Logically speaking, there was a reason for everything's success.
So big that humans dominated the earth.
So small that the success of Haagen-Dazs ice cream.
Although Duque always felt that Haagen-Dazs was too sweet, many people in his previous world would easily think of it when they thought of the best ice cream.
Of course, it was impossible for a half-transmigrator like Duque to make an identical ice cream under the Haagen-Dazs brand.
Duque's biggest advantage was that no one in Azeroth had ever eaten an authentic Haagen-Dazs!
If this wasn't a war-torn world, Duque was absolutely sure that he could become the richest person in this world with just his transmigrator knowledge.
Don't ask why Duque knew how to make ice cream. Forget that there were no female creatures in the temple of the University of Technology. There was only one small shop within three kilometers of the university. Not only did they sell pineapple beer, they even dared to refreeze the melted ice cream after the power was cut off.
In a fit of anger, Duque and the other animals didn't have ice cream to make themselves.
So they remembered it.
Don't ask why they ate ice cream in the middle of winter.
Didn't they see that the person who was drooling over it was actually a super female dragon?
Her stomach was full of … stomach fire.
Dragon breath! How could it not be hot?
That wasn't a problem at all.
And the insidious Duque, in order to maximize the effect of nothing, had specially carried out a contrast battle.
So, while the nine heroes of the Alliance fought to the death downstairs, Duque and Alexstrasza slipped to the rooftop of Karazhan to make food.
After a few teleportations, Duque got what he wanted.
After Prince Malchezar knelt, the rooftop of Karazhan was empty. The queen sat cross-legged on the fence, looking left and right, smelling the increasingly rich fragrance in the air. She was so moved that she was about to cry.
On the left was a whole roast cow.
The red dragon had eaten roast beef quite a bit. Duque's method was more authentic. After removing the internal organs and peeling off the skin, Duque used Hands of Magic to fix the cow's body on a special iron frame and then put various spices into the cow's body.
Well, ever since he made mustard, Duque had invested at least 100,000 gold coins in seasoning. He didn't have cumin anymore, but he still found a lot of similar things.
He spread the seasoning paste evenly over the cow's body and used only a dozen Hands of Magic to carry the iron frame to a special pit for roasting the cow.
The pit that was specially made for roasting the whole cow looked like a tin can. It was built with bricks and was about four meters long, two meters wide, and two meters deep. The cow was placed in the pit, and at the bottom of the pit was a blazing charcoal fire.
As long as the beef was roasted over a charcoal fire for a few hours, the color of the beef would slowly turn golden. The golden color signified a bountiful harvest, which meant that the whole beef was cooked.
Duke had asked Alexstrasza if she could wait.
The Queen said, "It's fine. I have plenty of time."
For a dragon that had lived for more than twenty thousand years, what she lacked most wasn't time, but new things!
Duque suddenly realized that the gadgets he brought from Earth that couldn't be found in this world could be very attractive to these guys who had almost infinite lives.
Fine. The food supplier, Duque, went back to work.
Since it was fake Haagen-Dazs ice cream, simple ice cream couldn't satisfy the queen, or to be more precise, Duque's appetite.
What Duque was going to make was red bean ice cream.
He asked the system elf to pick out the impurities in the red beans with Hands of Magic and rinse the pebbles. Soak the red beans in cold water for 1 hour, add water, and cook the red beans using the method of "boiling the water three times and braising three times" (Boil the water three times, then turn off the heat and simmer for half an hour, repeat 3 times).
At the same time, he broke the eggs into a small basin. He couldn't find a beater in a hurry, but it wasn't a problem for Duque. He simply rotated the Hands of Magic in the basin at a high speed. When the color became slightly lighter, it was a success.
While beating the eggs, Duque slowly added milk and sugar and stirred.
Duke and Alexstrasza slowly heated it up with a low flame, chatting about trivial matters as they heated and stirred the semi-finished products.
When the pot was boiling, Duque added cornflour.
Unfortunately, there was no cornstarch in this world. Duque really didn't know how to make it, so he could only replace it with ground cornflour.
However, it wouldn't be a problem to fool people, no, dragons.
He added the cornflour and stirred it until it was uniform.
He heated it again. This time, it was more viscous. He heated it slowly with a low fire and put it into a container.
Usually, what followed was a long cooldown.
Normally, it would take about four to five hours to freeze. Unfortunately, when Duque saw this Dragon Queen, who was obviously a glutton, gulping down her saliva every minute, Duque resigned himself to his fate and used magic to improve it.
The great Radiant Moon Mage Duque used his unparalleled control of magic to speed up the cooling of the ice cream as much as possible without damaging its quality.
It was the same with the roast beef.
About half an hour later, when the roast beef and the ice cream were almost done at the same time, Muradin and the other eight arrived on the roof under Cadgar's lead.
"Yo! Duque! Those two monsters aren't bad. We've learned something new. " Muradin's loud voice reached them before he even reached the roof, "Oh, my Rock Ancestor! What is this fragrance? "
Then, everyone heard a sweet female voice. "Hey, Duque, give it to me — can you give it to me? I beg you — hurry up and give it to me, I can't take it anymore. "
Any man who heard that sorrowful voice would feel their bones go numb.
If it had been anywhere else, Aurelia might have been annoyed.
Unfortunately, after smelling that rich fragrance, the Windrunner sisters had fallen!
The group of fellows charged forward at the speed of a charge.
No, that bastard Muradin used the Warrior's Charge skill.
"Mine! Mine! It's all mine — "
What did dwarves love the most?
Delicious food and good wine!
Not just that bastard Muradin, even the other heroes who had experienced a tough battle were tempted by the situation before them. Although no one was injured, they had expended a lot of stamina and energy. What could be more surprising than a delicious roast beef and mysterious ice cream after a victory?
The group first pounced on the golden roast beef. Then, when they realized that the great Red Dragon Queen was eating the roast beef without a care in the world, she scooped up a spoonful of ice cream. Everyone's expression changed.
That's right, roast meat with ice cream was a bit ridiculous, but these country bumpkins in the food desert of Azeroth had never seen it before!
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