"Miledi, let's take a few more days off here and wait until you get ready before leaving."

Roger "hululu" sucked a few more mouthfuls of Portuguese seafood rice.

"It's okay, in fact, I've sent someone to Salamanca and they'll play the front station for us.

"And you also draw the lions holding the torch and the warriors in armor, I also asked them to entrust the mason to carve it."

Roger laughed in his heart as he listened to Miledi's words, it was ice cream and the astronauts.

"It's better to take a few more days to leave, anyway, it's just like that when you go back early.

"Oh, there are only a few broken shells. What can you prove when you take them back?"

The waiter next to Roger strongly suggested pickling cod.

Roger probably said "Shell" just now, which made the waiter misunderstand that he didn't like the seafood paella with shellfish.

Roger did not defend himself.

From the waiter's introduction, Roger learned about the Portuguese's love for cod and their pride in cod cooking.

The waiter introduced that the charcoal roasted cod in front of Roger and fried green vegetables were made using fresh and simple cooking techniques.

According to the waiter's claim, this is one of 1,001 ways to make cod.

Moreover, the cod was pickled. According to the waiter's claim, this is one of more than 300 cooking methods for pickled cod.

The waiter introduced: "Only through such a combination of marinating and cooking can the original flavor of cod be perfectly presented. Please try it."

The wine merchants came over, and it was obvious that any Portuguese was very insightful about eating cod.

The wine merchant said: "It is best to eat cod with green wine.

“Located in the northern part of Portugal, in the Vianaburg district, the ‘vinhoverde’ green wine is the most suitable for cod.

“That’s the best wine in the whole of Iberia…”

"Excessive bragging can only reveal your ignorance."

Miledi unceremoniously interrupted the wine merchant's recommendation.

"The green wine tastes pretty good..." Roger defended the wine dealer.

Miledi glared at Roger fiercely: "Have you eaten enough of the bitterness?"

"Haha," Roger touched his nose, "The landslide was just an accident, and it had nothing to do with Green Wine... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Roger buried his head in eating cod.

"Even if that's not the case, Green Wine can't afford to be the best wine in Iberia."

Miledi was angrily relentless.

"Who doesn't know that only Sherry is worthy of this title."

Roger saw that the wine merchant blushed and his mouth was wailing, as if he wanted to refute.

But in the end, the wine merchant spoke and gave in:

"If you want to talk about the best wine, it's indeed Sherry, but it's not easy to get that wine now."

"Huh?" Roger heard something special from the wine dealer's words, "Didn't it mean that the production has been discontinued?"

The merchant replied: "There are still some, but they are very rare and expensive. If you can't sell it, you can easily fall into your hands."

The waiter interrupted from the side, "I saw it once last year."

Roger saw that Miledi was obviously interested.

The waiter continued, "After the baptism of Mr. Alfonso last summer..."

"It's Alfonso again!?" Roger was a little dizzy.

"His Excellency Henry, our Earl of Portugal, and his wife, Princess Teresa, the eldest son of Princess Alfonso. He was born last summer."

The waiter continued after explaining:

“A banquet was held after the baptism, and it was a big scene.

"There were not enough attendants in the castle, so we called all the waiters in our inn to receive guests from the outfield.

"At that time, I heard a 'boom' in the castle start to make a fuss.

"I just snatched the door and looked inside. I saw an Arab man who took out a bottle of wine and said there..."

"Wait," Roger interrupted the waiter's narrative without hesitation, "The story is well written, but unfortunately there are two poisonous points."

Roger leaned against the chair and said to the inconsiderate waiter:

"First of all, your Portuguese country is fighting a war with the Arabs.

"How could an Arab run over to attend the baptism of Prince Alfonso, and sit in the castle as a VIP?"

The waiter said, "That is the relative of His Highness Princess Teresa, and it seems to be her cousin."

"And we haven't fought a war with the Arabs in a while."

The wine merchant was helping to explain:

"This is what we are here, fighting and stopping, and it has been like this for more than a hundred years."

Roger frowned and thought, Uraka seemed to have said that Teresa was the illegitimate daughter of her father Alfonso VI and an Arab woman.

It should be true that Teresa has Arab relatives.

But this Arab dared to attend a Christian baptism banquet and was treated as a VIP, and there seemed to be some inside story hidden here.

Roger thought, forget it, I don't care about this kind of thing.

He said: "Okay, that doesn't count. But there is still a problem.

"The Arab faith does not allow drinking, so how could he, an Arab, come out with a bottle of wine?"

"I know this." The wine merchant came up to show off again.

“The Arab faith does not allow alcohol to be drunk, but it does not mean that it cannot be brewed.

"And there are many Christians there, some people drink and some people brew."

"Why are there Christians in the Arab territory?"

"There are so many, and you can just pay a pagan tax there, let alone Christians, you can believe anything."

"So that's it, that's OK, you continue."

So the waiter continued:

“What the Arabian brought out was Sherry wine.

"The VIPs here were all overjoyed. They shared the bottle of wine, but they were not satisfied.

"The Arab said, 'Wait next year, I will go to Port Cadiz again and find a way to buy some and send it to you.'"

"Is there any Sherry wine sold in Port Cadiz?" Miledy was excited.

The wine dealer interrupted and said, "There have always been rumors that there are Sherry wines sold in Cadiz, but it is said that they are extremely rare and expensive.

"Along the way, the Arab lords along the way were extremely taxed and there were many thieves.

"Thank you for your hard work, but if you can't sell it, you will lose a lot of money..."

"Let's go buy it!" Miledi's eyes lit up.

"That's Cadiz! The southernmost part of the entire Iberian Peninsula, the hinterland of the Arabs!"

“No war now.”

"Why don't you fight? Alfonso of Aragon has just fought."

"Aragorn is Aragon, Portugal is Portugal. The caravan can leave, why can't we go?"

"This is not a thief, lord..."

"Are you afraid of thieves? Are your subordinates and me? Are they all vegetarian? As for those lords, they are just money, you lack it?"

"A bottle of wine is just a long way away?"

“That’s Sherry!

"Besides, aren't you worried that you can't prove your courage?

“What better proof than a bottle of Sherry that requires deep into Arab territory to buy?”

"It seems to make some sense..."

"That's what I decided to go to Cadiz Shirley! Shirley!"

Roger looked at the excited Miledi and suddenly remembered a poem in his heart:

Dare to seek that heart in this life,

No matter how long the journey is,

How steep the roads are.
To be continued...