Chapter 1044 Great Cleverness and Roast Chicken Skin
Dawn Farm was cleared by Perseus in a snap. After Christine finished collecting the best dark chocolate, she followed her companions and continued walking to the north of the Rusty Plains.
For those who were killed, from Boom's point of view, they were just dispensable existences. There was only one reason for them to be killed, and that was that they had fully witnessed the tragedy that happened at Dawn Farm, and therefore, they
I also became a member of the tragedy.
Life became peaceful again, with no disturbance except for Rikka's little hands that were stained by dark chocolate all day long. After breakfast that day, Boom looked at the useless things he was about to throw away, and suddenly spoke up to stop Hastur. "Hasta, these chicken skins seem to be the leftovers from Rikka last night. If you need them, how about you leave them to me?"
Boom rubbed his chin and waved to Hastur. With nothing to do, Boom seemed to be thinking about something interesting again.
"Yes, Master Boom, but these things are all waste. If you are not full, I can catch some more buffaloes and bring them back."
Upon hearing this, Hastur bowed and saluted, and then walked towards Boom holding the wooden basin. But even so, he didn't understand why Boom wanted these things.
Chicken skin, as the name suggests, means something that has been stripped off and discarded. Only the poorest among the poor would pick it up and eat it, so even Boom, who was once an orphan in the royal city, would rarely put it into his mouth. However, because of boredom last night, Boom unexpectedly threw a small piece of chicken skin into the bonfire. A few seconds later, a scent of evaporated oil poured into his nose. Boom's eyes lit up when he saw this, but he did not rush to throw it away.
Let me tell everyone about this.
That's why Boom today plans to try to make these things that are useless in the eyes of the world. He is not a high-ranking nobleman, and he is very fond of the offal that only the poor eat.
"Lord Boom, although I admire your accomplishments in baking food, even if these chicken skins are in your hands, it is probably difficult to turn them into delicious delicacies."
"Sister Christine once said that if something is destined to be unrewarding, then you should give up early and find another way. This is the choice of a smart person, and it is the eternal truth in the world."
"Therefore, Master Boom, I think you should spend more time on training. Even if you really want to barbecue, you should choose those delicious offal. The climate during this period is mild, and I think it is the perfect combination of beef tongue and sheep eyeballs."
moment."
Hastur skewered the chicken skin onto the iron sign, and then gently tightened it with his fingers. Although he could not understand Boom's behavior, he still worked quickly according to the other's instructions.
It's just that as a companion, Hastur naturally doesn't hold back what he should say. What's more, it also involves the selection of barbecue ingredients, so it is difficult for him to say a few more words.
However, what responded to him was a pair of eyes that hated iron but could not be transformed into steel. Boom's face was cloudy due to the swaying of the campfire, as if he had heard something unacceptable.
"If you practice barbecue in this form, you'd better leave as soon as possible!"
"The essence of barbecue is to use flames to burn the ingredients, and the ingredients will quickly transform in a short period of time, either evolving into appetizing delicacies, or just charcoal residue with a special taste."
"Barbecue is something only the poor eat. Have you ever seen a nobleman who loves it? So the prejudice against the ingredients itself is a blasphemy against barbecue in my eyes!"
Boom greased the skewered chicken skin, and then sprinkled some secret seasoning. The bonfire quickly evaporated the water on the surface, and the sizzling sound was like the sound of nature, and the aroma made it difficult to stay calm. Taking a light bite, Hasta felt that his favorite pig intestines were instantly eclipsed. They were smooth and tender yet chewy, and the slightly rough smoky flavor danced with the minced chili pepper. The iron pick kept falling to the ground, and finally Hasta
Ta slowly raised his head, looking forward to a new round of battle.
Boom nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, and then the two of them were eating grilled chicken skin skewers while thinking about which seasoning was suitable. The sound spread in the wind, and Rikka not far away sniffed, and then raised his quill.
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"Oh yo yo? My brother is having a barbecue. What does this taste like? It seems that I have never tasted it before."
"Sister Christine, should we end our study today? Counting the time, it's time to make lunch!"
After Rikka finished speaking, she looked at Christine expectantly. The little girl had long asked about the aroma of roasted chicken skin, but due to Christine's temper, she just endured it until now.
Life returned to peace, and Christine naturally taught the three little ones again. However, Hastur escaped early by relying on his photographic memory. As for Rikka and Perseus, they could only stay here.
Continue to copy the ancient spirit text.
Christine has never given any guidance on the practice of the three of them, because in her opinion, no matter whether they are ancient ferocious beasts or relics, they cannot be treated with common sense. "Follow your heart" and then maximize your talents. This is to overcome
Listing's response to this point is the best choice at the moment.
But basic etiquette and historical development are universal, and in these two aspects, Christine, who has lived for more than four hundred years, can be said to be familiar with the road, and there is no difficulty in teaching it. However, this is a hardship for the three little guys.
Hastur was fine, but Rikka and Perseus were absent-minded and slow to react.
"When will you finish writing this general history of Austria and Gu? When will you be able to move freely?"
"It won't do if you make a wrong word, it won't do if the handwriting is ugly, and it won't do if it goes against what's recorded in the book."
Christine took a sip of coffee, then glanced at Boom and Hastur who were grilling chicken skin skewers not far away, and then whispered to Rikka.
Although Christine usually has a kind face, only her companions know the stubbornness of this mixed-blood elf. Once upon a time, because of a slip of the tongue by Boom, she actually continued the barrage for more than two hours. In the end, if it hadn't been for Boom's repeated attacks
If you beg for mercy, you will probably be scolded by Christine until you give up practicing magic and switch to raising pigs and beasts.
"I...I've written it, it should be right, but the handwriting is a bit ugly." Perseus handed a few pieces of paper to Christine before Rikka could speak again.
Half a minute later, Christine nodded with satisfaction, indicating that Perseus had finished his study for the day and could move around freely. But this made Rikka even more angry. The little girl wanted to teach this stupid servant a lesson, but
But he didn’t dare to throw away the quill in his hand.
"Perseus wrote very well, so even if his handwriting is a little short, he finally lived up to my hard work. As for you, from this aspect alone, you are not as good as the other person."
Christine raised her eyebrows and signaled Rikka to start over. The little girl's face was covered in ink again with a grimace, and then she began to draw ghostly symbols with a groan.
There was a big bald head beside the bonfire not far away, and the demand for grilled chicken skin skewers was increasingly in short supply, and the alluring aroma was lingering on the rusty plain.
"Chili, cumin, and sugar are the best condiments for grilled chicken skin skewers!" Boom said.
"Also, control the heat. If it is too strong, it will destroy the original smooth and tender texture of the chicken skin skewers. If it is too weak, it will eventually lose all the moisture." Hasta added.
Boom laughed loudly after hearing this, praising Hastur's barbecue skills that have just begun to show off. Hastur nodded slightly, saying that he still needs more practice, and strives to catch up with Boom in the shortest possible time.
As for Perseus, he had no idea what the two of them were talking about. The strong man seemed to be having a bulimia attack at this moment, silently stuffing skewers of grilled chicken skin into his mouth.