king use the chopsticks with ease, while they, like uncivilized beasts, could only poke around with those two broken sticks. However, in order to show table manners, Roland would usually put out the knife and fork, but he would not use them and would use the familiar chopsticks instead.

"Oh! My Dragon God! How do you wield those two sticks so well?" Adolf Heinrich exclaimed in amazement as he watched Roland's chopsticks fly between his fingers. The pursuit of knowledge is an instinct of every mage, and he carefully observed Roland's hands, marveling at his skill.

“These are chopsticks, aren’t they very useful?” Roland said, demonstrating the chopsticks to Adolf Heinrich.

“I have seen how you use it and I understand its principle, but why…” Adolf Heinrich showed off his skills with a wry smile.

Roland couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Adolf Heinrich's right hand, which was practically cramping up from all the fuss. It reminded him of a foreigner who was using chopsticks for the first time, and how Adolf Heinrich's chopsticks were now wobbling from his handling.

“That’s because you’re not used to it yet. You’ll get used to it eventually!” Roland smiled. Adolf Heinrich was clearly the type of person whose brain and eyes could do it, but whose hands had their own ideas. Chopsticks weren’t difficult to use; it was just a matter of getting his stiff hands used to this kind of operation.

This is where we should praise Verway. The ranger's fingers are nimble and agile, which elevates his skills to a whole new level. Verway adapted much faster than the humans, and before parting ways with Roland, he was already able to pick up something the size of a broad bean!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please enjoy your meal!" Two servants entered carrying two trays, placed them in front of the two men, and laid out various condiments for them to use before retreating outside the door.

"Let's eat!" Roland unceremoniously took a loaf of bread from the basket and took a bite. The golden-brown bread was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a milky aroma wafting out. Roland nodded in satisfaction.

"You actually eat this kind of coarse bread?" Adolf Heinrich asked in surprise. In his memory, Roland had always eaten the finest white bread made from refined flour. How could he possibly eat this kind of coarse white bread with unground wheat bran?

"Haha, as long as there's something to eat, that's fine. I can still eat black bread, so what's the big deal?" Roland waved his hand dismissively.

“In Swiftstream City, Nyx was in charge of taking care of my daily life. The kitchen under her supervision must have been exquisite, after all, she is a girl… I’m here alone, so I don’t have so many fuss over things. I just eat whatever the soldiers eat!” Roland explained. It’s not wrong for his wife to care about him, but Roland can also share the hardships with the soldiers without his wife by his side. He doesn’t have those aristocratic quirks.

“Oh~” Adolf Heinrich nodded in understanding. After all, the Queen would never let the King eat coarse bread that only commoners eat. She would definitely order the kitchen to prepare exquisite meals. This is why Adolf Heinrich had never seen Roland eat any coarse food except when marching. Even when marching, Nyx would prepare food for Roland in advance. It’s just that this time he was away for too long and Roland ran out of food.

However, calling it coarse bread is already quite good. Compared to black bread, which is mixed with a lot of bran and grains, coarse bread is still considered white bread! Having experienced the kingdom's famine, Roland had no intention of treating bean buns as mere rations.

"Hmm? What are you doing?" Roland was chatting with Adolf Heinrich when he noticed Adolf Heinrich using chopsticks to pick up peas from the soup. His face was flushed because he didn't know how to use chopsticks, and it was getting hot.

"Never mind, no need!" Adolf Heinrich exhaled a breath of stale air and picked up the spoon from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)