The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 241
The medicated bath developed by William is quite effective, but there are many problems in it, such as the control of the properties of the medicine, and the final problem of heat dissipation. After all, the water in the bathtub almost turned into boiling water in the end, and even idlers can’t stand it. Live in such a torment.William studied this prescription not only for himself, but also for the future of Misha'er.

However, the power of the little girl's bloodline that has not yet been awakened is very different from the power of her already advanced bloodline. William believes that as long as he continues to study in depth, the awakening of the little girl's bloodline will definitely give him more experience and grasp, and this is for him. It is also an excellent supplement to practice.Although this way of dispelling the heat with medicinal baths is not as convenient and fast as the blood of the frost giant, it is better than the gradual and steady foundation. Of course, William still cannot do without the mother and daughter. After all, his strength has grown too much. Soon.

After living together for a long time, Feniya has also learned to be shy. At certain times, she occasionally shows a bit of a ladylike taste. I really don't know who this silly girl learned from.

When Yasuna came back from the downstairs kitchen, Feniya's low voice made the real frost giant very dissatisfied. Her little Feniya was undergoing some kind of test, but she refused to sing loudly. Obviously not in line with the tradition of frost giants.

In Yasuna's words, "The frost giant should yell loudly, what is it like to be so grunting!"

Now William will not feel embarrassed when Yasuna bumped into the tenderness of the two of them, and his thick skin has been greatly increased.After training with Phineya for quite a while, I left contentedly, and left as if nothing had happened.

Just as Yasuna brought a large pot of stew from the kitchen, as well as a large piece of toast and cheese, William turned to call the two little girls who had been asleep to get up for dinner, but found that the two little girls were hiding under the blanket Laughing, William's old face couldn't help but heat up.

To be honest, the food level in this world is indeed poor, not to mention pasta, except for bread and pancakes. In terms of meat, besides barbecue, basically there are only two choices of boiling and stewing. As for the way they stew meat?Put large pieces of meat directly in cold water, boil it in plain water like this, sprinkle some salt and seasoning after it is cooked, it tastes fishy and greasy, and has no taste.Some fastidious guys will sprinkle some expensive overseas spices to cover up the unbearable meaty smell, but the taste in the mouth is even more sour. William once tasted it and refused to accept it again The so-called aristocratic cuisine.

The family members who had been spoiled by William's food really couldn't bear such rough food. The two little girls ran away holding their noses, and the two little troublemakers even covered their mouths and vomited to each other. , to express their dissatisfaction, I really want them to recall the years when they were hungry.Even Phineya, who usually likes to eat meat the most, was unwilling to touch the pot of dark food, so she grabbed a piece of bread and gnawed on it.

Yasuna stuck a piece of stewed meat with a knife and threw it on the ground. The cat, cat, and worm wagged its tail excitedly, pounced on it and began to bite. Among the whole family, this little thing was the only one who didn't know how to be a picky eater. .

Misha ran to him, shook William's arm and said softly, "Misha wants to eat the meat made by brother! Is that okay? William—"

William smiled and nodded the little girl's forehead, and said, "You little girl, you will really cause trouble for my brother. Well, I'll cook a pot again." William picked up the broth pot and strode walk out of the room.

In the lobby of the hotel, a group of idlers were sniffling and drooling. Although the beef stew was not very good at cooking, it was still unimaginably delicious for poor people like them.Old Cobbs has promised that when the guests upstairs finish eating, each of them will be given a small half bowl of diluted broth, which makes everyone eagerly looking forward to William and others finishing their meal quickly. It's right now.

Perhaps the gods answered their prayers, and after a while, the idlers saw William appearing in the hall with a bowl of broth, and old Cobbs rushed up to him and asked, "Mr. William, what can I do for you? "When the hotel owner was speaking, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the stew pot in William's hand, but he found that the meat inside was almost untouched.

William shook his head and asked, "Who made this stew?"

Old Cobbis said proudly: "Of course it was made by me, old Cobbis! I'm not bragging, I'm definitely no worse than those cooks from noble families in stewing meat. If there are spices from Karatu . " The hotel owner was bragging about his "excellent" stewing skills, which seemed to be his skill that turned the original bread-flavored meat into a real beef stew.

William waved his hand to stop old Kobbis' nonsense, and said with a sneer, "Is this what you call superb craftsmanship? The stew you made is too fishy and unpalatable, and my family can hardly swallow it."

Old Cobbs blushed at William's words, and shouted angrily: "You, you are slander! You insult my craftsmanship, outsider! In West Combe, no matter who makes the barbecue They all taste like this, without the precious spices from Karatu, no one can get rid of the fishy smell in the meat."

William sneered, "Really?"

The idlers next to me chimed in loudly:

"of course it's true!"

"Old Cobbs is the best meat stew master in the whole of Sicombe, even the city lord of Sicombe once praised his craftsmanship."

"Young man, you are questioning the wisdom of an elder"

"Shut up!" William said in a deep voice, and immediately stopped everyone's nonsense, he said with a cold face: "I didn't appear here to argue with you whether your craftsmanship is really good, no matter what Said, these meals are not to our taste, but I don't bother to pursue you. Now! Tell me where the kitchen is, and I will cook it myself."

Old Cobbs had an ugly expression on his face, and he asked bitterly, "Mr. William, are you serious?"

William threw the stew pot on the counter, sneered and did not answer. Old Cobbs did not move, and asked again with some difficulty: "Then what to do with these stews?"

William shook his head and said, "You can dispose of it as you please, whether it's dumped or given to beggars, I don't care about it."

Old Cobbs's face became better now, and he said with a flattering smile as he led the way: "You are really a generous gentleman, Mr. William. Please come with me, the kitchen is here. You must be someone with special skills. Gourmet, I wonder if I can have the honor to watch your cooking?"

William followed slowly, and said arrogantly, "As long as you can understand."

(End of this chapter)