Dosen's bloodline brought the atmosphere of the celebration to the highest point.
If the thorn sprite and the fast-growing magic thorns behind it represented Liszt's future potential, he could fight for the viscount title, and the next generation could fight for it. With the help of Intermediate World of Warcraft, the viscount title was no longer a potential, but a certainty that it would be worn on Liszt's head.
He was even more jealous.
He was even more envious.
His eyes were so hot that they were about to burst into flames.
Liszt suddenly felt that this situation of being stared at with strong emotions was still very enjoyable. He couldn't help but think, "No wonder everyone is working tirelessly to become an aristocrat. The aristocratic system under the rule of the Knight is not only a system, but also a social atmosphere."
It was like China in the era of stereotyped writing, where everything was inferior, and only reading was superior.
In this world, everything was inferior, and only the Knight was superior.
At this moment, Liszt really felt that he, like the people of this world, had a desire and ambition for aristocratic glory.
Of course.
Blind ambition is not a good thing.
He spread the news that he was ready to recruit followers, and the rest was to be brewed. When his speech ended, everyone raised their glasses together, and then the banquet officially began. Delicacies were served by the servingmen. Although there were not many expensive ingredients, there were chicken, fish, and eggs.
There were also peanuts produced by the peanut processing workshop, all kinds of bread developed by the bakery, fruit wine, rice wine brewed by the winery, and a wide variety of seafood cooked.
Under Liszt's guidance, Mrs. Abby developed several special delicacies – green vegetable egg soup, tomato scrambled eggs, tomato egg soup, onion scrambled eggs, bean scrambled eggs, seafood scrambled eggs …
"Grandma, try this tomato scrambled eggs. Mrs. Abby made this dish, it's very appetizing." Liszt motioned to Madam Penélope to taste it.
Looking at the plate, which was no longer a variety of strange pies and sauces, he was very satisfied.
People in China paid attention to eating, and so did he. When he first came, he was limited by his inability to cook, and nobles should not enter the kitchen, so he tried to suppress his desire for food. It was not until the seafood craze began and Raynal was encouraged to invent new bread that he gradually "enlightened" Mrs. Abby.
At present, Mrs. Abby had successfully comprehended the two forms of Chinese cuisine, "scrambled eggs" and "egg soup".
Thus, through constant exploration, Mrs. Abby found the right ingredients for scrambled eggs and egg soup. Unable to stop, she made many kinds of scrambled eggs and egg soup.
There were even a few times when Liszt's lunch consisted of scrambled eggs and egg soup.
"Unfortunately, the oil and salt ratio is still lacking. It's not as delicious as the scrambled eggs back home." Eating a mouthful of tomato scrambled eggs, Liszt recalled his life before he crossed over, and a faint sadness emerged in his heart.
There was a long way to go to enlighten Mrs Abby.
Scrambled eggs were delicious, but stir-frying was not limited to scrambled eggs. In Chinese cuisine, there were stir-frying, stir-frying, deep-frying, deep-frying, stir-frying, pasting, pasting, roasting, braising, roasting, salt-baking, smoking, mud roasting, boiling, stewing, boiling, steaming, shredding, honey sauce, syrup, rinse, and so on.
Liszt did not know how to cook, so he could not reproduce these cooking skills one by one. However, he still knew the basic principles of stir-frying and boiling.
In addition, he was also very familiar with hot pot. This year's winter in Flower Town was inevitable to bring out hot pot.
"There is also tofu!"
"Tofu must be invented. Mapo tofu is my favorite!"
Tofu did not exist here, only beans. Most of them were peas. There were also soybeans, but not many. These beans were hard to digest, and if one ate too much, one would fart. It was usually eaten by commoners.
Liszt had also eaten boiled beans several times, and they were indeed unpalatable.
He wanted to study tofu, but although he knew how to eat tofu, he did not know how to make tofu. He only knew that there were 'marinated tofu' and 'gypsum to make tofu'. Roughly speaking, the beans were ground into soy milk, marinated or gypsum, and then condensed into tofu.
As for why it turned into tofu, he did not understand.
What was marinated, and what did it have to do with braised pig trotters? He knew about gypsum. Broken hands and feet needed to be put in a cast, but what kind of existence did gypsum exist in nature?
Therefore, it was difficult to produce tofu.
He could only endure it for the time being.
Having scrambled eggs to eat was already a kind of progress. There was no need to always think about taking big steps, as it was easy to pull the eggs when taking big steps.
"Well, it is indeed delicious. It is called tomato scrambled eggs?" Madam Penélope was very satisfied with the tomato scrambled eggs.
Liszt smiled: "If you like, you can send your chef to learn from Mrs. Abby. The recipe is not confidential to you."
"Baron Liszt, can we also send a chef to learn?" An aristocrat asked.
"If Mrs. Abby agrees, of course." Liszt used Mrs. Abby as a shield. It was impossible for these aristocrats to learn to cook for free. They had to exchange money for the recipe.
There was no such thing as a freeloader.
The fresh dishes won everyone's unanimous praise. The celebration of the birth of the sprite also had a perfect curtain call. After the luncheon was over and a short rest, the aristocrats also set off.
They passed by Dosen's kennel.
They couldn't help but look at Tremblingwoods a few more times.
"Heavens, it is so big. Only an intermediate World of Warcraft can have such a body."
"The Flyingdust Dog is a low-level World of Warcraft, yet it is already the king of Thorns Ridge. Now that it has become an intermediate World of Warcraft, how powerful would it be!"
"The stone pillars on both sides of the road are its masterpiece?"
"The Knight is blessed by glory, the rise of the Flower Town is coming."
"Incredible, I feel like I've gone crazy standing in front of an intermediate World of Warcraft."
Dosen had no feelings for this group of people. He didn't even look straight at them. He just lay on the lawn, lazily basking in the sun. There was still half a bone left in his mouth.
On Dosen Avenue.
The carriages were pulled away one by one.
Madam Penélope kissed Liszt's forehead: "You did a good job, you didn't let your father down. I still remember how much he liked you when he was a child. When he returns from the continent and sees the Flower Town now, he will be pleased."
Liszt smiled slightly: "I will continue to work hard." He didn't quite understand the father-son relationship between the count and his predecessor. It was probably related to him not being a father.
Lvera also stepped forward and patted Liszt on the shoulder: "I hope that one day, I will be proud to be Liszt's sister."
The girl was no longer chuunibyou, but he was a little uncomfortable: "I think that day will come."
The last to leave were Franck's family.
"I was going to give you the first batch of Black Tulip's profits today, but then I remembered that today is a festive day, so I will change it to tomorrow. Have Gort or someone else come to the Coral City and check the account book. I have calculated it myself. You can get 210 gold coins from this batch of potions. "
"I will have Adviser Gort follow up on this matter."
Franck thought for a moment and asked: "So, what do you plan to do with the potions in the thorns? Will you continue to cooperate with Levis?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it after I have thought it over."
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