Self-cultivation of dragon set

The local chef prepared a buffet for this banquet, including cold meat, fruit, vegetable salad, thick soup and grilled steak, mutton, salmon, cod and a small amount of local specialties of Warcraft, which are generally delicious and healthy.But the cook of the God of Saturn is different. The health concept has a big use on God, that is, a lot of oil and sugar must be added. Enough oil can bring enough fragrance!

Bai grabbed the carp, cut open the gills neatly, washed the blood and the black film in the cavity, cut off the fish's jaw with one knife, and then cut off the ribs on both sides of the abdominal cavity along the spine, cutting off the ribs.Three knives go down, and the belly of the fish is patted down on the chopping board. The slender river carp is patted into a triangular shape, and then slides into the oil pan with its tail in hand and fry it on high heat.

When the hot oil meets the cold fish, there is a piercing sound immediately. The smoke and the burnt aroma of fried fish permeate the whole kitchen, which makes the local chefs who are used to less oil and light taste look sideways.After frying, turn it over to reveal the browned fish meat. Fry the side with the scales in turn until the scales are crisp and the bones are crispy. The fish is considered to be fried.

The Temple of Saturn doesn't use much magic for combat, but there are many kinds of magic for food processing. Just heat preservation can be divided into one level, second level and third level.Bai doesn't need to be stingy with his divine power, taking action is the highest sealing magic, the moment the fish is taken out of the pot, the whole flavor is sealed, the heat will neither dissipate nor continue to heat the fish, just wait for it to be served on the table and delivered to the farmer. That moment before God.

A squid with a curved tail and a lively shape fell into the plate, and then its poor companion, the mandarin fish, suffered even more tragic injuries.At any rate, the carp does not need to be scaled or knifed, but the mandarin fish can’t even keep its body intact. Fish out until it is in the shape of a fish and put it on a plate.

When the first fish was cut for nothing, the chef was worried that he would hurt his hands when he cut the fish. After frying the second fish, everyone from the chef to the cleaning maid began to evaluate the taste of these dishes.However, the cook completely ignored the seasoning and didn't give everyone a chance to taste it. He also sealed the mandarin fish with a magical technique, and continued to toss the third fish.

The third one uses grass carp, but instead of slicing it for boiled fish as usual, it is cut into two pieces, half with the backbone and the other without, leaving only the back connected, and throwing the whole carp into the roll In the hot water, while soaking, scoop up the boiling water and pour it from the back to cook the fish.The cooking fume that filled the room dissipated, and the chefs and servants who breathed the fresh air felt rejoicing and regretful at the same time—the smell of hot fish was not as strong as that of fried fish.Although the previous two are not edible, at least they can be supplemented by the aroma, but now there is no supplementary material for this one!

Three fish that were barely in their original shape were placed on the plate, and the next silver carp couldn't even keep its body, leaving only two slices of the big head that had been cut in half and steamed in the tray, with a face covered with pickled peppers.The ribs on both sides of the remaining body were cut off, shaved off the skin, smashed into fine fish paste, and squeezed into a large bowl of fish balls.

It looks so delicious.

Why doesn't he have sauce?

Every fish does it differently.

Why doesn't this chef taste it so I have an excuse to follow suit!

The chef's resentment was almost written on his face. While looking at the fish cooked in vain, he tasted the can of stuffy beef he made to satisfy his hunger. He accidentally tasted half of the can.Now there is no way to paste the dough, so I had to pour out the other jars and reconstitute it, then wrap the skin and push it into the oven to destroy the traces of stealing.

While the leader was cooking the dishes himself, a real honored guest came to this temporarily rented teaching building.The future sub-master of the Devil's Cult, the butler of the Duke's Mansion personally introduced him to the hall; the future deputy altar-master and owner of the local chain restaurant Lesteron, who was in charge of arranging the seats, got up to greet him in surprise: "I didn't expect His Excellency the Duke to come here in person. This place really makes the Demon Cult flourish. No wonder His Excellency the leader has prepared the VIP seats in advance, and it turned out that he was waiting for you to come."

The honored guest took off the long black cloak on his body, revealing short gray hair and eyes that were always full of water, and replied with a smile: "I have not been invited, nor have I made an appointment in advance. If your Excellency can think of saving a seat for me, Maybe it's because our two hearts are connected, and we both feel the need to see each other."

The deputy altar master nodded attentively: "You are right, who else in this city is more worthy of seeing than you? His Excellency the leader probably did not dare to come to ask for your patronage because his status is not enough to ask for your patronage, but Save a seat so that Steward Searles can convey his wishes for him after the meeting?"

The duke's misty eyes narrowed, and the sad and sad expression faded a bit, showing a bit of sharpness: "Really? I hope that leader is as sensible as you said. I always like to associate with smart people, If he's not smart enough, it's going to cost him more money."

He covered his head with the hood again, and followed his butler to the VIP seat upstairs, which was independent of the guest seats in the hall, and asked the deputy altar master to inform the leader that he had arrived, so that he could meet with the mysterious person before the official lecture began. Talk to the Demon Cult leader who appeared.

The VIP was right next to the stairs on the second floor, with a huge table and a single sofa. The table was not filled with leaflets and brochures like other seats, but covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and lined with a set of cups, plates and Several pairs of knives and forks, red wine, white wine and various condiments in a white porcelain cup are placed on the table.

The Duke looked at the seasonings reservedly, and while taking off his cloak slowly, he asked the butler beside him: "These are the seasonings you sell? The leader Nobel placed the seasonings on the table for customers to taste, and then his Customers just pick out what they like and order it in bulk? It’s an interesting way to sell.”

The intended partner is a smart person, which is great news for anyone.His housekeeper and the future sub-forum leader of the Devil's Cult replied: "You are right. After the lecture is over, there will be a buffet here. Meat, you can dip it in the seasoning yourself, so that you can taste the original taste of the seasoning. I have ordered two boxes of seafood soy sauce for the kitchen, and it is said that new flavors of sesame salad dressing and chicken oil chili sauce will be released, and I will bring them for you to taste of."

As he spoke, he took off the duke's cloak, straightened the folds of his clothes, and brushed off the dust from his shoes.Just when Duke Duke had finished his appearance and was about to sit down, a bronze-skinned Sandcontri man in a gorgeous white silk robe and black hair hanging down his left chest suddenly walked in front of them. , stepping on a pair of high-soled gold slippers, walked up to the two of them, and sat in the VIP seat in front of them.

Fuck!Where did this man come from!

"Who are you, how can you sit in the seat of His Excellency the Duke!" It is impossible for the Duke himself to quarrel with others in a rude manner, and the housekeeper must shoulder the heavy responsibility of maintaining the dignity of the Duke's mansion.Even if he is about to become the leader of the Devil's Cult branch, now he has to risk offending a big client and reprimand this man who came out of nowhere.

The man who looked like a desert noble didn't even lift his head, let alone his ass.He sat on the sofa carelessly, as if the place was naturally prepared for him, picked up the red wine and poured a glass, shook the transparent glass goblet, and glanced at them through the glass that was not filled with wine.

Then he drank the glass of wine without saying a word.

Sellar was furious instantly, suppressed his anger, and asked on behalf of his master: "Your Excellency, I'm afraid I'm sitting in the wrong seat. This VIP seat is reserved for Duke Duke. Please leave here and sit down, is that okay?"

Hawthorne drank the wine, put down the glass, glanced past him, stopped somewhere in the air, and asked with a half-smile, "Isn't this my seat?"

"of course not……"

"Of course it is." Just as the branch leader's angry voice came out, he was interrupted by a faintly helpless answer.Startled, he followed the voice and saw a tall man in black with a golden mask climbing up the stairs. When he reached the table, he waved his hand, and there were a dozen more plates on the white tablecloth. .

"Master..."

The leader of the Demon Cult, who just appeared today, nodded to him, and when he stretched out his hand again, he held a 30 cm diameter cast iron pot with a curved bottom in his palm. Boiled grass carp body.

"West Lake Vinegar Fish, made of grass carp, has a lot of spines, so be careful when eating it."

After introducing this dish, he changed the pot again with a shake of his hand, scooped out the orange-red sweet and sour sauce and poured it on the fried mandarin fish in the shape of a chrysanthemum.When the crispy fried fish comes into contact with the sauce, there will be a crisp sound, and you can imagine the crisp and tender texture just by listening to the sound.

After introducing the squirrel mandarin fish, he changed the pot again, poured a lighter and more transparent sweet and sour sauce on the squid, then took a bite out of his chopsticks, tasted it, and then removed the magical magic attached to the dish. Reassuringly said: "No problem, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and sour, you must like it."

Huo Sang was not afraid of fish bones, so he immediately picked up a piece of vinegar fish with his chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce, tasted it, and finally said, "It tastes good, and the meat is very tender. How do you know I like this sweet and sour taste?" It’s not like that when you’re roasting meat or making stews.”

The Chinese food that foreigners love most is sweet and sour. If there is no pineapple, I plan to make ancient meat for you to eat.Bai smiled confidently, served another bowl of fish ball soup for the God of Agriculture, and put it in his hand. He tasted it and said, "That's because I am naturally intelligent and observant. I can tell what you like just by looking at it. But I really didn't expect you to eat it today." So neatly dressed, I thought you had to come shirtless."

If I had known that Hawthorne was so well-dressed, I would not have arranged for him to be on the second floor. I would have just stayed in the cafeteria. After the meeting, he would have finished eating. Wouldn’t it be less eye-catching for the customers to eat there again?

The God of Saturn chewed the crispy fish meat, chuckled lightly, and didn't take his words seriously.It took him so long to offer him a good meal. Such a favored person, even the sun god who loves to develop the favored people on the mainland, can't want it. give him a chance.

The Duke was left aside to watch the two discuss the taste of the dishes, his face was blue with embarrassment, and finally he couldn't help letting go of his reserve and opened his mouth: "Your Excellency, I am the local lord Duke Duke, you come to my territory Don't you plan to say hello to me to promote these ingredients?"

Bai put down his chopsticks, and bowed to him as if he had suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are the owner of Huolin City. I am just an ordinary businessman. I really dare not dream of climbing up to a noble like you. I didn't recognize it. Please excuse me for a long time." Waiting, please forgive me."

The Duke snorted softly, his face turned a little red, looked at the portrait in the corridor, and waited reservedly for the leader of the Demon Cult to sincerely apologise, and then went to the room with him to offer some innocuous small gifts such as political donations.It's a pity that Bai has always regarded him as a BOSS, and he didn't make up his mind. Although he was smiling, his body remained unshakable, and he ordered the altar master: "Altar Master Serar, please take care of your master for me. Here you have to please the investors too, whether the Demon Cult can gain a foothold in Huolin City is up to you."

investors?That's right, there are indeed many rich people in the Kingdom of Sand, and the man in front of him is also very luxuriously dressed, like someone who can do investment business.But no matter how rich this foreigner is, he is not a noble figure like their duke. If there is nothing wrong with your lord's mind, you should please the duke now instead of surrounding that Sandkang Cui man—Wan Once the Duke is really angered, they will not be able to build a branch of the Devil's Cult in the city!

He carefully persuaded the Duke to go to the room to rest first, and when he helped the Duke leave, his neck twisted almost beyond the limit of human beings, and he winked desperately, telling him to hurry up and coax the Duke.When the two entered the room, the God of Agriculture asked casually: "He has a demonic aura on him, the demon king you raised has already come into contact with him?"

As expected of a god, the little boss can't hide his knowledge from him at all.

Bai admired his sharpness, shook his head and said, "Who knows who he is in contact with. Anyway, we won't be here for a few days, and the sub-altar masters have been selected. Let their masters and servants do it themselves in the future. "

"Yeah." The god of agriculture wiped the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief, and glanced at him lightly: "I thought you were the kind of person who valued the safety of ordinary people more than your own life. I didn't expect you to have such guts? Really? Unlike those favored by the Sun God, they are all martyrs with a sense of justice."

"That's why I'm your god-favored one." Bai unceremoniously pulled the god he served below the moral standard line: "Your other god-favored person also doesn't like to cause trouble outside like me, right?" ? I also want to save a useful body to serve you."

"..."

The god of agriculture was silent for a while, and decisively broke his delusion: "He is different from you. He reads a lot and can write scriptures to explain God's will."

……

Ha ha.

Dessert is gone tonight!

Bai put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said goodbye to the god of agriculture: "I'm going to find out about that duke, and I'm going to make a report in a while. You can go back after eating, don't wait for me."

The god of agriculture didn't think about the dessert for a while, so he waved his hand and let the cook go down first.

Bai got up and went straight to the Duke's room, opened the door and went in to say hello to the still sulking Duke. "My investor was rude to you just now, and I am here to apologize on his behalf. But he is not only an investor, but also a benefactor who has always supported my family, so I have to appease him first, please forgive me."

The Duke finally looked forward to his apology, and put on airs to sarcasm a few words, but the person who was stabbed didn't respond as if he didn't understand, and the excitement was all back to his heart.The Duke really had no choice but waved his hand to let Serar leave first, closed the door, and finally began to speak human words.

"Your Excellency, I want to ask you for someone—no, an elf."

Bai stood quietly at the door, his eyes slightly lowered, the complicated light in his eyes was blocked by the long eyelashes dyed black, and he couldn't see the expression at all.The Duke thought he was waiting for his price, so he took out a black spar from the space ring and held it in his palm: "This is a void stone that can absorb all kinds of magic and offset all magic attacks. It has been sold on the black market. It's 4 gold coins per gram. This stone is 20 grams, and each use can offset three magister-level magic attacks, enough to buy 10 of the most beautiful noble maidens."

Bai's hands in his long sleeves trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "You want to buy that elf from me? But he is my field worker and customer, not my slave, and I have no right..."

"You have power! I am the lord of this land. In Huolin City, I am power. I allow you to do such a thing!"

Damn!Is this the use of power for personal gain to bully me?What I hate the most is you pretending to be a B offender!Do you know that buying and selling people is a crime of beheading in China?Do you know that buying and selling precious animals can also be sentenced to death?Returning a noble maiden, how many such illegal activities have you done before? You are so experienced!I didn't realize it when I was reading novels, but when it was my turn, I really wanted to crush the old man's eggs!Bai Qiang suppressed his anger and asked: "War Wolf Mercenary Group lives in the City Lord's Mansion, can't you catch him yourself, why use my Demon Cult?"

The duke's head was raised high, his expression was indifferent, and a ruthless and decisive brilliance flashed in his wet gray eyes: "It's because they live in the city lord's mansion that it's hard for me to do anything. The revenge of the elves is too annoying. I don't want to get involved in such troubles. And my daughter has a very close relationship with her, and I don't want her to know about it. You are her leader, and she will not be more defensive if you do it. It is more secretive and easy to succeed, no ?"

I am not only his leader, I am him himself.But what happened to this "her"?That mask may look a bit like a woman, but his figure is a standard male elf figure. Is this duke lame? Can this be misunderstood?

Heh, he didn't want to get involved in the main plot. Since Duke Duke doesn't have eyes, he's not being polite—it was he himself who asked the leader of the Demon Cult to get involved, so don't blame me for stabbing him in the back He cut it!