The dining room is minimalist, with a decorative wine cabinet and transparent windows on the other, a rectangular table with lace tablecloths, four mahogany chairs around it, and three sets of cutlery neatly arranged on the table waiting to be eaten.

In the center of the table, a small bowl of garlic-sprinkled toast and butter, a large pot of steaming potato goulash, and a colorful vegetable salad are already on the table.

Reiner washed his hands and sat down in a chair.

While he was still thinking about the strange cooking method of Percival's wife, Lysa, Reiner felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Are you Mr. Thief?"

A milky child was lying on the wall, looking at himself.

She had chestnut-colored curly hair and looked like her mother, and the child was wearing a little skirt with a bear pattern, and was holding a cloth toy in her hand, staring warily at Reiner.

"Yes, I'm a thief who steals the sin of people's hearts."

Reiner found it amused and joked with the other party.

"Stealing, stealing! I always feel like it's amazing! ”

The child's face was full of shock, and it seemed that this was a setting she had never heard of.

"Can I be a Mind Thief too? What does it take to become a mind-stealing thief!? ”

She asked again, and Reiner was thinking about how to fool the little fellow when she saw Percival come in with a set of utensils in his hand.

"Yako, don't frighten the guests."

Percival put down the dishes, then picked up his daughter, Arco, and placed her on the chair opposite Reiner.

"Dad, I'm already six taxes, I'm already an adult, don't always treat me as a child."

Yake was quite unconvinced, puffed up his chest and said.

"Yes, yes, you're six years old, so you need to be polite like an adult, you know."

Parcival's tone of voice at this time was completely like a different person, gentle and gentle, as if he was carefully caring for some treasure.

"It's time for dinner."

Ryza also walked into the dining room with the pot of food she had just stewed, placing it on the table mat in the center.

Reiner saw that it was a pot of red soup, in which some vegetable branches and leaves could be seen, and the surface of the soup had a faint white thick liquid floating on it, judging from the smell, this should be some kind of sweet and sour soup, but thinking of such a strange cooking method of Lysa just now, he frowned, and felt that things were not so simple.

"This is Stanlia beetroot soup, which is made by chopping red cabbage, onions and carrots from Stanleya, adding several chili peppers, then putting them in the stewed beef broth, and finally adding some ham cubes and cream and stirring well."

Ryssa smiled and explained for Reiner.

"At the last exchange meeting, Mrs. Pamar brought back some local specialty red cabbage from a trip to Stanlia, so I did it according to the recipe, and I don't know how it tasted."

It is said that every Stanlia will be thrown into the cold forest when he is an adult, and he will not return home until he hunts a brown bear with his bare hands, and it is said that because the temperature in Stanlia is very low, people can only rely on drinking to keep warm, and the usual drink of people there is hot and spicy wine, even a seven-year-old child can drink a large glass.

In short, Stanlia cuisine should be the type to open wide and close with spicy and pungent flavors to soothe the harsh winter cold.

It was indeed cooked in strict accordance with the recipe, as can be seen from stirring the soup with a chronograph pocket watch.

Reiner thought to himself that he saw Lysa serving four bowls of beetroot soup with a wooden spoon and distributing them to everyone.

Glancing at the bowl, the crimson, blood-like soup, the mixture of boiled cabbage and onions, the well-textured beef and minced ham, Reiner swallowed and stole a glance at Parcival beside him.

I saw the director, sitting up straight, picking up a silver spoon and taking a sip of beetroot soup.

Parcival's expression didn't change in the slightest, and he scooped another spoonful of beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then swallowed it.

Still expressionless.

"Well, because it's the first time I've done it, I'm worried that I don't know if the seasoning is correct."

Lysa looked at her husband expectantly, as if there was a twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, it tastes good, it's exotic."

Parcival said firmly, smiling.

"Really?"

Reiner thought to himself, picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of soup into his mouth.

For a moment, Reiner felt countless fireworks explode on the tip of his tongue.

According to Lysa, several peppers combine to create an incredibly spicy flavor that permeates the soup and creates an extremely exciting experience, and the addition of cream makes this already enough to instantly take the spicy soup from winter to summer one step further, and after only a few seconds of the soup in his mouth, Reiner's face is flushed, and he feels a rush of heat from his stomach, causing sweat to sweat down his spine, and his whole body feels like he is in the middle of a scorching desert.

To put it simply, this pot of soup is not unpalatable, but the simple spicy taste has overshadowed all the other tastes, this is not beetroot soup, it is chili soup, it is a party of chili peppers!

"How?"

Lysa looked at Reiner, full of anticipation.

"Well, the taste is a little, a little pungent to me."

Reiner silently put down the spoon and quietly pushed the bowl away from him.

"It's a pity."

Still smiling, Lysa picked up the spoon and fed her daughter Arco a mouthful of beetroot soup.

"This, that's amazing!"

Arco drank the beetroot soup with a smile on his face, not showing the slightest discomfort.

No way.

Reiner glanced at Percival again, and saw that he had drunk the beetroot soup in the bowl one after another, and there was not even a scrap left.

And her wife, Lysa, immediately smiled and served him another bowl of beetroot soup.

Are all monsters in this family?

Reiner couldn't help but sigh, he glanced at Percival, saw the slight helplessness in the mage's eyes, and immediately understood the reason.

Being the head of the family is tough.

Reiner felt some sympathy for Percival, and then he trembled and took a slice of garlic flour bread, smeared it with some butter, and put it into his mouth with a bit of heroic righteousness.

“......”

Surprisingly, the bread tasted pretty good.

Reiner cut another small piece of potato goulash, and the dish tasted normal.

As for the vegetable salad, there is nothing to say about the taste, it is just the taste of the ordinary salad.

This comparison highlights the strangeness of the Stanlia beetroot soup at the beginning.

So, how exactly is this pot of beetroot soup made?

Reiner didn't understand again.