Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

Felici's banquet was scheduled for the weekend three days later, and before that, the construction speed of the interstellar era was already enough for a large double-layer pig farm with constant temperature and humidity to stand on the ground.

This pig farm built behind the original breeding pen of the manor is almost three times larger than the previous mixed breeding pen, but the current residents are only the sow and her children.

...It really made the cattle and sheep crowded in the breeding pens cry with envy.

In order not to waste such infrastructure, Sinan had asked the housekeeper to post an advertisement to purchase high-quality young pig breeds.

"500 pigs?" The housekeeper's eyes were almost glued to the piece of paper Sinan handed him, and he couldn't even close his mouth. He stammered, "Master, is it necessary to raise so many pigs?"

Old Moody had already realized the young master's attitude towards these pigs, and he never mentioned the word "pet" now, but what he said before was so convincing that even the housekeeper thought the young master was just raising pigs for fun on a whim.

Now seeing the young master's ambition to expand his alternative pet farm to 500 animals, the housekeeper's eyes are filled with pain, just like the loyal minister who advised the emperor not to linger in the leopard house in the ancient times of Yuanxing.

It's just that the emperor's leopard room is more specific.

No, not so.

Master Sinan is also playful.

"Ah, by the way, it would be better if there are different breeds of pigs." Sinan shook his fingers, and said the butler's incomprehensible joke with a serious face, "There are only black and white ones, it's too monotonous, it's better to pick some with different looks. Show me the ones with long teeth and hair, fat or short, with white or brown flowers, the more special the better."

Look, isn't this the young master's sudden curiosity and plans to collect all his pet species?

The butler shook his head mournfully.

Hunjun, the country has been lost, and you still want to linger and enjoy yourself!

What's wrong with Master Sinan when he has money? Why do he have to compete with these beasts?

But thinking about how the young master Duke Felici who came last time even wanted to compete with his master for the litter of pigs, the housekeeper felt a little shaken—maybe this is normal in Emperor Star.

It can only be said that he can no longer follow the trend of the young nobles of the God Star.

Sinan patted the butler on the shoulder trustingly, knowing nothing about the fact that the butler raised his willful evaluation by a notch, and was still looking forward to his pigsty blooming and pigs contending.

Talking too much cold terminology, the housekeeper can't understand. The common sense of raising pigs has broken down in this era. It is easier for the housekeeper to find him a special breed of pigs by using simpler and straightforward appearance differences.

Temporarily solving the expansion problem, Sinan just waited for the day of the banquet.

The Kandy Manor on the weekend has entered the busiest moment of this season.

This month of Agricultural Star is the most glorious time for the winery.The grapes of the new year are almost ripe during this period, and as usual, the winery will also open the aging wines of previous years at this time to start a grand wine festival.

But today's Conti is a long-lost scene, because of the good wine that everyone is looking forward to, and because of the young master of the Duke who came from Emperor Star for a short rest——Felici Lakis.

Ferich came out of the house with a rare expression of relief.

He had been so cloudy and drowsy lately that the servants were talking about his health.

He couldn't be blamed for this. Anyone who found that he was prone to return to the pig again when he closed his eyes would feel bad.

Since the first time he woke up inexplicably in the pigpen, he woke up briefly on the piglet twice.

He observed that when he was not attached to the piglet, the piggy would remain asleep or drowsy, and could eat or simply get up and down, but it was always sleeping when it was not necessary.

I don't know if this pig still has its own consciousness. Felici sincerely hopes that it will be conscious, and that it will grow stronger and stronger, until one day it can completely eject its consciousness from its body.

He had never cared so much for the health of a pig than he cared for his duke father.

The first time he woke up after that was when Sinan nursed the piglets.

"Huh? Why don't you eat it?" Sinan couldn't help but take a closer look at the piggies who were gorging on milk and suddenly stopped, and even opened their squinted eyes.

Seeing that hideous, human face getting closer, Ferich didn't have time to digest the grief and indignation of waking up on the pig again, so he could only focus on gritting his teeth and shutting up, never allowing the pig's pacifier to rub against his body.

Not even if I just licked it!

The second time I woke up was after closing the cage.

Old Moody saw that the piglet was doing well, and the new luxurious pig house was built, and he threw it back into the sow's nest.

When Ferich woke up, a group of pigs were enjoying regular spray cleaning, and every inch of the pig house was washed clean by gentle water.

Good news for Ferich, who likes cleanliness.

But the premise is that the pigs don't run around in circles because they are too happy.

Knocked about by the black and white piglets, he seemed to be in a public bathhouse surrounded by a group of big men. Felici, who was drenched in fur, passed out as expected.

Very well, he thus won himself a single room in the new pig house.

Fortunately, apart from these troubles of turning into a pig that occasionally bothered him, most of the things went smoothly, and today was the day of the banquet, which made Ferich obviously in a good mood.

"Ferich!" A gentle teenager's voice came from behind, and the little rabbit-like young man showed a shy smile, "Thank you for your care, and I wish you a smooth banquet."

Felici looked down at him, and said in a gentle voice, "Aren't you going to join in the fun?"

The boy's big eyes were a little nervous and he blinked: "Can I?"

He seemed to feel that he had made a slip of the tongue, and said with a helpless smile: "Forget it, there are too many people here, if I come forward, he may know, and this will cause you trouble."

Thinking of the man who had a bad temper, always took too much control, and even used his own excuses to wantonly hurt others, the boy felt angry.

He didn't want to meet that person, and he didn't want to make Ferich, who was always good to them, a dilemma.

Unexpectedly, Felici was still comforting him: "It's okay, this is Agriculture Star, no one will know who you are. Maybe you can dress up as a waiter? No one will notice."

When the boy heard this, his eyes couldn't help but brighten.

The banquet was very lively, and the back kitchen was also very lively.

In order to pay respect to the three invited food inheritors, Kanti Manor specially built a professional kitchen with an area of ​​more than [-] square meters. A special room was prepared for the three technology inheritors to rest, drink tea, and chat.

There is nothing more satisfying than this. Even the proud and reserved inheritors who are treated politely everywhere feel that the Conti Manor has shown their sincerity.

...it would be even better without that heavenly "food consultant".

"Ma'am, have you heard of the reputation of that 'consultant'?" The middle-aged man, about 40 years old, was holding tea, and asked the capable and beautiful woman opposite him tentatively.

The woman shook her head and said nonchalantly: "Maybe it's just food lovers in the aristocratic circle, you know, they always like these weird names."

Food lovers, there is the most famous one at today's banquet - the Earl of Eberron.

This person has done the thing of calling a chef of a wandering star a brother, and they can also understand a hawker who has a hobby of "food consultant".

The middle-aged man even showed a little interest and hospitality. Even if he is an inheritor, there is still a gap between him and a nobleman.If you can establish a good relationship with this advisor who may be a nobleman, it will be easier to be introduced into the noble circle in the future.

And the glamorous woman had already seen what this guy was thinking, and sneered at him in private.

But he is a cook who is good at arranging dishes, and he cooks all ancient fast food, no wonder he is so focused on drilling.

And she is an inheritor of French cuisine. Her ancestors used to be chefs in French restaurants in Yuanxing, and she has inherited many simple French cooking skills.

But here, she is not the most powerful.

The woman looked respectfully at the old man in the corner who had been silently rolling up his sleeves to clean and instructing his apprentice to take out the kitchen utensils from his bag.

The old man in his 60s is a native Asian. He pays attention to the original flavor of his dishes, and he can combine the most delicious flavors of the ingredients in a simple way, which is in line with the current popularity of StarCraft—after all, most people don’t understand Not keen on complicated cooking either.

This hand is also passed down from his family, and what is even rarer is that it has been passed down from generation to generation, so it is better preserved.

The three food inheritors each have their own ideas, and the atmosphere in the small lounge is also tense, but they all have the same first goal, which is to prepare today's banquet perfectly.

"It's time." The old man who had never opened his mouth to gossip and chatted calmly raised his eyelids and glanced at the watch in the house. Sure enough, the clock rang as soon as he finished speaking, "It's time for us to work."

It was also at this point in time that the door was pushed open, and it seemed that someone was walking in.

Is it the "food consultant"?

Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound.

The middle-aged man was most focused on this. He was the first to stand up, bowed his head and adjusted his clothes inadvertently, so as to maintain the decency and mystery that an inheritor should have, and attract the attention of the consultant.

Then, he looked up at the person coming, his expression suddenly a little stunned——

This is a person who is too young and too incompatible with the word "advisor".

The visitor stood at the door against the light, his peach blossom eyes always had hooks in his eyes, making him look very serious.

At this moment, he was standing casually by the door, speaking in a serious tone: "Hello everyone, I am today's food consultant, Sinan."

Said to be a "consultant", judging by his age, it was more like playing on a whim.

Sure enough, he is the wayward junior of a noble family!

The old man took a look, nodded and introduced himself, then turned and went to the back kitchen. He didn't care about these things that had nothing to do with the kitchen.

The beautiful woman looked Sinan up and down, showing a very interested expression: "This gentleman looks very young, why would he be interested in coming to the kitchen?"

She still likes this one.

"I'm also very interested in food, so I'm here to visit and learn." Sinan said sincerely and modestly, which was also Ferich's initial request to him—just to be a consultant.

Of course, if any little trouble arises, he doesn't mind helping out.

There are always all kinds of little troubles in the back kitchen, aren't there?

The woman continued to strike up a conversation: "I heard that you joked with the servant and said that you are the 'inheritor of pig raising technology'. It is so humorous. I really want to have the opportunity to chat with you more."

"No, I'm not joking." Sinan spoke sternly, and his peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons, "I have been officially recognized."

He is not guilty at all now, just yesterday, the management committee of Agricultural Star has approved him the title of inheritor!

The entrusting officer had to euphemistically say that Mr. Sinan was the first person on this planet to make such a request.

Now that you have official documents, how can you allow others to question and not believe it?Sinan gave himself a very confident statement.

"..." The woman was speechless.

"Also, my pig farm is about to expand, welcome to cooperate." Thinking that they are all well-known chefs in the industry, and that they might be able to expand the pork market, Sinan took out a few business cards from his delicate pockets as if by magic, and respectively gave them.

The woman watched as Sinan handed her a business card in a flowing manner, and stared at her deeply, as if she was about to whisper in her ear, "Are you free tonight?" in the next second.

This made her not even pay attention to what Sinan said for a moment, she rarely lowered her head shyly, and saw——

"No. [-] Pig Breeding Company CEO".

Staring at the list of titles, and the huge, invisible slogan "Eat good meat, safe meat, come to the No. Messy.

But it was the man next to her who was more excited than her.

"'CEO of the breeding company', you are not..." The middle-aged man was very surprised, and his voice changed a little.Realizing this, he quickly collected his emotions and asked as calmly as possible, "Hey, I mean, Mr. Sinan is really young and promising, and he has already established his own business. I don't know your last name? We can talk more about it later. chat."

As if Si Nan had just remembered this incident, he downplayed it as if joking: "If I have to say my surname, my surname is Si."

Since he was expelled from the Sanchez family, of course he used his real surname.

"S", this is not a common surname - what's more, there is no oriental "S" surname in the aristocratic surnames that middle-aged people are familiar with.

He was visibly disappointed, and seemed to be annoyed by his previous hospitality, and he was extremely indifferent to Sinan: "Oh, that's right, I thought you were from a noble family."

The woman glared at him and comforted Sinan: "Who made your temperament so outstanding!"

"I'm not an aristocrat, just an unknown junior." Sinan said truthfully.

The middle-aged man gave him a squinting look, and at this moment he completely forgot about the surprise he once had. No matter how you look at it, Sinan is just an ordinary young man who slipped in to find a relationship and make sales.

Hmph, he's seen a lot of people like this, what a waste of his time.

The man stood up and left, completely treating Sinan as air.

But Sinan didn't care about these names, and even ruthlessly planned how to sell pigs in his mind.

Nobles, even if they become dukes, is it important to sell pigs?

The author has something to say: Sinan: Give me a breeding company, and I won’t even change the duke’s title.

Anyway, it is also possible to appear in his breeding pen as a reserve duke :)