47. Suolong Brand Tubular Ribs is full of tonic soup!
The sun sets!
The red maple glow illuminates the entire sky.
The originally empty small square in the serf village also seemed a little crowded at this time.
In the middle of the small square is a conical firewood pile composed of tree trunks.
Surrounded by long wooden tables, there are wild fruits picked by the serf children from the mountains and forests around the territory.
A unique fragrance filled the small square.
Zoro was currently sitting on a tall wooden bench.
In front of him was a makeshift stove.
There is a huge pottery jar with a height of 1.67 meters sitting on top of the stove.
Below is a blazing fire that keeps making crackling sounds.
The little maid Thor kept putting dry firewood into the heart of the stove.
In Sauron's hands, he was holding a wooden spoon as thick as an arm and stirring it continuously in the large pottery jar.
With every big move of his hands,
There will be a strong aroma of meat wafting out from the huge pottery vat.
I saw all kinds of things floating on the surface of the pottery jar.
Red, green, brown and so on.
These are all products from the surrounding mountains and forests.
Since there was no rice wine to remove the fishy smell, Sauron could only move out a barrel of ale hidden in the underground wine cellar of Isisburg.
This barrel of ale seems to be a hobby leftover from the predecessor's father.
It's just that the predecessor, like Zoro, didn't drink, so he was forgotten in the wine cellar.
But this time, Zoro, who wanted to make soup, took him out of the wine cellar.
Zoro also tried to take a sip, but he didn't like the taste.
Although it looks the same as beer and has a light yellow color and smells full of wheat flavor,
But it is not as crystal clear as beer, and it also tastes bitter.
There are many impurities floating in the light yellow turbid wine.
So Sauron reluctantly used it to replace rice wine after filtering it over and over again.
As for the ale left in the barrel, he didn't plan to move it back to the wine cellar.
Prepare to save it for the evening bonfire party celebration.
After all, Tian doesn't feel bad for betraying his father, not to mention Zoro is no longer Zoro.
As the sky gradually darkened, Sauron continued to stir the large pottery jar in front of him tirelessly.
The thick white bone broth in the tank has begun to roll continuously.
A small group of children from serf families began to gather not far around Sauron.
These children were all attracted by the smell of meat that was constantly emanating.
They looked at the huge pottery vat from a distance, although they didn't know what was being brewed in it.
But just the smell of meat wafting from a distance made them swallow their saliva crazily.
Some of the young children even had a small string of waterfalls hanging from their mouths.
In their envious eyes, Sauron filled a bowl of thick white bone soup from the pottery jar and handed it to the little maid Thor who had been working hard to add firewood:
"Thor, come and taste it, how do you like it?"
"Well~ what the master cooks will definitely be delicious, just as delicious as honey crab meat!"
Since he had already tasted the delicious crab meat and honey at noon, Thor was full of confidence in Sauron at this time.
She stretched out her hands and took the wooden bowl handed over by Zoro.
In addition to the thick bone soup, the wooden bowl also contained several pieces of meaty ribs and some mushrooms and seashells.
"Boom~"
Thor first blew on the hot bone broth, and then took a gentle sip.
As the slightly hot bone soup entered her mouth, she immediately let out a comfortable moan.
“Delicious!”
"Shredded coconut!" Zoro encouraged himself happily.
Although it was just two simple words, it made Zoro feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
It seems as if his cooking skills were automatically maxed out after traveling through time.
Even if there are no condiments such as onions, ginger, garlic, MSG, and chicken essence.
It only relies on natural condiments such as mushrooms and seashells, plus several hours of careful cooking.
So Long cooked this pot of nutritious and delicious pork ribs soup.
Seeing the unwilling children drooling exaggeratedly, Zoro couldn't help but smile.
He turned around and took out another bowl of rich tube bone soup from the large vat.
Zoro passed over Thor, who was happily drinking bone soup, and came to the group of onlookers.
Under Thor's curious gaze, he gently asked the boy standing at the front: "What is your name? Whose child is your child from?"
Zoro could tell that this slightly thin boy seemed to be the leader of this group of children.
When faced with the inquiry from the owner of this territory, Marco's mood was naturally nervous and a little excited.
Although he knew Sauron, Sauron did not know him.
"Marco!"
"Lord Zoro, my name is Marco!"
"He is the eldest son of serf Wayne." Marco shouted loudly, fearing that Sauron might not hear his name clearly.
Marco felt no shame in his status as a serf.
Of course, he was not the only one who thought this way, other children in the territory also thought the same way.
Because everyone's status is that of serfs, there is no sense of distance.
The relationship between them is even closer than that of children who grew up in the city.
"Is it because the wheat field your family is responsible for was destroyed by the big wild boar that came down the mountain today?"
When Zoro heard Marco's words, he immediately thought of Wayne who wanted to cut his bones for him and Kahn's request.
He didn't know if the two were the same person, so he wanted to ask to confirm.
Marco bit his lip, he didn't know what Sauron meant by this sentence.
"Does Lord Sauron want to take back his previous promise? Has he changed his mind and plans to pursue his father's punishment?"
Zoro naturally didn't know what Marco was thinking.
He asked more simply because he wanted to confirm whether the fathers of the two of them were the same person.
So Marco suppressed the panic in his heart and spoke.
Just some stuttering words showed that his current mood was not as calm as he looked on the surface: "Yes... yes, Lord Sauron!"
"Is...is there something wrong?"
"Oh~ It turns out we are really a family!"
Zoro was not a little surprised by this result.
After all, there are only about 200 people in the entire territory, so how could someone have the same name so easily?
"It's nothing, I'm just asking!"
"Come, try what I made. Thor said it tastes good!"
Zoro smiled and handed the wooden bowl in his hand to Marco.
Marco looked at the milky white soup close at hand.
The rich meaty aroma crazily stimulated his mouth to continuously secrete saliva.
This made him tremble when he spoke: "Is it really okay? Lord Sauron?"
"Of course!" Zoro did not show any impatience.
He understood that long-term class rule made the children of these serfs have a natural fear of their lords.
Marco stretched out his hands and took the wooden bowl filled with bone broth from Zoro's hand.
The warm touch passed through Marco's palm, down his arm and directly to his heart.
This was a strange feeling that he had never felt before, and he made a sound as light as a mosquito: