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Chapter 76 Pastry
The caravan arrived earlier than expected. On the second day of the manor meeting, it arrived at the Black-rumped Snake Manor.

Just yesterday, a manor meeting was held to expand the small market, so the caravan could enter the small market smoothly.

Clothes and agricultural tools, circus performances, sugar-coated people, chickens, ducks and goose eggs, cats and paparazzi, plasters for bruises, hoops and riddles... The caravan sold a dazzling array of items. Of course, none of the merchants with valuable goods came, and all those who came were small. Business hawkers.

"Sir, do you want to go shopping in the small market?" Butler Morris came to the living room and asked.

Russell had finished his morning knight class and was sweating all over. He was now sitting on a chair to rest and read a new book.

He borrowed these new books from the study room of the Phosphorus Castle - he said he borrowed them, but in fact he had no intention of returning them. Anyway, neither Baron Roman nor his eldest brother Roland liked reading, so staying in the Phosphorus Castle was a secret investment.

It is better to leave it to Russell, a destined person who loves to read.

"I won't go." Russell said casually, "Butler Morris, give the servants a holiday and let them go to the small market to have fun."

"My lord is kind, I will go and tell the servants the good news."

Soon, Russell, who was in the living room, heard the cheers of the male and female servants coming from the direction of the patio garden.

Happiness is actually very simple, it only requires a short vacation.

Butler Morris came back.

Russell said: "You should also take a vacation and go to the small market."

"I won't, sir. The male and female servants have gone out to visit the market. You can't live without servants by your side." Butler Morris replied.

"Actually, I don't have anything to do. I just plan to read at home today."

In Russell's eyes, his life is actually very monotonous, and he doesn't need any servants to serve him all the time.

Moreover, the manor is just a small villa, so there is not so much work to arrange.

In Russell's opinion, many tasks are a waste of labor, such as the daily cleaning every morning. Regardless of whether there is dust on the table or the windows, the maids have to wipe it from beginning to end, every day.

According to Russell's idea, cleaning once a week is enough.

But in the eyes of Butler Morris, he must be meticulous, and he will carefully check every corner every day.

Make sure there are no sanitary dead spots.

Once something is not done well enough or wiped clean enough, he will think it is a loss of dignity for the master, and then scold the servants.

In short.

As a housekeeper, Maurice was conscientious.

He took care of the small manor house in an orderly manner. Upstairs and downstairs, the patio garden, the front lawn, the kennels and stables, there was no place that was not clean and tidy. It is completely different from the filth and chaos on the charcoal trail and the small market.

"Master, if you are free, I would like to talk to you about the selection of the old man."

"Oh, you say."

"The work of Mr. and Mrs. Brown in the manor is a bit... out of place. Mrs. Brown helps in the kitchen, but she is not a kitchen maid after all, and Mr. Brown is even more embarrassed. He is too old compared to the male servant."

The Browns were the left-behind servants of the former manor house and were responsible for taking care of this country villa for Baron Roman.

But like Old Hans' plight, the baron did not recall these servants after the Black-rumped Snake Manor was entrusted to Russell.

Then Russell arrived with his own servants, and the Browns sat on the wax. In the end, they could only stay here in an embarrassing status, neither up nor down. This not only made the Browns uncomfortable, but also made Butler Morris very unhappy.

"Indeed, it's a bit unfair to let Mr. and Mrs. Brown do chores in the manor's courtyard. Since you mentioned them, there must be new arrangements?" "Didn't you say that you would build a jet-black pig farm?" Butler Morris Said, "I talked to Mr. Brown and he is very willing to raise jet-black pigs and become a pig herder. I wonder if I can arrange for him to work on the jet-black pig farm?"

"If we really want to build a black pig farm, it will definitely not stay near the manor. It will be placed in a certain village. Mr. Brown is willing to work in the village?"

"He is very willing, I can guarantee that, sir."

"In this case, you can let Mr. Brown give it a try, but I have high hopes for the Black Pig. His job as a pigherder is very important. If he doesn't do well, I will replace him immediately." Russell said seriously.

The jet-black pig can extract a trace of Yuan Power from its body, which is already an excellent gene for breeding Yuan Beasts. It is very likely that new varieties of Yuan Beasts will be developed in the future.

The value is immeasurable.

Russell will naturally make great efforts to cultivate jet-black pigs, and even draw on the breeding knowledge on earth to continuously optimize the genes of jet-black pigs.

Therefore, the Black Pig Farm must have a pig herder who can perfectly implement Russell's ideas.

Then Russell asked: "What about Mrs. Brown? Do you also work at the Jet Black Pig Farm? I remember they have a son who works as a waiter in a shop in the town, right?"

"Yes." Morris replied, "But Mr. Brown doesn't want Mrs. Brown to go raise pigs with him. For women, the work of raising pigs is indeed harder. Seeing what Mrs. Brown means, she still wants to stay. In the other courtyard of the manor."

"What will be the arrangements if we stay in the manor's courtyard?"

"I found that Mrs. Brown seems to be very experienced in pastry. Sir, would you like to arrange a deputy for Mrs. Moore and let Mrs. Brown be a pastry chef to cook all kinds of bread and cakes for you?"

"Pastry chef?" Russell suddenly thought of something.

He did not immediately confirm Mrs. Brown's job as a pastry chef, but said: "Where is Mrs. Brown now? Did she go to the market?"

"No, she stayed in the kitchen looking after the boiler."

"Call her over here. I have some ideas that I need to ask her about."

"Ok."

A minute later, Mrs. Brown stood in front of Russell. Compared with Mrs. Moore, who was so nervous that her legs were shaking when she saw Russell, Mrs. Brown was much calmer.

"Sir, Butler Morris said you were looking for me?" Mrs. Brown said. She was about forty or fifty years old and spoke very softly.

"I heard from Butler Morris that you are good at cooking pasta. So, what kind of pasta can you make? Did you make all the pasta and desserts during the previous meal?" Russell closed his hands. of books asked.

"At first, Mrs. Moore did all the cooking. Only a few times when she was holding banquets and Mrs. Moore was too busy, she asked me to make the pastry. I can cook most breads, biscuits, egg tarts, puff pastry, and puffs. …”

Mrs. Brown talked about a lot of common pastries.

"You can make so many pastas. Have you ever worked in the kitchen of Fluorescent Castle before?" Russell asked curiously.

Mrs. Brown smiled and replied: "Yes, I worked as a kitchen maid in Fluorescent Castle for a while, and Mrs. Grammer taught me a lot about pastry."

Mrs. Grammer is the cook of the Fluorescent Castle. She has also worked step by step from the kitchen maid to the position of cook, and has worked in the kitchen of the Fluorescent Castle all her life. Most of the food Russell ate growing up was made by Mrs. Grammer.

"No wonder."

Russell affirmed Mrs. Brown's ability. In this era, skills are as valuable as knowledge, and it is difficult for ordinary people to learn them.

"Butler Morris recommended you to be the pastry chef, but I have new ideas. Mrs. Brown, I also have research on food, so I want you to cooperate with me and invent some new pastries." Russell said My own opinion.

Without him.

He wants to eat steamed buns, dumplings, fried dough sticks and steamed buns!
(End of this chapter)