"This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten." Ruth stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, feeling a little unsatisfied. "Even the nobles in the city have never eaten such delicious food, right?
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"Nobles?" Chris had an idea. Yes, he could sell the cream to those rich nobles.
Judging from the appearance of the natives in this world who have never seen the world, I believe they will like it very much.
And you can get rid of the dilemma of lack of money, and even gain a lot of reputation and improve your own strength.
Kill three birds with one stone.
Chris's mood became cheerful.
He couldn't wait to return to the bedroom and pulled out a small wooden box from under the bed with a copper lock hanging on it.
It contains all of Chris' belongings.
Following his memory, Chris took out a key from the bedside table and opened the lock.
In the wooden box, thirty shining silver coins lay quietly.
"Whether we can make it or not depends on this time." Chris put all the silver coins in a small cloth bag, got up and left the room.
"Mrs. Ellen, I have to go out. You don't have to cook for me at noon." Chris said to the busy cook as he passed by the kitchen.
"Okay, sir." Ellen responded, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Chris walked out of the castle and upon seeing this, Jonathan came up to him and asked, "Sir, are you going out?"
Chris said: "Leave one person at home to guard the door, and the others will go to Mote City with me."
Mote City is the nearest small city, where many nobles live.
"As you wish, my lord." Chief Knight Jonathan clasped his hands in a fist and performed a knight's salute.
After saying that, Jonathan trotted all the way to inform the knights, and then led the maroon horse over.
Chris turned over and rode up, with the chief knight holding the rope in front.
The raw materials for making butter can be purchased in Mott City, so Chris just goes there with the money and travels light.
The maroon horse carried Chris on its back and walked on the path with a clattering sound, followed by three knights holding weapons.
Chris looked at his territory from a distance. From a distance, there were only a few patches of green land, most of which were uncultivated wasteland.
This territory is barren and desolate, but it belongs entirely to Chris alone.
Chris smiled bitterly. It seemed that he still had a long way to go before he could become a comfortable lord.
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Chris's territory was only a few dozen miles away from Mote City, and the knight's running speed could keep up with the bay horse. About two hours later, the group saw the outline of Mote City.
A city is surrounded by walls that are tens of meters high. From a distance, it looks like a giant beast lying on the ground.
After being inspected by the city gate guards, they tied their bay-red horses at the city gate, and the five Chriss entered the city.
Although Mote City is a small city, it is also relatively prosperous. People come and go on the streets, and there are many vendors doing business on both sides of the road.
Chris found a commercial street with ease. He lived in Motte City for fifteen years. He didn't go to his own territory until he passed his sixteenth birthday and was made a baron.
Therefore, Chris has fifteen years of memories about Mote City in his mind.
Jonathan asked cautiously: "Sir, are you here to buy something?"
"No, we are here to sell things." Chris said with a smile, "You will know later."
Chris first spent five silver coins to rent a shop in a fairly good location, and then gave each person three silver coins and sent his knights out to buy milk, eggs and sugar.
There are also wooden basins, spoons for stirring, and disposable paper bowls.
After a while, the knights purchased everything they needed.
It was full and placed all over the floor.
There are a large stack of paper bowls, two pounds of sugar, four large glasses of milk, four wooden basins, four wooden spoons, and twenty pounds of eggs.
"Here, break all these eggs, pour the egg whites into the wooden basin, and stir them with a spoon. Remember not to use the egg yolks." This time, Chris did not choose to do it himself. Instead, he turned these knights into coolies.
Including the chief knight Jonathan, every knight has a wooden basin and a spoon in front of him.
"Sir, is that so?" Jonathan held the spoon in his right hand and stirred vigorously.
Chris responded with an affirmative look: "Yes, you continue."
Several knights were in good physical condition, and within a few minutes, the egg whites started to foam.
Chris continued to order: "Here, first add a small amount of milk and a few spoons of sugar, then continue to stir, and when it foams, add more milk and sugar."
After about ten minutes, the egg whites in the wooden basin gradually solidified and took on the appearance of grease.
"It's done!" Chris was overjoyed.
And because the milk purchased is of relatively high quality, the cream produced is milky white.
Chris dipped his fingers into a little cream and put it in his mouth.
In an instant, a faint sweet aroma spreads in the mouth, as well as a rich taste of milk.
Overall, the quality of the cream is very high, and I believe that the nobles and wealthy people in Motte City will definitely like it.
Chris estimated the cost. He spent a total of fifteen silver coins and made about eighty portions of butter. That means the cost of each portion of butter was nineteen coppers (1 silver coin = 100 coppers), so I sold it for five
Ten coppers isn't too much, right?
Chris asked Jonathan and others to scoop the cream into a paper bowl with a spoon, then set up a table at the door of the shop and put the cream on it.
Jonathan asked: "Sir, what is the name of what we are making?"
"Call it, snowflake cake." Chris smiled.
The name of the cream is too rustic, but the snow cake is more poetic, it is as white as snowflakes.
Chris is looking forward to it.
However, after waiting for a long time, no one stopped to ask.
Chris was a little confused: "Is it because I didn't hawk?"
The taste of the snowflake cake is quite good. As long as you take a small bite, you will fall in love with it crazily.
But no one even asked, which is a big problem.
"Jonathan, come here and sell some." Chris called the chief knight over, "Just call 'Snowflake cake, sell snowflake cake, sweet snowflake cake'."
"Sir, is this not good?" Jonathan was a little nervous.
Chris said: "If you don't shout, your salary will be gone next month. Anyway, all my belongings are here. If I can't sell them, I will go bankrupt."
As a result, the residents of Mote City saw the following scene at the market:
A sturdy man with a height of 1.9 meters stood in front of the stall and shouted coyly: "Snow, snow cake, sweet, sweet snow cake."
That look makes people laugh.
I don’t know if Jonathan’s shouting had an effect, but a young man stopped in front of the stall and asked: “Boss, how do you sell this ice cream cake?”