It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 982 Miss Silver Dragon's Request to Gretel

"Adventure? Open a store in another place?"

The smile on Uncle Hawthorne's face remained unchanged, but froze slightly, and he turned his head to look inward.From the back kitchen, there was a clanging voice:

The sound of knives chopping carapaces, the sound of kitchen utensils moving, the sound of splashing water... mixed with Mrs. Hawthorne, that is, Ms. Jasmine's energetic shout:
"Guests, what kind of lobster do you want? Steamed? Boiled? Roasted with sauce? Do you want some garlic?"

"Everything!" Cerilla shouted back even louder:
"Sister Jasmine, you do what you are good at and what you like to eat! Anyway, I caught a lot! Do you want chili? I brought very good chili!"

Uncle Hawthorne smiled and looked at the kitchen with warm eyes.He paused for a moment, then turned his head to face Archmage Bilbo. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Archmage Bilbo waved his hand casually:

"Hey, eat first and talk when you're full. I heard that your wife is very good at cooking?"

"That's not it!" A bright voice came from the back kitchen.Ms. Jasmine was holding a large plate with a diameter of two feet, walked over briskly, and put the plate down on the largest wooden table.When the lid is opened, the fragrance overflows immediately:
"I cook all the dishes in our house! Baked bread, baked biscuits, stewed meat, fried fish, stewed soup..."

She set out a stack of small bowls, and quickly poured out bowls of steaming seafood soup, starting with Master Bairbo.When it was placed in front of Mr. Balensimo, he raised his chin and smiled at him:
"Don't look at him being very good at cooking wild game. When he is adventuring in the wild, he can cook anything delicious. This kind of cooking skills at home, he can't compare to me!"

"That's it, that's it!" Balensimo sat still, raised his head and smiled at Ms. Jasmine, obviously quite familiar with them.After laughing, he took half a spoonful of fish soup and shook it to Mr. Hawthorne who was opposite:
"My level is about the same as his, far worse than yours! Beautiful lady, when will the other dishes be served? I'm starving to death!"

Jasmine turned around with a smile, and went back to the kitchen to get busy.The delicious and tangy stewed seafood soup, the golden red and sweet honey grilled ribs, the flexible and rich red wine beef tongue, the outside is burnt and crispy, and the inside is sweet and sweet crab cakes, all of which are served on the table like flowing water:
"good to eat!"

"good to eat!"

"It's delicious, it's delicious... um..."

The dishes were really big, so Gretel and Archmage Bairbo tasted each dish before politely stopping their knives and forks.A small bowl of soup, a small rib, a piece of beef tongue, a thick crab cake, almost half full.

There are still so big lobsters that have not been served, and the aroma of desserts is constantly wafting out from the kitchen.I really can't eat any more, and if I eat any more, I won't be able to eat the rest!

But Cerilla ate so much that she couldn't lift her head, and she moved the spoon like flying, her whole face was buried in the bowl.There was a piece of honey on the corner of his mouth, it was shiny and greasy, and he couldn't even wipe it off:

"It's delicious...sweet and fragrant...Sister Jasmine, do you have any more crab cakes? Bring me another plate!"

"coming!"

Ms. Jasmine rolled out of the kitchen like the wind, put down a plate of crab cakes, and placed them all in front of Cerilla.Seeing that the silver dragon girl's face was all lit up, she couldn't help smiling, and wiped her hands on the apron:
"Do you want any more? The crab meat is temporarily out. If you still want it, I'll make some lobster meat!"

"Well...not for now, I'll wait for the lobster..."

Cirella only answered one sentence before chewing hard.The crab cakes are purely made of fresh crab leg meat, and the meat is probably still alive when the meat is removed. The crab meat is distinct, and the meat is fine and elastic.Squeeze a little lemon juice and sprinkle it on top to bring out all the freshness and sweetness:

"Once upon a time! Gretel, you have one again!"

With a bang, a thick crab cake fell directly onto Gretel's plate.

Gretel took a deep breath.Weighing his own digestion ability, he hesitated to pick up the knife and fork.While cutting, find topics to chat with the owner:
"Mr. Hawthorne, these things in your store are so convenient for adventurers to use!"

"Of course!" Uncle Hawthorne laughed.He glanced back at the display in the store area, raised his head, full of pride:

"I used to be an adventurer too! Until..."

"You took an arrow to the knee?"

Gretel reflexively interfaces.Uncle Hawthorne frowned:
"How do you know?—but instead of being hit by an arrow, you got hit by an ice pick..."

Gretel took a sharp breath.Knee shot or something, it's fun for outsiders to joke about, but it's not funny at all for the doctor:

The knee thing has a complex structure, precision, and fragility.Joint capsule, synovial membrane, cartilage, etc. If you exercise too much, it will wear and tear, and it will be damaged; if you do not exercise enough, it will cause insufficient blood supply and nourishment, and it will still be damaged.

Not to mention the trauma, recovery, really a lot of problems.Whether it is a doctor in the orthopedics department or the rehabilitation department, one head and two big...

"I made that ice pick." In the back kitchen, a smiling voice with fragrance approached from far away. "Bang", "bang", "bang", several plates of lobsters were placed on the table one by one:

One plate is steamed, one plate is boiled, one plate is added with minced garlic, and the other plate is baked with cheese... The fragrance is overflowing, Jasmine holds a silver knife and cuts open the lobster shell, slightly to the two sides, and there are large pieces of snow-white shrimp meat , I couldn't wait to jump out.

"That's right, she was the one who hit it." Uncle Hawthorne leaned back, avoiding the hot plate, turned his head and said with a smile:
"Then she lost herself to me...and here we are, opening this 'Firestone and Molly', Firestone is my nickname, Molly is hers... I've been fattened by her over the years 40 pounds!"

He patted his stomach hard, and there was a "bang bang", brazenly showing the happy life after marriage.Jasmine rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, and took a seat beside him. In the next second, a large piece of white lobster meat fell onto her plate:

"Only her, no matter what she eats, she won't gain weight! After a few years, she is still so young and beautiful, I'm so envious!"

"Because I'm a half-elf." Mrs. Hawthorne gave her husband a slight look.As he spoke, he took a piece of steamed lobster meat the size of a fist for his husband, cut it up finely, poured the sauce on it and pushed it in front of him:

"How can a half-elf be so easy to get fat? It's not like you, who sit here and look at the shop every day, eating nothing but eating. This year alone, the belt has already put two buttons..."

Gretel quietly watched the interaction between the husband and wife, with a smile on his lips unknowingly.Beside him, Cerilla leaned over gently, with his arms hanging down, and his little finger gently scratched his palm:

"You're not allowed to get fat! Do you hear me?"

"That's for sure..."

Gretel replied quietly.Originally, he wanted to help the elder brother and persuade the owner and his wife to move to another place to open a shop, but now he has withdrawn his idea.Cut lobster meat, dip it in some sauce, chew it and swallow it together:

The two adventurers, through wind and rain, went through hardships, and finally managed to settle down. Why bother them?It's good that people live happily!As for the mission of the Kingdom of Eagles, you can definitely find someone else...

"Is Madam a half-elf?" Archmage Bilbo put down his fork and asked suddenly.He carefully looked at the couple's appearance:

Mr. Hawthorne looks like he is 37 or 40 years old. It must be said that [-] years old is also possible. He is already an age that can be called "uncle";

Mrs. Hawthorne, or Ms. Molly, was light in stature and delicate in features.In terms of pure appearance, he is at most 23 or [-] years old, and he is youthful and beautiful in his words and smiles.

If they were about the same age when they met, there would now appear to be a gap of fourteen or fifteen years.And as time goes by, the appearance gap between humans and half-elves will become bigger and bigger:
Now he is fourteen or fifteen years old. In a few years, he will look like he will be in his twenties. In a few years, he will even look like a grandparent.And the gap will only widen, not narrow, until death separates them.

"Yes!" Ms. Jasmine nodded with a smile.She picked up her thick long hair casually, revealing ears that are slightly longer than ordinary people, but not too obvious:

"You can't see it, right? My mother said, I can't see it 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 annoying..."

As she spoke, she looked back at her husband with tenderness in her eyes:

"Even him! If I didn't hurt him at that time and owe him favors, I wouldn't talk to him!"

"Sir, do you still want to go further on the road of warriors?" Archmage Bierbo nodded and asked:
"At your current level, if you go further and reach the level of a great knight, your lifespan will be extended a lot... If you add some medicines, the youth that can be extended will be longer... It's hard to say if it is too much, 30 years There is."

"no need."

"no need."

The Hawthorne couple 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 road of warriors, every time you enter a level, you have to fight with your life. I can't bear it... He is very good like this! Really, being together quietly is better than anything else... ..."

Even if the price is the loneliness of the other party for decades after one party reaches the end of his life?Gretel wanted to ask.Archmage Bairbo has already laughed:
"There are ways to advance without going into battle, but they are more expensive. But now there is a good opportunity..."

He raised his hand, and outlined a piece of light and shadow, which was the 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 Kingdom of Eagles and said:

"The parliament was invited to go to the Kingdom of Eagles to help them resist the invasion of the Glorious Holy See. We plan to set up a stronghold here, and then open a trade route 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 batch of people to eat crabs, the parliament is willing to give these businessmen who are willing to take risks enough protection and preferential treatment.

On this point, Mr. Hawthorne can come to a conclusion almost 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, it is not impossible for him to go to the Kingdom of Eagles——

He subconsciously turned his head to look at his wife, but he saw Jasmine staring blankly at the emerald green long and narrow continent under the light and shadow.His eyes were fixed, almost in a trance.

"What's the matter, Jasmine?"

Mr. Hawthorne asked softly.Jasmine carefully looked at the continent, from the top to the bottom, from the towering mountains to the verdant rainforest:

"Mum told me that my father, that's from there—"

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