As Sir Severn said, in his home the servants obeyed Sherlock's orders as if they were at home.

This is not surprising, after all, Sherlock has studied with this old man for three years, and he knows the people in this villa, if not well, but at least they know each other.

Sir Severn would have recited the name of the future baron when he had nothing to do, so how could the servants not take care of it?

However, as for dinner, he still chose to use the leftover bread in the car first, and then went to the nearby vegetable field with Luo Ming and the others to pick some fresh vegetables.

Of course, in order not to embarrass the servants too much, Sherlock still made a slight excuse.

He looked at Luo Ming with a very "sincere" gaze, and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Luo Ming's cooking skills are good before, and this seems to have something to do with swordsmanship.

Excuse me, do I have the privilege of tasting your own food to satisfy my little curiosity?"

In fact, Luo Ming has never boasted about this kind of thing at all, and it is just enough to boast of his strength or resourcefulness, but his cooking skills, even if he reaches the peak, will not bring him any benefits.

And Sherlock's eyes contained a hint of pleading, Luo Ming did not miss this, so he had to smile helplessly.

"I don't want to brag about it, but I'm a little bit confident. Well, this process is also a kind of exercise for oneself, and it's not surprising that it has something to do with swordsmanship.

Since it was Mr. Sherlock's request, I would naturally do my best. “

With that, Luo Ming walked into the kitchen. Although it was not explicitly stated that it was to prevent poisoning, the servants more or less knew that they had a plan in mind, so they all withdrew.

A big man like Sherlock took a little care of their faces, and didn't question them directly, which was a rare consideration for these servants.

Walking into the kitchen, Luo Ming smiled wryly.

He wouldn't want to just drill into the kitchen if he could.

Even if it is a hobby, cooking is not the first place, and even the second and third are not necessarily counted. More often than not, it's just a survival skill.

If in the modern city, men can do a good job of cooking, which is still an excellent quality, it is not impossible to show off to others, and it is also an advantage when talking about people.

But in this world, there is a serious class division, there is a difference between the inferior and the inferior, and cooking is the work of subordinates or women for the aristocracy. Luo Ming can do it once or twice once in a while, and if he does it a few more times, he may even become a ridicule for others.

But Grant has directly admitted that her cooking talent is poor, and even the heat is not well controlled, and the slightest mistake will turn the ingredients into black charcoal...... So, for the time being, you'll have to rely on yourself.

In the future, we must cultivate a good chef with our own hands, and even spread the food culture of the earth world here! Luo Ming's thoughts flew to the clouds, but the kitchen knife in his hand never stopped or slowed down.

Although there is no charm under this sword, it is just a simple technique - but the swords are connected, and Luo Ming's technique is absolutely extraordinary.

The martial arts body can control the kitchenware in detail, and even weigh the weight difference of half a gram by hand when putting seasonings, which is actually an advantage over most ordinary chefs.

So, the fragrance spread, and then the very beautifully cut dishes were served, which completely relieved the servants who were still a little pimple in their hearts.

However, their faces were somewhat strange.

Although I don't know the true identity of this gentleman, there must be a reason why such a "nobleman" has such good cooking skills if he can be respected by Master Sherlock.

Sherlock was still a little nervous and lost his appetite. But after he tasted two bites, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took a big gulp.

Granty was also very moved to eat, her face was full of happy smiles, and Luo Ming could guess that she couldn't stop thanking herself and the gods in her heart.

In fact, his cooking skills are not yet that high, but everyone has been nibbling on dry bread for a few days on the road, and I am afraid that they will eat ordinary meals.

The second master had a private library, and he developed a habit of reading, and he happened to read Machiavelli's "The Prince".

Although it was a strange book, he only read it in general terms because of his lack of experience before, but now he has a deeper understanding of a sentence in this book.

- Take as much as possible from others at once, so that their anger and sadness only arise once.

- And when they give charcoal in the snow, they give little by little, and they will be grateful every time, and finally they will thank ten times or a hundred times in a row.

To put it bluntly, human nature is often such a thing, and even the wise do not necessarily stay awake in everything in life.

Thinking about such things, Luo Ming found that he had changed a little, that is, he was no longer averse to this kind of thing.

"Isn't this a good thing? Since ancient times, even if it is a hero favored by the gods, or a great man of your world, who can maintain his innocence and succeed?"

There was a sense of relief and joy in Aya's voice, and she continued: "Why should you be afraid of this change? the means and the ends are not confused, and if your purpose is good, then no matter what means are used to achieve it, most people will praise it after the success."

Even the most basic thing like getting your hands dirty has to be opposed, but the only one who wants to achieve great things is the second middle school teenager. “

She thought for a moment and added, "Although you are humble on the surface, how can I not know your inner thoughts?"

If the means of doing things can affect your heart, then I really want to despise you!"

"Hmph......" Luo Ming didn't answer the question, or rather, didn't bother to answer at all.

But the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if to praise his partner's speech.

In a certain way, Luo Ming is no different from the best part of the world's aristocracy. Take Sherlock, for example.

It is precisely because he has almost absolute confidence and pride in himself, even close to the level of arrogance, that he can smile at anyone who is inferior to himself, be personable, and appear extremely humble on the surface.

Because he thinks that this will not have any effect on himself.

The same is true with regard to these means.

Luo Ming knew that the so-called lone heroes would not live long, and even the godlike special forces had to be silently supported by several times the logistics manpower.

Now that he has decided to become an aristocrat and develop his power, he should be in harmony with the vast aristocratic class, and even better in terms of power and tricks, so that he can quickly stand out.

But he will not forget what his true goal is, and it is all just a means to his goal. If you can't even maintain your own heart, it really smears the name Luo Ming, and even the teacher.