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It was impossible to count on these three brothers, Cecil looked expectantly at Langdon.

I have to say that the male god looks so handsome while drinking soup and eating noodles. He is gentle and not gay, which is very pleasing to the eyes of Cecil, a half-straight man.

Ah, why is my male god so alluring...

With such a mood in mind, Cecil asked with some expectation: "How is it?"

Langdon swallowed the beef in his mouth and said, "It's completely comparable to advanced magic food."

Cecil clenched his hands hard: I am the fucking king of taste in this world, magic food is not enough!

"Also." Langdon waved his chopsticks in front of Cecil with a smile, "Your way of promoting civilization is really good."

"Huh?" Cecil didn't understand at all.

"This." Langdon made a pinching motion with his chopsticks. Among all the people, he is the most proficient in using chopsticks. So far, Luther still uses his hands, no matter hot, cold, dirty or cooked, "I I’ve never seen this kind of thing before, it’s very convenient after a little practice, from your hometown?”

What the hell!

Things like chopsticks were already very common to Cecil, and he didn't even realize that this was a kind of civilization.

"This is a pair of chopsticks!" Cecil tried desperately to cover up.

"Chopsticks?" Langdon actually uttered a very standard Chinese pronunciation. Obviously, this thing does not exist in this world, so there is no corresponding translation. "What is the meaning of this word?"

"No, it doesn't make sense." Cecil was dying, "This is not... er, any special civilization, it's just a convenient measure. You see, the noodles are so hot, and the fork is not easy to handle. Whether it is chopsticks You can eat any kind of food."

Langdon's expression was a mixture of pity, tenderness, tolerance, and an inexplicable mockery: "Don't worry, we are the Gay Knights, and we are very good at this kind of moisturizing method that no one will notice, you performed well.”

Fuck, I really didn't mean that!

Cecil's head is about to grow, but it's just food, why make it so complicated? !When he turned his head, he found that the three bearded men were lying on the ground in a five-body posture, holding the bowl above their heads with both hands, and kept muttering "thank you Moossi" and "thank you the gay knights".

Cecil: "..."

It's hopeless, let's just make do with it in the future.

The bearded men left with respect, and Cecil was free to taste a bowl of beef noodles. Sure enough, the rough smell of rhinoceros meat was gone, slightly sweet, fragrant, and had an irresistible freshness. The taste, although it is not as fresh as the modern industrial chicken essence and monosodium glutamate, it is already one heaven and one earth compared to those eaten in this world before.

Many people in modern society think that pure natural food tastes better. In fact, it is true that pure natural food with less seasoning is healthier, but when it comes to delicious food, industrially refined seasoning can make natural seasoning a younger brother.It's just that some food industries use seasoning insanely, exceeding the acceptable limit of human beings, which will naturally cause various side effects.

Even judging by the modern taste, this pot of strangely colored beef noodle soup is completely qualified. However, there is a serious problem right now, what should I do with such a big pot?

Everyone has tasted a bowl, and their faces are full of eager expressions, but Cecil feels that it is too bad that this pot only sold [-] copper coins. Not to mention anything else, it cost a silver coin to buy saffron Well, it's not cheap at all.He was a little guilty when he borrowed money from Langdon, but Langdon took it out calmly, and he really didn't know how much money he had with him.

When Cecil was worried, there was a noise from the mountain road leading to Ebo, and after a while, a group of people rushed over, and he recognized the farmer in front of him who asked him to treat his illness, wearing gorgeous clothes , squeezed through the crowd and rushed over and shouted: "Master Knight, why didn't you tell me that you sell magic food?!"

Cecil: "Uh..."

"You only sell ten copper coins?!" The farmer's expression was distorted, and his voice yelled fiercely, "How can this be done?! Ten copper coins are not worthy of the status of magic food! This is simply blasphemy!"

Cecil: "Then what..."

"Five silver coins! No, no, I smell this scent, ten silver coins!" The farmer shouted, "Friends, ten silver coins a bowl of magic food, the most benevolent city lord would not set such a price! You say yes no?"

"Yep!"

"that is!"

"That's right!"

Faced with this strange request, Cecil glanced at the group of people. Most of them were dressed in gorgeous and neat clothes, and a few people even wore gold and silver jewelry. They looked either rich or expensive. In this way, it would not be difficult understand the demands of these people.

Are you trying to disrupt the market by selling good things so cheap? !

Cecil grinned, and tried to explain several times, but was suppressed by the angry crowd. The roar of "ten silver coins" resounded through the forest. In the distance, a bearded and strong man was mixed with a group of people. Only the clothes on the lower body showed that they were At this time, there is no piousness and happiness on their faces, only restlessness and worry.

Wow - thump!

A loud noise overwhelmed the cries of the people, and a big tree surrounded by people fell not far away, stirring up the leaves all over the sky.

Langdon walked out slowly, dragging his sword, and smiled at everyone, "Good afternoon, gentlemen, my lord, Landon Chris, Templar Knight of the Gay Knights, are you here for dinner?"

The crowd became quiet all of a sudden, and Cecil didn't admire him at all at this moment, but was very envious.

I also want to have such power!

I also want to have such a cool appearance!

Ah, as expected of a male god...

I also want to scare everyone into speechless!

The farmer cleared his throat and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Sorry, Your Highness Chris, we... didn't know you were here."

"I'm just here for a routine inspection. Ebo is a peaceful and safe country. I wish you all the best."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cecil hurriedly said: "Gentlemen, please see clearly, this is not magic food."

The farmer froze for a moment, looked suspiciously at the bearded man in the back row, and said, "But, we heard that the food is made with magic..."

"That's their misunderstanding, maybe it's because they don't know magic." Cecil found a suitable excuse, "This is not magic food, all the ingredients are real food, and it has nothing to do with magic." Lan He intentionally or unintentionally ignored Deng's use of magic water.

Sure enough, this explanation was accepted by the farmer.

"I see." Unlike the kind and polite farmer that day, today he seems to have experienced a big battle, sweating, "Also, the inferior people don't understand magic at all, just talk nonsense..."

"Since we're here, would you like to have a bowl?" Cecil promoted without losing the opportunity, "It only costs ten copper coins!"

"Sorry, Sir Knight, my family has been eating magic..."

"I promise that I will never get sick. If you come to me when you are sick, I promise to cure you." Cecil said without hesitation, "A small bowl, experience this fresh life, which has always existed in The things around you, the things of Ebo, with the wind, rain and mountain forests of this plateau, are given to you by this grassland, and are the environment in which Mooshi was born, which will give you a unique feeling.”

Selling is a must-have skill in many part-time jobs. Such as tour guides are also a variant of selling in Cecil's thinking. This kind of advertising is easy for him.

People were silent for a while, and the farmer took the lead and said, "Okay, let's have a bowl."

Cecil watched with pleasure as all the bowls were filled with noodle soup and distributed among these gentlemen.

Langdon quietly leaned over: "Good job."

"By the way, what if they are really sick and I can't cure them?" Cecil whispered calmly.

"Just kill it." Langdon replied calmly, "Who can prove that he came to find us? The grassland is so vast, maybe he got lost and encountered a wild animal on the way?"

Cecil: "..."

I shouldn't have asked this question!

These gentlemen first took a small sip as if they were drinking poison, then their expressions changed, and after a moment of stunned, they quickly took a big sip, some impatiently directly scooped up noodles and beef with their hands, and they were still practicing with chopsticks, cleverly holding Use two chopsticks as fishing sticks to pick it up in your mouth.

The bowl was not big at all, and a group of grown men cleared it up in two mouthfuls, all of them sweating profusely and with bright red lips.

"Another bowl!" someone shouted, rushing towards Mrs. Class with an empty bowl.

A pot of noodles was quickly divided up. Some people had already eaten two bowls and were still not satisfied.Unfortunately, the pot was too small, and it was unrealistic to cook a second pot. There were only thirteen bowls in one pot, and a total of one silver coin and thirty copper coins was earned.

Even so, it is a qualitative leap compared to the first day's income, not to mention that it has been greatly promoted, and many people have asked if they have to sell it tomorrow, wanting to bring their families to enjoy it.

To put it bluntly, the pursuit of delicacy is a nature engraved in human genes, and it cannot be hindered by mere security. How else were crabs developed into food?

Cecil happily sent off the fed gentlemen, smiling from ear to ear seeing the large handful of copper coins he received, but when he thought of the five silver coins invested in the bribery fee in the early stage, and the saffron of one silver coin per day, The smile gradually disappeared.

Saffron can be soaked in water continuously, so add a little less to each pot, and you can also put less beef bones, so that the soup will be thinner, and you can add salt. However, the pot is so big and there is no way to "turn it over", which limits The number of soups produced every day, unless the unit price is increased, there is no way to increase profits at all.

The contradiction between backward production tools and the increasingly strong demands of the people must be resolved!