Chapter 977 Miss Silver Dragon’s request for Gretel
"Take a risk? Open a store somewhere else?"
The smile on Uncle Hawthorne's face did not change, but froze slightly. He turned his head and looked in. There was a clanking sound from the kitchen:
The sound of the knife chopping carapace, the sound of kitchen utensils moving, the sound of running water... were mixed with the energetic shouting of Mrs. Hawthorne, that is, Ms. Jasmine:
"Dear guests, what kind of lobster do you want to eat? Steamed? Boiled? Grilled with sauce? Do you want some minced garlic?"
"Everyone wants it!" Cerela shouted back louder:
"Sister Jasmine, you do what you are good at and what you like to eat! Anyway, I caught a lot! Do you want some peppers? I brought very good peppers!"
Uncle Hawthorne looked at the kitchen with a smile, his eyes warm. He paused for a moment, then turned back to Archmage Baierbo. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Archmage Baierbo waved his hand casually:
"Hey, let's eat first, and then we'll talk when we're full. I heard that your wife is very good at her craftsmanship?"
"That's not true!" A bright voice came from the kitchen. Ms. Jasmine came over briskly, carrying a large plate with a diameter of two feet, and put the plate down on the largest wooden table. She opened the lid and immediately
Fragrance overflowing:
"I cook all the dishes in our house! Baking bread, baking biscuits, stewing meat, frying fish, stewing soup..."
She laid out a stack of small bowls, and neatly scooped out bowls of steaming seafood soup, starting with Archmage Baierbo. When she placed them in front of Mr. Valensimo, she raised her chin and smiled at him.
A smile:
"Don't forget that he is very good at cooking game. When venturing in the wild, he can make delicious dishes out of everything he catches. He can't compare to me in his ability to cook at home!"
"That's it, that's it!" Valensimo sat still and smiled at Ms. Jasmine. It was obvious that he was quite familiar with them. After he finished laughing, he scooped up half a spoon of fish soup and waved it to Mr. Hawthorne opposite.
Liaohuang:
"My level is about the same as him, far behind you! Beautiful lady, when will the other dishes be served? I'm starving to death!"
Jasmine smiled and turned around, returning to the kitchen to get busy. The fragrant stewed seafood soup, the golden and sweet honey grilled ribs, the supple and rich red wine beef tongue, the crispy outside and the fresh and sweet crab cakes, all the same,
The portion of the dish was really large. Grete and Master Baierbo tasted a little of each item before politely stopping their knives and forks. There was a small bowl of soup, a small piece of ribs, a piece of beef tongue, and a thick piece of crab meat.
The cake is almost half full.
There is still such a big lobster that has not been served, and the aroma of desserts is constantly wafting from the kitchen. I really can’t eat anymore, and if I eat anymore, I won’t be able to eat the rest!
However, Serila was eating so hard that she couldn't even raise her head. She moved the spoon like flying, and her whole little face was buried in the bowl. There was a piece of honey on the corner of her mouth, which was shiny and greasy, and she couldn't even spare her hand to wipe it off:
"It's delicious...it's fragrant and sweet...Sister Jasmine, are there any more crab cakes? Give me another plate!"
"coming!"
Ms. Jasmine swept out of the kitchen like a wind, put down a plate of crab cakes, and placed them all in front of Cerira. Seeing the silver dragon girl's face light up, she couldn't help but smile and wiped her hands on her apron:
"Do you want more? We don't have any crab meat for now. If you still want it, I can make some lobster meat!"
"Well... no need for now, I'm waiting for the lobster..."
Cerira only answered one sentence and then chewed hard. The crab cakes were made purely from fresh crab leg meat. They were probably still alive when the meat was removed. The crab meat was clearly shredded and the meat was delicate and elastic. Squeeze a little lemon.
The juice is sprinkled on top, bringing out all the freshness and sweetness just right:
"Better times! Gretel, you can do it again!"
With a snap, a thick crab cake fell directly onto Gretel's plate.
Grete took a deep breath. After weighing his digestion ability, he hesitantly picked up the knife and fork. While cutting, he looked for topics to chat with the owner:
"Mr. Hawthorne, these things in your store are so convenient for adventurers to use!"
"Of course!" Hawthorne laughed loudly. He turned back and glanced at the furnishings in the store area, raised his head, full of pride:
"I used to be an adventurer too! Until..."
"You got an arrow in the knee?"
Grete responded reflexively. Uncle Hawthorne raised his eyebrows:
"How do you know? But it was not an arrow, but an ice pick..."
Gretel took a hissing breath. An arrow in his knee or something like that might sound funny to outsiders, but it was not funny at all to the doctor:
The structure of the knee is complex, delicate, and fragile. The joint capsule, synovium, cartilage, etc., will wear out if you exercise too much, and you will see the damage; if you do not exercise enough, there will be insufficient blood supply and nourishment, and you will see the damage.
.
Not to mention that after suffering a trauma, there are really many problems when recovering. Whether it is an orthopedic department or a rehabilitation department, the doctors are all one head and two big...
"I was the one who hit that ice pick." In the kitchen, a smiling voice carried a fragrant aroma, coming closer and closer. "Bang", "bang", "bang", several plates of big lobsters were placed on the table one after another:
One plate is steamed, one plate is boiled, one plate is added with minced garlic, and one plate is baked with cheese... The aroma is overflowing. Jasmine holds a silver knife in her hand and cuts open the lobster shell, slightly dividing it to both sides, revealing large chunks of snow-white shrimp meat.
, and jumped out impatiently.
"Yes, she was the one who beat me." Uncle Hawthorne leaned back, avoiding the hot plate, turned his head and smiled:
"Then she compensated herself to me... We came here and opened this 'Flint and Jasmine'. Flint is my nickname and Jasmine is hers... Over the past few years, I have been fattened by her.
40 pounds!”
He patted his belly hard, making a "bang bang" sound, unscrupulously showing his happy life after marriage. Jasmine rolled her eyes at him and sat down next to him. The next second, a large piece of white lobster meat appeared.
onto her plate:
"She is the only one who can never gain weight no matter what she eats! Several years have passed and she is still so young and beautiful. I really envy her!"
"Because I'm a half-elf." Mrs. Hawthorne rolled her eyes at her husband. As she said this, she took a fist-sized piece of steamed lobster meat for her husband, cut it into pieces, poured sauce on it and pushed it in front of him:
"How can a half-elf get fat so easily? It's not like you, sitting here looking at the store every day, eating without moving. This year alone, I have already put two buckles on my belt..."
Grete quietly watched the interaction between their husband and wife, and the corners of his mouth were filled with smiles unconsciously. Next to him, Cerira leaned over gently, lowered his arms, and lightly scratched his palm with her little finger:
"You are not allowed to get fat! Do you hear me?"
"That's for sure..."
Grete replied in a low voice. Originally, he wanted to help his senior brother and persuade the shop owner and his wife to move to a new location, but now he has withdrawn his idea. Cut the lobster meat into pieces, dip it in some sauce, chew it and swallow it together:
The two adventurers, through wind and rain, went through hard work, and finally settled down. Why bother them? I wish they could live happily! As for the mission in the Eagle Country, you can definitely find someone else...
…
"Is Madam a half-elf?" Archmage Baierbo put down his fork and suddenly spoke. He looked at the couple's appearance carefully:
Mr. Hawthorne looks like he is thirty-seven or eighteen years old. It must be said that he is forty years old. He is already old enough to be called an "uncle";
Mrs. Hawthorne, or Ms. Jasmine, has a lithe figure and a delicate appearance. Judging from her appearance, she is at most twenty-three or fourteen years old. She looks youthful and beautiful in her words and smiles.
If they were of the same age when they met, they now appear to be fourteen or fifteen years apart. And as time goes by, the difference in appearance between humans and half-elves will get bigger and bigger:
Now they are fourteen or fifteen years old. In a few years, they will look more than 20 years old. In a few years, they will even look like grandparents. And this gap will only widen, not narrow, until death takes them away.
separate.
"Yes!" Ms. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She casually lifted her long, thick hair, revealing ears that were longer than ordinary people but not too obvious:
"You can't really tell, can you? My mother said that I haven't been able to tell much since I was a child, except for these ears. Just wear a hat! Or grow your hair longer! Just don't get too close to people, otherwise,
Those people are so annoying..."
As she spoke, she looked back at her husband with tenderness in her eyes:
"Even him! If I hadn't injured him at that time and owed him a favor, I wouldn't have ignored him!"
"Sir, do you still want to take a step further on the path of a warrior?" Archmage Baierbo nodded and asked:
"With your current level, if you go one step further and reach the level of a great knight, your lifespan can be extended a lot... If you supplement it with some drugs, your youth can be extended even longer... I can't say how many more, twenty or thirty.
There are years."
"No."
"No."
Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne spoke in unison without looking at each other. Ms. Jasmine leaned on her husband's shoulder with a smile:
"It's too dangerous to go any further! On the path of a warrior, every time you advance to a level, you have to fight with your life. I can't bear to do it... It's good for him to be like this! Really, being together quietly is better than anything else...
…”
Even if the price is decades of loneliness for the other party after one party reaches the end of his life? Gretel really wants to ask. Archmage Baierbo has already laughed:
"There are ways to advance without going into battle, but they are more expensive. But now we have a good opportunity..."
He raised his hand and outlined a patch of light and shadow, which was a map of the northern and southern parts of the New World, as well as the Storm Islands in the middle. The Archmage pointed to the location of the Eagle Country and said:
"The Parliament was invited to go to the Eagle Country to help them resist the invasion of the Holy See. We plan to set up a stronghold here and then open trade routes to attract merchants and adventurers. Of course, the mage tower will be built, but"
But mages can't do everything, and there must be shops that serve merchants and adventurers. As the first group of people to eat crabs, the Parliament is willing to give sufficient protection and benefits to these merchants who are willing to take risks.
Mr. Hawthorne can come to this conclusion without thinking carefully. But for him, giving his wife a quiet and warm environment is more important than anything else. Of course, if his wife is interested, he is not unable to emasculate.
Visit the Eagle Country
He subconsciously turned to look at his wife, only to see Jasmine staring blankly at the narrow emerald green continent below the light and shadow. Her eyes were fixed, almost in a trance.
"What's the matter, Jasmine?"
Mr. Hawthorne asked softly. Molizai looked at the continent carefully, from the top to the bottom, from the towering mountains to the green rainforest:
"My mother told me that my father is from there."
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