warm dragon

Chapter 41 Fish Soup
Entering June, the weather gradually started to heat up, and the Wildcat sisters returned to the Xiangshui River Cave and began to plot against Lone Wolf Lisbon.

Russell had some free time again, so after a week of hard night fishing, he explored all the banks of the Youguang River.

I did see magical light in the river twice. It might be pearls bred by river mussels, or it might be some kind of treasure. However, I didn't wake up immediately. Then I went fishing again early the next morning, but didn't catch anything.

It can only be said that it is a pity.

After a long period of night fishing, I finally caught a few blind dragons, and then let Mrs. Moore use them to cook a delicious pot of blind dragon soup.

"It's okay, but Mrs. Moore put too many condiments... I can't bear it anymore. I have to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Mrs. Moore." Russell decided.

Nobles rarely enter the kitchen, or rather rarely enter the servants' living quarters.

The current aristocratic system in the Grand Duchy of Shadow Flame determines the strict hierarchy. Even nobles must abide by the rules and do things that are in line with their own dignity - disturbing the lives of servants, or entering and exiting the kitchen, is not in line with the dignity of a noble.

But Russell didn't care about dignity, he wanted to eat hometown food too much.

"Butler Morris, go and ask Mrs. Moore to come over. I have something to tell her." Russell was flipping through the book "The Story of the Death of the Smoky Dragon" and casually ordered, trying to appear as calm as possible.

Aristocratic respectability, if you can be particular about it, you must be particular about it.

"Okay, sir."

Morris quickly called the anxious Mrs. Moore over. Mrs. Moore was not married, but among aristocratic servants, men who held positions such as housekeepers and cooks were called sir, and women were called madam, regardless of whether they were married or not. marry.

"M-Master..." Mrs. Moore usually had a loud voice in the kitchen, but when she was in front of Russell, her voice was quieter than a mosquito.

"Don't be nervous, Mrs. Moore."

"Good, good."

"Yesterday's blind dragon soup was indeed delicious." Russell said with a smile, "Of course, if it can be improved a little bit, I think it will be even more delicious."

This was regarded as a compliment, but Mrs. Moore turned pale in an instant: "Master, master, is it not to your taste? I, I can try harder, really, I can try to make it taste better, really, master. "

"Forehead……"

Russell sighed helplessly and could only comfort him: "I told you it's already delicious, Mrs. Moore, you don't need to be nervous."

"Oh, thank God, I hope you like it!"

"Your cooking skills can be used to work in the Fluorescent Fort. It's already very good."

"Thank you, thank you, sir!" Mrs. Moore was instantly resurrected and smiled from ear to ear. "I could have applied for the job at Fluorescent Castle, but Mrs. Grammer occupied the seat, and I didn't want to be her deputy. Butler Carter asked Would you like me to serve you? I agreed at that time..."

Seeing Mrs. Moore nagging on and on, Russell quickly asked her to stop: "We won't talk about this, Mrs. Moore. I think Blind Dragon Soup still has room for improvement."

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you said?" Mrs. Moore shook her head.

"There are too many condiments in the blind dragon soup."

"what!"

"Don't be surprised, what I mean is that you can put less condiments that have too conflicting flavors, such as cinnamon, honey, onions, and black pepper, and you won't be able to taste the taste of blind dragon at all," Russell said.

Mrs. Moore obviously didn't hear what Russell meant, and started to panic again: "Master, I will try to make it better next time."

See this.

Russell gave up arguing with Mrs. Moore and directly ordered: "From today on, you will make a fish soup for every meal. My request is that in addition to salt and ginger and garlic, only one thing is allowed to be added to the fish soup." Grow condiments, do you understand?”

"Master, are you dissatisfied with me?"

"Do you remember what I said?"

"I will try my best to make it better. Master, please believe me. Really, I will definitely try my best to make a better blind dragon soup."

"Stop!" Russell, unable to continue communicating with Mrs. Moore, shouted directly: "Morris."

"Master, I'm here."

"Did you hear clearly what I just said to Mrs. Moore?"

"Master, I heard you clearly. You want Mrs. Moore to try several different recipes of fish soup. Mrs. Moore may be too nervous to understand what you mean."

"Then please explain my requirements clearly to Mrs. Moore. Okay, you can take Mrs. Moore down."

Russell waved his hand, feeling very tired.

I even had the idea of ​​​​changing myself as a cook, but for a while I couldn't find a more suitable cook, so I had to give it up first.

On the other side, Morris took Mrs. Moore back to the kitchen.

"Oh my God, I messed up in front of Master, Mr. Morris, I messed up everything. Master must have started to hate me!" Mrs. Moore covered her face with her hands and started to cry, "Master, don't you?" Love the fish soup I made.”

"Mrs. Moore, you are too nervous. I don't know how to eat people." Morris comforted, "And I don't mean to blame you. It's just that you think too much. I just want to try a new way to cook fish." Soup."

"Is it true, the master didn't blame me?"

"Yes, the master is generous and kind. How can I blame you for this little thing? And what's the matter with you, Mrs. Moore? Aren't you usually very good at talking? Why can't you speak well in front of the master?"

"I, I don't know. I can't help but be nervous when I see the master, for fear that I will say the wrong thing... Mr. Morris, you must tell the master that I am very good at cooking!"

"Of course the master knows, we all know, we are all eating the food you cook, aren't we?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

"Anyway, starting from today, there will be a fish soup every day. Except for salt, ginger and garlic, you can only add one kind of other condiments. The condiments must be different every day. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Mrs. Moore wiped the tears from her eyes and regained her composure, "Why did you do this?"

"Just follow the master's instructions and don't ask any questions."

"But this kind of fish soup will definitely not taste good. Master, you won't blame me anymore, right?"

"Will not."

"Then I understand. I'm going to make fish soup now. Don't worry, sir, the fish soup I make will be delicious!" Mrs. Moore said, then turned around to look for it. When she didn't see the kitchen maid, she shouted loudly. , "Barbara, Barbara, you lazy girl, where have you been and you haven't come to do anything yet!"

"Come, come, Mrs. Moore." Barbara's voice came from outside the manor.

"Where have you gone to have fun again!"

"Let's go see Mr. Kevin, Mrs. Moore. Mr. Kevin is so gentle. He actually allowed us to touch him!" Barbara said excitedly, "Sir Eric didn't stop us. Oh my God, I touched him. Got a phantom beast!"

Before Butler Morris left, he heard this and scolded seriously: "Shut up, Barbara, shut up!"

Barbara immediately realized that news about the Phantom Beast Knight had been banned.

She quickly covered her mouth and replied vaguely: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morris, I have closed my mouth."

That night.

Russell drank a fish soup that only contained salt, ginger, garlic, and black pepper. Although it was not blind dragon soup, it tasted better.

"Very good, Butler Morris, tell Mrs. Moore for me that today's fish soup is very delicious, and I hope she will keep up the good work."

"Mrs. Moore will go crazy with joy when she hears your compliments."

(End of this chapter)