Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 38 Dinner
When Ron first arrived in Putuo City, it was the hottest time of the day in West Balam. The high sun hung directly above the sky, radiating heat and light to the tiny creatures on the ground.

However, a few hours later, the sun was no longer as proud as it was at noon. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the rugged mountainous terrain. The dim yellow light had a calming atmosphere, silently telling the inner feelings of the sun. sound.

It’s finally time to get off work!
However, the sun's work today is only a successful conclusion for the southern continent. It must continue to emit light and heat, providing vitality and vitality to the countries in the northern continent.

"What a poor guy..."

Ron sniffed the aroma of butter and wheat lingering in his nose, shook his blond head, and dispersed the irrelevant thoughts in his mind.

The interior of this wooden warehouse did not become dark due to the setting sun, because there was a bonfire made of stone burning in the center of the warehouse.

The flames emitted bright light inside the dark warehouse, and sparks popped out from time to time, making Elsa, who was baking wheat cakes, a little confused.

Wheat cake is named by Elsa herself. Listening to this simple name, you know what it is made of.

Of course, the wheat flour used to make white bread is not something that their class can own. The use of coarse rye flour mixed with bran is a status symbol for their class.

However, due to the addition of new friends, Elsa still reluctantly took out a small bag of oatmeal powder from the depths of the small cabinet where food was stored.

This oat flour was mixed with a little bran and there was not much left. Elsa carefully divided out half of the portion, added water and rye flour, and kneaded it into a dark brown dough.

And she didn't directly knead the dough into pancakes and bake them on the preheated iron plate as usual.

I saw her carefully taking out a small tin-colored jar from the small cabinet where bottles and jars were placed.

The small jar was polished to a shiny finish, reflecting Elsa's somewhat pale and malnourished face in the firelight.

She picked up a small wooden stick that was frequently used and polished extremely smooth, dug out a small amount of butter from it, and placed it on the preheated iron plate.

The squeaking sound echoed throughout the wooden warehouse, and the scent of low-quality butter passed through Elsa's nose, making her swallow unconsciously.

While Elsa was busy making dinner for the guests, Roy and Little Jold were not idle either.

They were selecting wild fruits picked from the wild. There were various varieties of wild fruits. As for the appearance, they could only be said to be passable.

They are small in size and dim in color, just like the fruits that plants that survive in barren lands bear.

As for the taste, Ron didn't try it because he saw Roy's distorted expression after eating a fruit and knew that the taste of this fruit must be strange.

Although these fruits are very sour, Roy, who has lived here for many years, has a good way to deal with them.

I saw him picking out the good fruits, then using a tool that looked like a small piece of iron to cut and core them all, and put them into a large stone bowl.

Although this stone tool is said to be a stone bowl, in Ron's opinion it is more like a roughly polished stone trough.

"Da da da" sounded like pounding garlic. The small fruits gradually lost their shape as Roy whipped them repeatedly with a wooden stick and turned into a very rough jam.

When the whipping was almost done, he put his left hand into his pocket and took out five candies. These candies are the most common hard candies. They have different colors, indicating that the tastes are also different.

Roy took the melted and deformed candies in his hand and used the firelight to identify them carefully. He hesitated for a moment, pinched three candies, tore off the sugar coating that wrapped them, and then threw them into the rough jam together.

He was using this method to neutralize the sour and inedible taste of wild fruits. After the three people's busy work, the not-so-luxurious dinner was freshly baked. As for the taste, Ron could only say that it looked primitive and rough.

"How's it going Ron? How does it taste?"

Although she had already gotten the answer from the food, the thoughtful girl still asked the guest who came forward.

Because for this dinner she used luxurious ingredients that she would never bear to use on weekdays.

"Well, it tastes very good!"

Ron took a big mouthful of inferior oatmeal rolls with jam and made a fair comment.

To be honest, as a being who stands at the top of the world, he doesn't need to eat at all, so he has no way of knowing what is delicious and what is unpalatable.

Even if you give Ron a can of wolf fish at this time, I'm afraid he will throw it into his mouth with the iron box attached, and then chew it for a while to get the comment that it has a unique flavor.

Ron's compliments and chewing without the slightest hint of performance made the girl's eyes widen and she stood there in a daze.

She knew exactly what this thing tasted like. The bran mixed in the cake and the sourness that even candy couldn't cover up couldn't be called a good taste at all!

For a moment, Elsa had some doubts about life. She looked at Ron, who showed no signs of abnormality, and wondered if she was a little too picky.

Maybe this thing is really delicious?
The attentive girl took a small bite of the wheat cake rolled with jam, and her facial muscles twitched slightly to swallow the food.

Today’s fruit is extra sour!
The afterglow of the sun completely disappeared with the end of this feast, and time has come to the night dominated by the crimson moon.

"Here, Ron, this thing will cover your long blond hair and eyes."

"You know, people here are always prejudiced against us. If they find out, we will be kicked out!"

While taking the patched black robe from Roy Moore, Ron watched them blacken their faces and clothes with cooled black coal.

I have to say that this kind of decoration is indeed easy to be ignored by people in Putuo City, which has no gas street lights and can only rely on torches and braziers for lighting at night.

This comes from their survival wisdom, that is, how to hide themselves.

With the four men ready, they were led by Roy Moore to a path where they stopped.

"Elsa, you and little Jolde go to the east of Putuo City together. Remember not to take too heavy items, and be sure to pay attention to your own safety."

"Ron and I are going to take a look at the festival center, maybe we can get some good things!"

The young boy acted like an adult and repeated the previously discussed plan.

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