A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"Then... what's the future like?" Hei Zhen rarely showed a trace of curiosity. Even the Dragon Witch seemed to be similar to ordinary people when she could know the future.

"This is a long story." Li Xiang glanced at the sky, "Let's go to dinner, and I will tell you when the time comes."

"Eat? Servants don't need to eat."

"No, eating is a kind of enjoyment." Li Xiang shook his head and said seriously.

Although cooking is difficult for him, he has heard a lot from Ai Lei, not to mention that he is going to make another thing, a simple and delicious hot pot.

As a person who grew up in Sichuan and Sichuan, hot pot is essential.

And relatively speaking, it is not difficult.

It’s just that the hot pot base is a little more troublesome.

But anyway, it is now 1431, and many seasonings are basically available.

Chapter 27 Drunk Zhen

The sky was bleak.

Li Xiang raised a bonfire.

A pot is hung on the iron frame, and chili, pepper, ginger, oil, etc. are rolled in the soup.

As one of the largest cities in France, Orléans has a rich condiment.

Li Xiang mixed everything into the pot with his memory.

"Are you sure this is edible?" Hei Zhen looked at him suspiciously.

"No problem." Li Xiang began to pour venison, pork, radish, cabbage, etc., and the aroma overflowed after a while.

"It seems to be okay?" Hei Zhen swallowed subconsciously, but then glanced at Li Xiang to make sure that he hadn't been noticed, and continued to maintain a serious expression.

"Here you are." Li Xiang handed Heizhen a bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

Bowls are ready-made, while chopsticks are improvised.

Because there are no people in Orleans, in a sense, all kinds of things can be searched.

"Can you use chopsticks?" Li Xiang demonstrated and asked.

"Of course!" Hei Zhen's voice was a little louder, as usual.

But the first time it didn't work, a chopstick flew out from between his fingers. Although he was caught in time, he couldn't hold back his face.

With a gloomy face, she tried again and succeeded, but she still looked a little clumsy.

"Start it!" Li Xiang said, "Pick whatever you want in the pot by yourself."

"You also use this pot?" Hei Zhen frowned slightly. In the Western tradition, meals are eaten separately, each takes his own, and each eats his own.

"Eating hot pot is like this. It can reflect the feelings of the person who eats it, and it has more atmosphere." Li Xiang smiled.

"Who has a good relationship with you? If I didn't see you as my follower, I wouldn't have dinner with you!" Hei Zhen said angrily.

"Then eat quickly." Li Xiang knocked on the bowl, "According to table etiquette, don't talk while eating."

"You don't need to teach me this, of course I know!" Hei Zhen picked up the chopsticks and dropped them into the pot.

Bonfires illuminate the square.

In the lonely night, only the stars are scattered in the city.

In the silence, the two stopped talking.

Li Xiang looked at the dark street with his eyes, feeling like fleeing from the end of the world. The two of them were alone in an empty city, burning a fire to keep warm, and eating hot pot was like the last full meal in their lives.

"Do you want to drink muscat wine? I heard that only high-level church officials can drink it." Li Xiang dug out the wine he found in the church kitchen.

"Don't drink." Hei Zhen looked up from the pot, perhaps hearing the name of the church, her voice was a bit cold.

"Oh, it's a pity." Li Xiang unscrewed the bottle cap, and the extremely strong aroma spread out.

He had attended banquets and drank wine before, but they were all low-quality and cheap, and it was rare for him to see real high-end red wine for the first time.

"Want to try it?" Li Xiang saw Hei Zhen's eyes drifting over.

"No." Hei Zhen replied bluntly.

"As a follower, I have nothing to thank, so I will offer you a glass of wine." Li Xiang put the silver wine glass in front of her and said sincerely.

"Hmph, since it's your offering, I'll try it." Hei Zhen took a sip from the wine glass, her eyes brightened slightly, the ale in her memory was extremely bad, but this one seemed to be not bad.

Li Xiang smiled and began to tell the story of six hundred years later.

It was a completely different world from the Middle Ages.

Beautiful and diverse costumes, roaring trains, planes soaring in the sky, busy streets, and the magnificent city that never sleeps.

Before I knew it, the night was getting darker.

Hei Zhen drank several glasses of wine, her gloomy face was covered with blush, she said strange words, and finally fell into a deep sleep by the campfire.

Li Xiang thought of a dress.

Holy night supper.