"Lingering in the arena hurts morality the most, and despicable deeds quickly grow under the cover of arenas." -- Seneca

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Calabis didn't show any surprise, so he took off all the clothes on his body as a scumbag, hugged his hands behind his head, and spread his legs apart, looking at the sturdy and toned body trained by the fighting fist, as well as the mermaid line of the Sensen, the corners of the mouth of the half-bald and white-haired old steward were obviously a little trembling, he touched the chest and abdomen of Calabis with his dry paws a few times, and muttered, "It seems that there is nothing hidden", and then he actually half-squatted down, held up little Calabis too, stretched his neck and carefully examined it, Zuihou actually went around his back and carefully "checked" his buttocks, mainly to see if there was anything entrained in between

"You served in the Legion?"

"Yes, I've made pure oriental dishes for the Legion Commander before."

"You're a slave too?" The old fellow touched the hole in Calabys's left ear again, and said.

"Yes, there are too many gambling debts in the legion to go back."

It took a long time for the old fellow to finish the inspection, and pointed out the location of the back kitchen to Calabis, who cursed a few words in his heart, put his clothes back on under the coveted gaze of the other behind him, and then strode down the corridor into the room where the meal was served.

As soon as I turned in, I saw a bustling scene everywhere, and all the cooks and ladies were busy in front of a row of stoves fiercely and in vain—the menus brought by the princess to her attendants were too "strange and tricky", and most of the chiefs Pompey had entertained in the past. In addition, Pompey has always been simple in terms of diet. Most of his chefs are from Italy. can only cook some Roman food, so this time the princess's request is just a mess, even if there are a lot of chefs who can cook oriental cuisine in the city, it is still to no avail.

When Calabis entered, he saw the housekeeper's cook, a plump and dark-skinned woman, standing on a stool. Struggling to reach the truffle clay pot on the shelf, Calabis stepped forward and gently hugged her down, "The dish that the princess asked for is not something that this ordinary truffle can solve, this white truffle under the Apennine beech will only make the princess feel bored and annoyed, let me come." Carabis politely set aside the butler, and climbed up the stool, searching the shelves.

Several cooks saw Calabis. They all involuntarily gathered around and said to the lady in charge, "Oh my God." Look at his black onyx eyes and hair, and that tight ass. "The housekeeper gave each of them a slap viciously, implying that this little brother is my dish.

After a while, Calabis jumped down with ease, holding a jar, and said to the steward, "This black truffle from the Mesopotamian desert is what the princess needs." ”

"This is indeed a Red Sea chieftain sent to the master, but the master said that it was a crystal formed by an ominous lightning strike on the ground, and it could not be eaten, so it was thrown on the shelf all the time."

"It's okay, anyway, it's for that princess to eat, her country is all destroyed, are you still afraid of this kind of thing?"

The cook was in her early thirties, but she still pretended to be a girl who didn't know anything about the world, and begged Calabis, "But no one here can explain this kind of practice, little brother, can you help me?" ”

Calabis bared his white teeth and smiled very brightly, and said Of course, I have to live up to the favor of the god of the stove and the god of the kitchen with the commission of the master of the palace, and then he asked if there was an iron Celtic steam pot? The cooks immediately rushed to the main stove to set up the steaming pot, and then Calabis put some desert black truffles on the countertop, grabbed a medium-sized wind chicken, and skillfully cut the chicken with a kitchen knife, and stuffed the truffles, spices and date honey evenly into it, just kidding, I have been following the tuna road Curas for many years, can I not know those things he is particular about?

"There's mud, right? Preferably the garden is still oozing with aromatic mud. Determined to finish the meal, Calabis smiled at the cooks, who immediately rushed to the back garden like a whirlwind.

With his slender fingers, Calabis diluted the mud with water, then added salt, peppercorns, and wheat flour to a light muddy state, and slowly applied it to every inch of the skin of the black truffle-filled chicken, as if playing a beautiful music, until the skin of the chicken was all golden, and then put it into the Celtic steamer, and politely invited the cook-in-charge to come forward, "You must constantly balance the position of this steamer with a long handle on the fire, so that the heat penetrates every angle of the chicken." ”

The cook snorted and chirped again, and Calabis was not at all annoyed, not even the slightest impatient, "It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, dinner has already begun, and the main dish is about to be served, so let me help you." "Zuihou, it was Calabis who was almost in a hugging posture, on the back of the housekeeper and the cook, holding her hands gently, and cooking the truffle-filled chicken back and forth with her, and secretly scolding Adiana in her heart, this little lady, I made such a big sacrifice, you must not drop the chain, otherwise I Calabis and you Calabia will end up here!

There, in a courtyard surrounded by a square colonnade, Adiana, wearing a small tiara, walked in in a fluttering veil with great grace, Pompey and his most trusted confidential slave Demetrius stood at the opposite entrance with a smile, flanked by welcoming children with garlands in hand, a custom for the monarchs of Asia Minor, who wanted Adiona to feel at home.

Adiana raised her hands slightly, and the two eunuchs took off her long dark cloak and small fur, and then changed her into a simple and dark pattern "suit" for the banquet, a short-sleeved waistless long coat, plus a small black gauze cloak, after all, she had just lost her father, and would not focus on too bright and gorgeous clothes.

"Your Royal Highness, we meet again." As Adiana walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Demetrius said to Adiana with an unfathomable smile.

"When you first met that Jew, you had to be lukewarm." These were the words that Calabis had told her beforehand, and Adiana bowed slightly at Demetrius with a faint smile of distance, and then stretched out her hand for Pompey to lead her into the dining room.

"I have to introduce you to me, this is my confidential slave and staff, Dmetrius, who told me before that he had a relationship with Your Excellency the Princess, when I was in the Seventh Legion."

"Really? But I'm sorry, I really don't remember much, I've never been good at remembering slaves' names, and I hope Haihan. Adiana replied coldly, but the voice was loud enough for Demetrius, who was following behind, to hear it. (To be continued......)