Frost Axe returned to the Hearthstone Tavern late at night.
Calculating the time, he realized that he had been in this tavern for almost two years.
The Hearthstone Tavern had opened many branches in Noland, and he had visited all of them, but this was the one he was most familiar with.
Frost Axe went straight to the tavern's kitchen as soon as he entered.
"Is there any more dried meat for tonight? Hurry up and give it to me … Josiah?"
Frost Axe pushed open the kitchen door and found that there were quite a few people inside.
"We've finished tearing down Long Ears' house. It took some time to dispose of the waste."
Frost Axe rubbed the dust off his nose and walked to Josiah's side, looking up at the food on the table.
"What are you doing now? Bread with meat in it? "
"To be precise, it's a fried chicken burger. In fact, it's no different from bread with meat in it."
Josiah and the chef of the Hearthstone Tavern took less than half an hour to come up with this.
The chef hired by Madam Marina was very professional. At least, he was proficient in the cuisines of many countries, even the cuisines of the Great Xia Kingdom.
"How much is this?"
Frost Axe looked like he was starving, or else he would have started his journey in the tavern's main hall.
"It's free for now. You can try it, Frost Axe."
Josiah wanted to try the taste of the world's first fried chicken burger.
The old dwarf had just returned from the construction site in the Forgotten Land, and Josiah did not mind giving him this achievement that was not considered a special honor.
Frost Axe did not refuse, and directly took a bite of the burger on the table. The first bite … Frost Axe did not even swallow the food in his mouth.
This horrifying way of eating clearly told Josiah that he did not have time to evaluate the taste of this thing.
Frost Axe spent less than ten seconds to finish the world's first fried chicken burger.
After he swallowed all the food in his mouth, Frost Axe spoke again …
"Is there more?" Frost Axe asked.
"Of course, but I can't let you eat for free … if it's just one burger."
Josiah turned to look at Marina.
She should be able to come up with a suitable price for the dishes.
Madam Marina immediately made a six sign to Josiah.
"Six silver coins per serving."
When Josiah said the price, Marina's face showed a panicked expression.
She opened her mouth to correct Josiah's mistake, but Frost Axe had already taken out a pile of gold coins and lined them up on the table.
"Give me ten servings first." Frost Axe said.
"Just do it, don't worry about us."
Josiah said to the chef in the kitchen. After receiving the order, he immediately began to process the remaining chicken ingredients on the table like before.
After the chef learned the method, the speed of cooking became very fast. Frost Axe ate the first three servings at an astonishing speed, and by the fourth serving, he began to burp.
"Put the rest on the plate. It's been a long night."
The biological clock of the dwarves in Noland was completely different from that of humans. They could go as long as four days without sleep, and then use one day to make up for all the lost sleep.
In the end, Josiah could only watch Frost Axe leave the kitchen with the three hamburgers on a tray.
"Mr. Josiah … Your price is really too high." After seeing Frost Axe leave, Madam Marina immediately ran in front of Josiah and said, "The ingredients you used are all worth less than three silver coins."
"What do you think is a suitable price, and then go and tell Frost Axe to refund the money."
Josh glanced at the fire-breathing chicken on the table. This chicken was about the size of a small ostrich, and it would be no problem for it to cook up to a hundred hamburgers with no problem at all.
Madam Marina calculated in her heart. When she was about to take the money to find Frost Axe, the tavern's door was pushed open again.
"Madam Marina, the dwarves outside said to add another fifty … that kind of bread with meat, and they also said that it must be the same as Frost Axe's tribe chief." The servant said in a panic.
This time, it was Madam Marina's turn to look at Josiah with a surprised gaze. She had almost forgotten how many times she was shocked by what this Chaos Demon had done.
"The dwarves of the Blackrock tribe said they need more." Another servant ran into the kitchen and directly put a bag of gold coins on the table.
"Do it, we can't let the guests wait there."
Josiah's words made the remaining chef in the kitchen immediately start to work.
"These gold coins can buy nearly five hundred servings. Mr. Josiah … The white turkey in the ingredients warehouse is not enough."
Madam Marina picked up the bag with the Blackrock tribe's mark, roughly estimated the gold coins inside, and made this judgment.
"Then change to other meat ingredients. You have to negotiate the price with the dwarves outside. Also, there is only one chef in the kitchen and it can't handle it all. What about the others?"
Josiah glanced at the chef. No matter how experienced he was, he became flustered in the face of such a sudden surge in orders.
"I will contact the other chefs who have already gone home, but … they might be a little short on manpower. Mr. Josiah, your dinner tonight …"
Madam Marina remembered that Josiah initially came to the kitchen with the intention of cooking dinner himself.
"Give me a pot and seasoning. Also, find some meat and cut it into thin slices. Also, bring the vegetables upstairs."
Josiah pondered for a moment and gave up the idea of snatching food from the dwarves.
"Josiah, I'm already a little full …"
Hiri was still nibbling on a vegetable that looked like cauliflower. Hiri had been eating raw vegetables in the kitchen for the whole night.
"It should be fine to eat a little more."
While Josiah was talking with Hiri, the kitchen had begun to get busy.
Madam Marina let more servants into the kitchen to work.
Josiah did not bother these chefs. He directly chose a seemingly large pot in the kitchen and left the kitchen.
… …
The Prophet was thinking about what she had done all day.
During the day, she took her apprentices to participate in the Noland Spellcaster assessment, and at the same time gave the 27 kinds of potions she had refined to the Potioneering Guild for testing.
At noon and afternoon, she followed Josiah to make strange drinks. Because the drinks had a high commercial value, the Prophet did not think she was wasting time.
Now it was night … Josiah had made a brand new product.
The Prophet stood at the stairs and looked at the dwarves on the first floor who were eating hamburgers. She was basically sure that this thing would be a big seller in the future.
"Your Highness Josiah, I think your food can be separated and sold separately."
The Prophet went upstairs again. In the corridor outside the second floor, Josiah had set up a hanging pot.
Under the hanging pot, the Broiling Stone was emitting hot heat, and the soup was constantly boiling. Josiah was biting his chopsticks and did not listen to the Prophet's words at all.
"Let's put the business aside and eat tonight's dinner first. Prophet, aren't you hungry?" Josiah threw a wooden bowl to the Prophet.
The Prophet caught the wooden bowl firmly. She wanted to answer Josiah that she was not hungry.
But the fragrance of the hanging pot of soup finally made her have the desire called 'appetite'. The saliva secreted in her mouth made the Prophet move a small stool and sit next to her.
"Do you really want to put so much chili in this pot of soup?"
Taylin, who had just finished sharing the evening story, also joined the … corridor dinner party.
The white cat jumped onto the small wooden table where Josiah placed the seasoning. When it was about to touch the chili with its little claws, Taylin immediately carried it down.
"Slightly spicy is my final compromise. Taylin, if you really can't handle it, I can make you a pot of clear soup."
Josiah once again poured a bunch of strange seasonings into the pot.
"Clear soup … slightly spicy? There are so many differences in the taste of this pot of soup? "
Taylin glanced at the Prophet who was sitting across from her. The Prophet had already picked up a spoon and was about to drink a bowl.
"This can't be considered soup, only chili water?"
Ciri glanced at the boiling red liquid in the country and gave it a more accurate evaluation.
Chili water was chili water … but the unique fragrance it emitted still made Hiri salivate uncontrollably.
"The correct name of this thing is hotpot. Uh … it should be considered hotpot."
There were no special tables in the Hearthstone Tavern, so Josiah could only use this method of hanging the pot and attach a circle of fire inscriptions on the side.
"Choose the seasoning you like, then put the thinly sliced meat into it and cook it for a while. Do the same for the vegetables."
To demonstrate, Josiah used chopsticks to pick up a piece of thinly sliced meat and put it into the red soup for a few seconds.
The boiling soup cooked the meat in an instant.
Hiri did not hesitate and poured the entire plate of meat into the soup according to Josiah's demonstration.
Taylin, on the other hand, was much quieter. She only put some vegetables in it and fed it to the white cat sitting on her lap.
On the other hand, the Prophet seemed to be having a hard time. She rarely ate with chopsticks, and this time, her movements were very awkward.
"Two wooden skewers … hard to balance."
The Prophet watched as Hiri quickly put away the meat slices floating on top of the broth. He seemed a little impatient.
"This will take some time to get used to, but don't worry. There's still a lot of meat, enough for the four of us."
Josiah handed a spoon to the Prophet, which allowed her to barely gain an advantage against Hiri.
"What are you eating?"
A black crow flew into the window of the corridor and transformed into a Dark Elf. The Dark Elf held a stack of documents in his hand.
But when he saw Josiah holding a wooden bowl, he threw the documents onto Josiah's table.
"Fire … pot?"
"What new food is this? It just so happens that I heard you made a strange drink today. "
The Dark Elf took a spare bowl, chopsticks, and a small stool and sat beside the hanging pot, joining the fight for the meat slices.
"Qianmian, your spies are all … heard isn't the right word."
"Thank you for the compliment."
The dark elf came here to find Josiah for business, but after she tasted the first piece of meat, she completely forgot about it.
The moment the dark elf joined the battle, the Prophet's situation became more passive. Fortunately, Taylin was a vegetarian. She was not interested in the meat floating on the surface of the soup.
"Mr. Josiah, three ladies who claim to be your acquaintances want to see you."
Madam Marina walked up to the second floor and said to Josiah.
"Three of my acquaintances? I have quite a lot of acquaintances … Who are they? "
"Of course it's me!"
The saintess Heroria from the Kingdom of Saints poked her head out from behind Madam Marina. The moment Josiah saw Heroria, he only said one sentence.
"Madam Marina, see them off." Josiah made a prompt decision.
"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the judges? Josiah Yanorod. "
After being rejected by Josiah, Heroria put away her energetic girl persona.
"I don't want to."
Josiah once again answered Josiah very simply and straightforwardly.
"I have a clue that may save this world." Heroria threw out another condition.
"Madam Marina, please send this girl and her friend home. They're lost."
Josiah also saw Messiah who was behind Heroria.
"This … Mr. Josiah, there's an important guest downstairs. I really can't drive him away." Madam Marina's voice sounded a little apprehensive.
"Important guest?"
Josiah glanced at the dark elf. She nodded … She confirmed that this was the reason he came here.
Messiah stepped aside. The person who had been standing behind her pulled down his hood. King Cheil of the Land of Frost.
"Josiah, the judges are more troublesome than I thought."
Cheil walked past Madam Marina and came in front of Josiah.
"Anyway, find a chair and sit down first. I'll talk after dinner."
Josiah didn't think that Heroria would actually try to rope in Cheil.
But thinking about it carefully, Cheil saw the judges as his greatest enemy. Heroria proved to him that she was also an enemy of the judges. There was still room for peace talks between the two countries.
"Have you guys … eaten?"
Josiah watched as Cheil sat next to the hanging pot with a serious face. Heroria tried her best to be reserved.
As a guardian knight, Messiah could only stand next to Heroria. After all, this was the demons' base camp.
"No." Cheil shook his head.
"Then …"
Josiah hesitated for a moment, but still handed a bowl and chopsticks to Cheil and Heroria.
"Don't force yourself, Miss Messiah."
Josiah handed a new bowl and chopsticks to Messiah.
"I've already eaten tonight …"
"Messiah."
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