"Sir, the cream cake you ordered is ready!" At this moment, Rose walked out of the kitchen and came to the table personally carrying a dinner plate.
There are two small plates placed on the dinner plate, and on the plate is a small cream cake.
Although the appearance is not as colorful as in the previous life, the appearance as white as snow is still alluring in this world.
Boris didn't pay attention to the cream cake at this time, but looked at Rose blankly.
It wasn't that he was attracted by Rose's beauty, but that Rose looked familiar. After a while, Boris finally remembered.
He couldn't help but said in surprise, "Are you the owner of Rose's Tavern in Tulip City?"
Rose was a little surprised when she heard Boris calling out her identity, and then bowed respectfully to Boris, "This noble lord, I am now Lord Nalant's castle cook!"
"Sir, this noble gentleman, please use it slowly!" Then, Rose retreated with a graceful figure.
After Rose's back disappeared, Boris looked back blankly.
Boris was also one of the people who invited Rose to work as a cook in the castle.
Unfortunately, Rose did not agree at that time. He never imagined that Rose would be captured by Nalant in the end.
Moreover, looking at Rose's attitude, it was clear that she was not as proud as before, but she was respectful to Narant.
"Sir Boris, do you know Rose too?"
"I know. Rose's Tavern was very famous in Tulip City at the beginning, but later I inherited the family title and rarely went to Tulip City!" Boris looked at Nalant with complicated eyes and nodded in reply.
"Your Excellency Nalant, I am a little curious about how you brought Rose into the castle! At first, many nobles offered her olive branches, but they were all rejected."
"Your Excellency Boris, I'm afraid you don't know that she was exiled to the Storm Territory, so she became a citizen of my territory. I didn't know about her existence until I met her!" Nalant replied with a smile.
"It's so!" Hearing this answer, Boris felt better. It was not that Nalan had special means, but that he was very lucky to get the advantage.
Rose once showed kindness to a down-and-out aristocratic lady, although she only took her in for a few days.
However, later the noble lady actually married a guard commander under the earl who had the title of baronet.
With the care of that young lady, although many nobles in Tulip City coveted Rose, no one dared to use bad means.
If it weren't for the Daughter of Doom incident, I'm afraid Rose wouldn't have ended up in the Storm Territory anyway, letting Nalant take advantage.
"Why didn't the God of Glory let me find out earlier? Even if there was a trace of danger, then I would still be willing to take her in!" Boris realized that he, a noble baron, couldn't help but be jealous of Nalant.
"Your Excellency Boris, let's try some dessert!" Seeing Boris's disappointed look, Nalant realized that Rose's charm was even greater than he had imagined.
However, who calls himself lucky? He immediately said hello to Boris.
And this cream cake is the ‘blockbuster’ that Nalant prepared for Boris. After tasting this cream cake, I believe that Boris’s understanding of sugar will reach a higher level.
Although white sugar is good, because of the reputation of the land of doom, if Nalant wants to promote it, he needs a 'reasonable' origin. Otherwise, don't overestimate the fear of death among the nobles. No one will take the risk.
Satisfy your appetite at the risk of being tainted with bad luck, especially before you have tasted this delicious food.
Therefore, for at least this first batch of white sugar, Narant needs to find an agent. Only after the nobles can no longer live without the sugar can he sell it without any scruples.
"Okay, Sir Nalant!" Boris's mind was still stuck on the unfairness of the secretly Rongguang boss. After hearing this, he subconsciously picked up the spoon and took a bite of the cream cake.
Bah!
"Uh..." Boris, who had just regained some consciousness, fell into confusion again...
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A lunch made Baron Boris, who was confident before coming, completely confused. This inconspicuous storm collar completely subverted his previous understanding of delicious food.
"Your Excellency Narant, how on earth did you do this!" After finishing the cream cake, Boris said with a bitter tone.
Nalant did not answer Boris directly, but waved to the servant beside him with a smile, and the servant immediately brought a small clay pot.
"Your Excellency Boris, this is white sugar, the raw material for making white sugar white bread, and it is also indispensable if you want to make delicious cream cakes!"
Narant handed the clay pot to Boris.
After Boris heard this, he stared at the clay pot in front of him with burning eyes.
"No wonder it can be made so delicious, and its appearance is so beautiful and exquisite!" Seeing the white sugar in the clay pot, as white as crystal sand, Boris felt a sense of nobility in his heart.
"Your Excellency Boris, you can try the real taste of this sugar again!"
"Is that okay?" Boris was stunned.
"Of course!" Nalant smiled and nodded.
With permission, Boris took a silver spoon without hesitation and took a mouthful of sugar into his mouth.
"Hmm!" As the white sugar entered his mouth, although he had already known its sweetness through cream cakes, when he tasted real white sugar in person, the unprecedented sweetness still had a huge impact on Boris's mouth.
At this time, Boris's eyes changed when he looked at the clay pot. It was no longer snow-white sugar, but full of golden gold coins.
Boris' reaction was completely within Narant's expectation. Now that all the preparations had been completed, Narant was ready to close the net, "Sir Boris, what do you think of this sugar?"
"A gift from God!" Boris no longer struggled and showed the greatest respect to sugar.
"Well, Mr. Boris, do you think this sugar would be too expensive if it cost one gold coin for a small jar?"
"One gold coin per jar? Mr. Narant, is the production of this sugar very large?" Boris was a little unbelievable.
"It's not that big. This year I only have a thousand cans of sugar! Next year the number may increase!" Narant shook his head.
The brown sugar he got this time was only over a thousand kilograms, which was actually not much.
In addition, he also left hundreds of kilograms of brown sugar to make brown sugar and black bread to attract civilian caravans to the Storm Territory, so the maximum amount of white sugar he could get was more than five hundred kilograms.
The small clay pots in this world are all rationed, and a small pot can hold about half a kilogram of something. Therefore, Narante's white sugar will only be about a thousand cans before the next batch of sugar cane matures.