European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 205
Since Li Peijun inherited the systematic culinary expertise, he has carried forward this mysterious power from the East. Not only did he cook in person for nuns to observe and learn, but he also recruited a group of apprentices to pass on this exquisite craftsmanship.

Eastern techniques such as cooking, roasting, frying, stewing, etc. were naturally taught without reservation. Originally, those apprentices were only learning to make a living, but they didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good. It became known as "Hafleur's home cooking".

Of course, the essence of the essence, the ultimate mystery of the legendary gourmet food, which is full of color, flavor and taste, will definitely not be learned by others. Only Li Peijun, a guy with full-level cooking skills, can make the legendary delicacies.

Like Socia, who is clumsy, she has a gluttonous mouth, but she can't even bake white bread. She is so poor in coordination that she burns the white bread into black buns. Once, she almost burned the kitchen down. I didn't dare to enter the kitchen again for a week after I got it.

After the scale of the city hall continued to expand, facing a large base of high-income groups, Li Peijun also saw business opportunities, so he simply built a public canteen by himself, which was located 50 meters away from the city hall.

The solid wood house adopts the ancient classic mortise and tenon structure, and the design of the winding beam is also unique among other buildings. The inside and outside are painted with lacquer red paint, and there is no trace of the church in the house.

According to color theory, red can stimulate people's appetite and accelerate people's sense of tension and anxiety. This is why many fast food restaurants use red as the main color of decoration. A medieval McDonald's came out.

"Sir Newland, try this. They call this a Big Mac burger. I can't even see it. It's the size of a palm. It's not enough to fill one. Hey, it's not fun." The knight handed him a burger in his hand, and then shouted towards the counter: "Man, please have another Big Mac burger."

Newland took the hamburger with a smile on his face. That guy's hands were bigger than normal people, and his appetite was amazingly exaggerated. Now most of the allowance from the monthly trial job subsidy is spent on eating.

Not in a hurry to enjoy a mouthful of nourishment, Newland first picked up the burger in his hand and looked it over carefully. There were two slices of baked semolina bread on the top and bottom, with a few slices of lettuce wrapped in the middle, and a piece that was not greasy. Fully cooked beef without oil.

"Hmm... It looks like a luxurious enjoyment. It's hard to imagine that so many people can afford such a price." Nulande took a small bite with emotion, and the crispy fragrance that came out was the dried fish oil. The last essence, chewing slowly is not enough to tell the magic of the burger, Newland uncharacteristically began to gobble it up.

Now the first trial period is not over yet, but Newland, as one of the outstanding surrender nobles, has been allowed to go out for an hour a day. Although his hands are still shackled, it does not hinder other normal activities. In addition, the people around him did not cast strange glances, and Newland gradually felt relieved.

"Your Excellency, I didn't expect the life in Harfleur to be so nourishing. Compared with the miserable life in Montivillier, the noble life here is like heaven." The surrendered knight who accompanied him was also one of the activists. He ordered two more glasses of wine and started to have a happy hour.

However, Newland still had troubles in his heart. He didn't know how the family members on the manor would deal with him after he surrendered. However, the other party was not like a barbarian country, so he should be properly settled. Ask carefully.

For him, the biggest doubt is that the two territories are obviously next to each other. Why is there such a big difference between the two? It's just a backward fishing town with 3000 to [-] people.

"Rather than saying that Hafleur is a magical city, it is better to say that the lord who governs this city is a genius." Newland sees more thoroughly than ordinary people. Others only see the changes in this city. He But I can realize the deeper reasons behind it.

"Wow, fine wine, it's really the best in the world. It's rare to taste it in life. If I hadn't had some experience, I would have wanted to work in a few more positions to ask for some salary and better food." After two glasses of fruit wine, the slightly tipsy knight He started to sing the praises of God and all things with his empty cup again.

Seeing that there was too much movement, Newland elbowed the other party, signaling him to pay attention to the situation and maintain the understanding that he should have. The knight also became a little sober and restrained his emotions. If something goes wrong, all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Hey, let me tell you, didn't your life in the fiefdom be more comfortable than it is now? You don't have to work every day, and you don't have to work every day, and piles of taxes are delivered to your door every day, and you don't have to pay as much as today. Only labor can bring you reward." Newland compared the situation in the past, but couldn't understand the difference.

With the help of alcohol, the knight rubbed his swollen head, put his hands on the table, straightened his body and said: "Although I said so, life was really bad at that time. The production matters I don’t pay too much attention, I just play with things and have fun every day, and the tax work is also muddled, as long as there is enough and on time.”

"Anyway, it was all my own stuff at that time. It's fine if you don't starve to death. I don't have any other ideas. I guess this Lord Harfleur must have cast some kind of magic. Maybe he has received the gift of God, so everything here will be A steady stream of supply." The knight said so much, and fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

Newland screamed in his heart that it was not good, and now there is not much time left before returning, but this big man is now unconscious, and it is quite difficult to carry it back by himself, but fortunately, there are many like-minded staff in the store, Newland and several others carried the knight back to the noble guest house.

"Your Excellency Dukas, I would like to ask you a few questions." After the knight was settled, Newlandt was not in a hurry to return to his private room, but chatted with Dukas who happened to be on patrol.

"Tell me, Your Excellency Newlandt, if it's related to Harfleur, I'll know everything." Dukas put away the work at hand, and put on a serious face of listening attentively.

"Your Excellency, do you think there is any great change between your previous life and your current life?"

Dukas's eyes fluttered for a while, but soon he looked at the other person squarely, "In addition to what I said before, I feel that although I lost my family property, my life is better. To lose an inch of land and be treated better than before is incredible, but it happens to everyone."

"Go to rest early, Your Excellency, tomorrow is the last trial position, let me have a look..." Dukas flipped through the pamphlet, which recorded the assignment of each nobleman. "Financial Administration, this is also a very difficult one. After all, not all guys are suitable for reading a bunch of dazzling accounts. I almost fainted at the beginning."

"Really? Thank you, Your Excellency Dukas, I will go back to rest now, may God be with you." Full of longing, Newland began to pry into the real mystery.

(End of this chapter)