In the oak-made inn, the pot-bellied merchant shook the fragile wooden chair under his buttocks, and his fat right hand held a feather ink made of fine goose feathers, and struggled to write neatly on the uneven wooden table, and the yellowish manuscripts were printed like assembly lines, until a dozen neat manuscripts were piled up on the table, and the merchant exhaled heavily, and then cursed dissatisfiedly:

"This group of people in the Northern Chamber of Commerce is really unreasonable, they are stunned to intercept our supply of goods, and I will send letters every day to regulate the flow of goods in the area, damn barbarians, go to your grandma's"

Then there was a trace of worry in his eyes,

"Eh, fuck it, I'm not a king or anything, I'm not a noble class like a king, what's a big deal, I went south with my family property to the canary, and the country began to be turbulent again."

Kos grumbled, his fat body struggling to the windowsill and scanning the crowd below Greentown. Suddenly, as if he saw something incredible, he hurriedly widened his eyes that were deeply sunken in **, his head unconsciously stuck out of the window door, and after determining something, he turned his head to the dilapidated wooden door of the inn and shouted:

"Pad, Pad, quick!"

Hearing this, Pad was armed with a long sword and armor on his head, revealing only two gaps, and hurriedly protected the fat merchant to the side and shouted;

"Don't be afraid, sir, I, Pad will protect you when I die!"

Ignoring the fool with a tendon in his head, he hurriedly grabbed the money bag, and pulled the knight's thick arm and walked towards the stairs.

"Soon, Daddy's Tavern is open."

Pad glared at him when he heard the keyword, hurriedly put away his long sword, and directly bent down to pick up the merchant's fat body, and the boots made of fine iron made a huge "collapse" sound on the wooden ladder, like a bull in heat rushing towards the red flag, which frightened the innkeeper who was registering the information at the door of the inn hurriedly stopped his pen and looked left and right in a panic.

It was also noon, and there was still a long queue at Daddy's Tavern, which seemed to have doubled in length compared to the last time, and it could be seen that there were more people in the queue who were more luxuriously dressed, but there was no lack of ordinary people's presence, and Pard put down Kos, and hurriedly followed the long queue, waiting quietly, for these people, the feast that could be called 'perfect' was worth such an ordeal.

People have become more and more aware of the gap between quality and perfection, and like the two of them, when the wooden sign on the outside of the tavern hangs the words "in business", they all invariably put down their business in order to find a concert for their taste buds. Merchants, knights, women, carpenters, blacksmiths are all standing in the united front, and perhaps for this spiritually deficient world, food is more of a remedy for seeking comfort, and what a refreshing and pleasant process to take time to replenish TM.

Outside the tavern was a menu written on papyrus, scribbled, aesthetically pleasing in black ink:

The daily shortage of people at the same time is limited to 6 people, two people at a table;

Appetizer: bitter chrysanthemum green cake with red plum jam

Soup: Double white puree

Main course: Gamar spicy chicken with mashed magic potato

Dessert: Black Moore Cheesecake (Special)

From time to time, the guests were contented and discussing which dish was the most delicious, and several richly dressed women were arguing with each other, and Kos was desperate to hammer away the woman's dirty face.

The scorching sun had already made Pad's silver-white armor hot, and the viscous sweat almost soaked his inside, but the noble warrior would not fall easily.

"Chivalric virtue is always with me" looked firmly over the dense crowd of people, firmly fixed on the occasional open wooden door, as if the other side of the door was where the knight's faith resided.

Half-naked, Uncle Merry walked out of the wooden door with a happy face, his eyebrows kept rising and falling, and he seemed to be relieved in his heart, this kid is fortunately fine, hey, Ares's training was not in vain, hum, he was able to escape under that group of people, but the cooking skills are unparalleled in the world, the nose is heavy and the smell is.. Eh, it's just that the portion is too small, especially the chicken that is only a small piece..

"But dare to touch Mebis, that old madman from Pusen actually attacked that kid from Mebes"

"No, communicate it to the leader as soon as possible"

He walked out into the empty space and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Mebes, who was performing the art of food in the back kitchen, was unaware of these messy things, and one ordinary dish after another was interpreted with layers and vivid changes under his soulful hands.

Putting the spicy chicken in the hot oven with the charred skin and counting the time to get the next dessert are all unique recipes that have been given to him by the other world, and he has practiced and made them to present to people who have not tasted them.

Watching them look happy and mouthful is what Mebeis thinks is the greatest respect for the ingredients themselves and an extension of the recipes of another time and space, and even if only a small number of people can feel this boundless pleasure, he will make it so that they can understand the emotions contained in the food itself.

Maisie stood quietly in front of the door with the tray, looking directly at Mebes's posture as if dancing, the young man looked at Maisie from time to time and made her heart flutter, the girl's confused mind fantasized about the days to come, "with him forever", "many, many children" and the like, but unfortunately was ruthlessly interrupted by Mebes,

"Don't be stunned Maisie, the food is getting cold.."

"Huh? , Uh-huh!! ”

The maid hurriedly answered and hurriedly picked up the tray.

Cos and Pader strolled out of the wooden door, and exclaimed:

"That plate of cheesecake is simply a food that can only be enjoyed by gods, smooth and delicate taste, fragrant and milky flavor reflects the sour fragrance of Black Moore, sure enough, I have eaten pig food for half my life, grandma's, a big loss"

"I think that spicy chicken is delicious," Pader rubbed his head and made a humble suggestion.

The two of them reminisced while walking, and their bodies were like bathing in a warm bathroom, warm and comfortable.

The sun is gradually receding, and the number of people in line not only does not subside a little, but there is a faint tendency to increase. After eating, people continue to make a noise, attracting many impatient travelers who want to taste it.

The rapid flashing of field scenery indicates that Simon and Ares have arrived on the outskirts of Greentown, and then cross a hill to the town of Green, where the merchants are coiled, Simon looks at each other's silent and sad faces, and can't help but think of his most beloved sister, who died in Sackfil's arms 15 years ago, without regret, and the sound of the man's crying and mourning, Simon wiped the rain from the corners of his eyes with his rough left hand, stepped on the stirrup violently, and whipped the horse with all his strength,

"Smack"

The great pain caused the horse to shake its head and gallop, and the fierce horse galloped across the beautiful meadow. Ares looked at Simon with some surprise, his unchanged expression was a rare grin, and the long, thick whip in his hand was also whipped hard, and the painful horse neighed in pain

"Stasis"

They were swifter than Simon's horse, and soon they caught up with each other, but the whip was so red that only the horses under them could feel the pain of being torn apart.