Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 365 Peanuts and Man Han Banquet
When Shirou returned to the hillside church, it was past dinner time.

As he predicted in advance, Berserker made a lot of noise while running towards Tulifas.That simple-minded guy didn't know what route selection was, and simply followed Shakespeare's direction in a straight line.When encountering mountains and crossing mountains, encountering rivers and crossing rivers, there is a road to walk, but there is no road to step on a road, making a lot of noise and no peace.

Fortunately, there are no villages and towns between Sighişoara and Tulifas. It is only necessary to clean up the traces of the outskirts of Sighişoara, so that there will be no suspicion.Even so, it took Shirou a full six hours to complete the work.

"Hey, the current strength is still a bit weak, if—forget it, it's not the best time."

Complaining casually and rubbing his sore shoulders, Shirou walked around the nave of the church and came to the living area in the backyard.

Compared with the solemn and solemn nave, the layout of the backyard is obviously much simpler. It can be seen that the original intention of building the church on the hillside is indeed to serve God wholeheartedly and not focus on personal enjoyment.

Regrettably, at this moment, the plain backyard exudes a smell that is incompatible with Qingxiu.

Intense, full-bodied, with a fire-like aroma - this is the taste of wine, and it is the unique aroma of high-alcohol liquor.

You don’t need to look with your eyes, Shirou knows that this is Semiramis’ masterpiece. From head to toe, from dress to temperament, this woman has nothing to do with the church. It is not surprising that drinking in the church happened to her. .

Sure enough, before walking a few steps, I heard that familiar voice with a little laziness and decadence:
"Oh~ you're back, master. I just found a good thing here, do you want to taste it together?"

"I said, it seems to be my treasure." Shirou looked at Semiramis sitting in the yard, and then at the pottery container in her hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Where did you find it?" .”

"Who knows." Semiramis's cheeks were flushed, he didn't know if he was drunk, but he was still a little embarrassed, "I just searched and found it. This wine called Wuliangye is really good, but it burns my throat and makes my throat uncomfortable. I've never had a drink like this before."

"Of course you have never drank such wine. Distillation technology has not been invented when you were alive."

Shirou said unhappily.He managed to get this wine from China. It is said to be a century-old wine. It was intended to be used to entertain an old friend, but Semiramis dug it out.

Forget it, since the wine has been opened, there is no need to think so much.Isn't there such a saying, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and if you have something to do tomorrow, take care of him (-_-!) Mother.

Thinking of this, Shirou put his troubles behind him and walked into the kitchen.

"Master? Don't you share with me?"

"Wait for me for a while, just drinking is not as interesting as appetizing."

When Shirou came out of the room again, he had a plate of peanuts, a plate of preserved eggs, and two blue and white porcelain wine glasses in his hand——Semiramis was actually drinking white wine from a goblet, how do you see it? awkward.

"Here, classic appetizers from the world's greatest food civilization."

"That's all? Dare to call it the greatest food civilization in the world? Compared with my court dinner, it is not at the same level."

Seeing Semiramis still showing the strictest disdain despite being hazy, Shirou sighed: "Ignorance is terrible."

"What do you mean?"

"The major civilizations in this world, flower growers are not the earliest in terms of origin, and they are not necessarily the strongest in the world compared to others. But there is one thing, all the civilizations in the world combined cannot compare with my flower growers, and that is eating. No I look down on your Assyrian Empire, your empire has stretched to this day, and any one of the eight major cuisines of my florist can beat you, believe it or not?"

"It's hard for me to believe that there are only these two dishes of appetizers."

"That's because you don't understand."

Shirou snatched the wine jar from Semiramis' hands, filled the blue and white porcelain wine glass and handed it over.

"Classics are not limited to elegant things, especially when it comes to eating. Palace-level delicacies are classics, but what is everyone in a commoner's house can do? Take the most common breakfast milk bread as an example, dare you Say it's not a classic?"

"Okay, I admit it's a classic, but—"

"Do you think it's not commensurate with this fine wine, and it's hard to be elegant?"

Seeing that Semiramis acquiesced, Shirou continued: "That's why you don't understand. In flower growers, no matter whether it's good wine or bad wine, whether it's the upper class or the bottom of society, they all like to use these to accompany wine. The difference is nothing more than It’s about setting up a plate to make it look better. Think about it, instead of this white porcelain plate, replace it with this blue and white porcelain plate, carve a flower with red and white radishes, and garnish with a little celery shreds, will you taste it immediately? Just go up? However, the essence is still the same. Peanuts are still peanuts, and preserved eggs are still preserved eggs. I don’t deny that visual effects are very important, but in food culture, delicious food is the last word—here, eat a few peanuts , take another sip of wine, if you feel bad, you can find me!"

Semiramis picked up a peanut suspiciously, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, picked up another one after a while, then picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

Shirou asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Semiramis nodded slightly: "It is indeed much better to drink only."

"That's right, 12 billion people's reputation guarantees that it can't be wrong. Try preserved eggs, this is a craft that only flower growers can eat."

With peanuts and jade in front, Semiramis’s attitude towards preserved eggs is much better. After a glass of wine, the Assyrian empress finally became interested in the world’s number one food civilization in Shirou’s mouth: “I’m very curious, you What is the highest-level banquet of the greatest food civilization in the mouth?"

"The highest level is the state banquet, and the most famous is the Manchu Banquet - a total of [-] dishes, which can be regarded as the treasure and the highest state of Chinese cuisine culture. The color, fragrance, plate shape, and even dining etiquette are very particular. Compared with that In comparison, the so-called palace banquets in other countries are not worth mentioning at all."

Shirou's leisurely and fascinated appearance was imprinted in Semiramis' heart together with the name of "Man Han Banquet".

"I really want to meet you if I have the chance."

"Compared with this kind of home-cooked dishes, do you prefer this kind of high-level banquet?"

"That's right, what I'm after is the taste of wealth."

"I see." Shirou thoughtfully.

"What 'so it is'?"

"It's nothing. Among the followers, there seem to be some types who hate spiritual body transformation, but are very active in eating and sleeping. Most of these people are from the royal family."

"This is not surprising. Most of the so-called kings are better than anyone else, and they pursue various things. That is the destiny of being a king."

"It seems that there are also kings whose purpose is simplicity?"

"That's because they already have 'power' in their hands, something more necessary than anything else, so they will use this method. Being a king is basically tyrannical. You can't do without tyranny."

Having said so much, Semiramis suddenly shut his mouth.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I told you so many useless things."

"No, no, it's also a pleasure to listen to the Assyrian empress tell about the king's way."

Shirou laughed inexplicably.

"what happened?"

"Ah, the more I think about this situation, the happier I am. If the position is reversed, it's easy to say. If I am the servant and you are the master, this is the natural truth. However, the reality is reversed. In the Holy Grail War, the master and the slave The system can really create such strange situations sometimes."

"Hmph, indeed. Although I'm used to being served by others, I'm not used to serving others. It's not too late, shall we exchange?"

Shirou shook his head back and forth and replied, "Forgive me for refusing, you are not the kind of monarch who is easy to serve."

Hearing this, Semiramis' light-colored pupils shone mischievously, and she murmured:
"The title of the world's oldest poison killer is not just for show? This Sai Miramis, is it something you can command?"

　In the afternoon, I chatted with my friends, and found that my mentality was a bit problematic, and I was a little too concerned about gains and losses.Since this is a plot of my own design, if I feel that I can write it well, then continue to write. There are people who like and dislike writing a book, just write what you think is good.

　　After thinking about it, this is indeed the reason. I think my writing is not bad, and some readers think it is very good.So be it, if you are willing to believe in the idea and writing of the young master, just continue to follow, if you think it is poisonous and unacceptable, there is no way for the young master, you can't overthrow the whole book and start over.It can only be said that everyone can do as he pleases, whether he skips the book or abandons the book, it cannot be forced.

　　Finally, I would like to say that Shaohui will work hard and have the confidence to present a wonderful story. I hope everyone will support it. The above.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)