Augustus Road

"Lingering around the arena is the most damaging to morality. Under the cover of athletic performances, despicable activities spread rapidly." - Seneca

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Calabis didn't show any surprise, so he took off all his clothes in front of Si Yan, put his hands behind his head, spread his legs, and looked at the strong and toned body trained in boxing. There were thick mermaid lines, and the corners of the half-bald and white-haired old steward's mouth were obviously trembling. He touched Calabis's chest and abdomen with his dry paws, and muttered, "It seems there is nothing hidden." , and then actually squatted down again, lifted little Calabis up, stretched his neck to check carefully, and finally went around his back and "checked" his buttocks carefully, mainly to see if there were any Something is being carried...

"You served in the Legion?"

"Yes, I have cooked authentic oriental dishes for the legion commander before."

"Are you a slave too?" The old guy touched Calabis's left ear hole again and said.

"Yes, I owe too much gambling debt in the Legion and I can't get it back."

After a long while, the old guy finished the verification and pointed out the location of the kitchen to Calabis. Calabis cursed a few words in his mind, put his clothes back on neatly under the coveted eyes behind him, and then walked along the Corridor, strode into the room where meals are served.

As soon as I turned in, I saw a bustling scene everywhere. All the cooks and cooks were busy in front of a row of stoves. The menu that the princess asked the attendant to deliver was really "weird and tricky". Pompeii had previously Most of the chiefs from all over the country entertained guests as they pleased, and Pompey had always been restrained and simple in his diet. Most of his chefs came from Italy and could only cook Roman dishes, so this time the princess's request was really confusing. , even if many cooks who can cook oriental cuisine were recruited from all over the city, it would still be of no avail.

When Karabis walked in, he saw the cook in charge, a plump and dark-skinned woman, standing on a bench, struggling to reach the truffle pot on the shelf. Karabis stepped forward and soon He gently hugged her down and said, "The dish that the princess asked for cannot be solved by ordinary truffles. This white truffle under the Apennine beech will only make the princess feel boring and angry. Let me do it." Calabis politely stepped aside from the cook, then climbed onto the bench and searched carefully on the shelves.

When several cooks saw Calabis, they gathered around him involuntarily and said to the cook in charge: "Oh my God, look at his onyx-like eyes and hair, and his tight ass." The cook in charge gave each of them a slap in the face, implying that this guy is my food.

After a while, Karabis jumped down easily, holding a jar, and said to the cook in charge with a smile: "This kind of black truffle from the Mesopotamian desert is what the princess needs."

"This was indeed sent to the owner by a Red Sea chief, but the owner said that it was a crystal formed by an unknown lightning strike on the ground. It was inedible, so it was always thrown on the shelf."

"It doesn't matter. It's for the princess anyway. Her country has been destroyed. Are you still afraid of this kind of thing?"

The cook was obviously in her early thirties, but she still pretended to be a girl who didn't understand the world. She begged Calabis and said, "But no one here can explain this method clearly. Brother, please help me." How am I?"

Calabis showed his white teeth and smiled brightly. He said of course. With the commission from the master of the palace, I have to live up to the blessings of the Kitchen God and the Cooking God. Then he asked if there were any iron Celtic cars. pot? The cooks immediately rushed to the main stove to set up the steam pot. Then Karabis placed some desert black truffles on the countertop, grabbed a medium-sized chicken, and skillfully cut the chicken with a kitchen knife. It was cut open carefully, and the truffles, spices and date honey were evenly stuffed in. Just kidding, I have followed Tuna Luculas for many years. Do I know the things he is particular about?

"Is there mud? It's best to have mud from the garden that still smells fragrant." Calabis was determined to finish the meal and asked the cooks with a smile. As a result, the cooks immediately crowded the doorstep like a whirlwind. Rushed to the back garden.

Calabis used his slender fingers to dilute the mud with water, then add salt, pepper, and wheat flour to make it a light mud state, and slowly spread it on every inch of the skin of the black truffle stuffed chicken, as if he were playing A beautiful music was played until the skin of the chicken was completely golden, and then he put it into the Celtic steamer, and politely invited the cook in charge to come forward, "You have to keep using the long handle on the fire. Balance the position of the pot so that the heat penetrates every angle of the chicken."

The cook began to hum and act pretentious again. Calabis was not angry at all, and did not even show any sign of impatience. "It is already two quarters in the afternoon. Dinner has already started. The main course is about to be served, so let me Come and help you." In the end, Calabis gently held the cook's hands on her back, almost hugging her, and cooked the braised chicken stuffed with truffles back and forth with her, cursing secretly in his heart. Adiana, little girl, I have made such a big sacrifice, you must not let go, otherwise I, Karabis, and you, Karabia, will end here together!

Over there, in the courtyard surrounded by the square colonnade, Adiana, wearing a small crown on her head, walked in gracefully in the flying gauze curtain. Pompey and his most trusted confidential slave Demetrius stood at the opposite entrance with a smile. On both sides were welcoming children holding wreaths and wearing brocade. This was the custom of the monarchs of Asia Minor. Pompey hoped that Adiana would feel at home.

Adiana raised her hands gently, and two eunuchs took off her dark long cloak and fur coat, and then changed her into a simple dark patterned "suit" for the banquet, a short-sleeved endless waist long dress, plus a small black gauze cloak. After all, she had just lost her father and would not focus on overly bright and gorgeous clothes.

"Dear Princess, we meet again." When Adiana walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Demetrius said to Adiana with an unfathomable smile.

"When you first meet that Jew, be neither cold nor indifferent." This was what Carapis had told her beforehand. Adiana smiled at Demetrius with a distance, nodded slightly, and then extended her hand for Pompey to lead, and walked into the restaurant.

"I have to introduce you, this is my confidential slave and staff, Demetrius. He told me before that he had had contact with you, the princess, when he was in the Seventh Legion."

"Really? But I'm sorry, I really don't remember it very well. I'm not good at remembering slaves' names. Please forgive me." Adiana replied coldly, but her voice was enough for Demetrius who was following behind to hear. (To be continued.)