The kitchen is huge.

The kitchens of the nobles were large.

The kitchens of ordinary nobles usually have the capacity to accommodate more than 300 people.

Usually there are not many guests who come to Fort Krigan, and Fort Clegan rarely receives other nobles, and the equipment of a chef also shows that this is a place where guests are not welcome, and it also shows that Gregor Clegane's popularity is extremely poor.

But Gregor's kitchen was still large, capable of hosting up to 200 people at will.

Mrs. Alan, who followed Gregor to the kitchen, was calm and uneasy.

She and her husband, Alan, have never worked in the kitchen.

If Mistress Gregor likes to do things for men and women in the kitchen, she can only accept it.

Her husband's two younger brothers had been incorporated into the miners' ranks, her seven-year-old son, Andy Charlott, had been apprenticed to Master Harry, his father and mother and the rest of his family had been servants to Fort Klegane, some to the Horse Officer, some to the Order Officer, some to the cook's helper, some to the chicken coop, some to the livestock pen, and herself, who seemed to belong to Master Gregor.

Mrs. Allen feared only that her body would not be able to absorb the energy of Gregor, a large body that was intimidating to women, and his first two wives were rumored to have been tortured to death by him.

Gregor could see Mrs. Allen's nervousness and the fear she was trying to hide.

The woman smiled, but was actually very scared.

This is a mature woman with some possibility.

But Gregor wasn't going to push the woman down just yet.

The king is not safe, there are people around him who test the poison, even if the food comes up, someone will try it one by one first, and if there is nothing to do, the king will eat. The food and wine sent by ministers and foreign countries also have special drug testers.

Rabbits don't eat the grass around the nest because rabbits need the grass at the edge of the nest to protect their burrows from predators.

To live safely and for a long time in this world, the people around you must be kind to them and make them grateful and loyal, just like Polliver.

"Madame, open this lid. Gregor said, pointing to a wooden lid.

"Yes, sir!"

Mrs. Allen opened the lid and saw a jar full of salt.

Yellow salt!

Mrs. Allen was familiar with this salt, which was mined from the mines, and everyone ate it. Mrs. Allen also eats this salt at home. The lady's husband was a knight, and their life was considered wealthy among the locals.

"Open the lid next to it. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Next to the salt jar is another potbelly tile jar with an identical wooden lid.

Mrs. Allen lifted the lid, and she saw a jar full of snow.

"What is this, sir?"

In the light of the red candles on the walls, which were as thick as a child's arm, the snow white had a faint reflection.

"Salt!"

"Salt?" said Lady Allen's voice in surprise.

"Salt, snow salt, the name given by Duke Tywin. ”

"My lord, I've never seen snow salt. ”

"Taste it!"

"Yes, sir!"

The salt is salty and has a bitter taste when eaten raw.

Mrs. Allen stretched out her fingers and gently glued the snow salt, then put it on the tip of her tongue and licked it.

The salt is indeed salty, but it has no bitter taste.

Mrs. Allen suddenly remembered that the dishes she ate and the soup she drank tonight did not have the bitterness and astringency of salt. Because she was nervous and afraid of the magic mountain, she ignored the different taste of tonight's meal.

Salt: The king of all flavors, the first of all flavors.

"Ma'am, will you do me a favor?"

“...... As you wish, your ......"

"I would like to ask you to be the clerk of my kitchen, responsible for the production of snow salt for us Cregan people, and I will send some of them one after another, the great nobles of the West. ”

Lady Alan felt that she had some difficulty breathing, and the legendary Magic Mountain suddenly used honorifics when she spoke to her.

“...... As you wish, your ......"

"Okay, I'll teach you how to turn this yellow salt, bitter salt, and astringent salt into our snow salt, this technique is very simple, but I need you to swear to keep it secret. ”

“...... I swear by the honor of the Saliot family and the name of the Seven Gods......" Lady Allen said, raising her right hand and stammering.

Gregor looked at Mrs. Allen and swore an oath.

It's a ritual, and it's a rule that people in this world live by. The belief in the Seven Gods is a good use.

"Madame, we're going to make snow salt now. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Looking at Gregor's desireless eyes, Mrs. Allen's nervous and fearful mood gradually relaxed. When she and Gregor walked into the kitchen alone, their whole bodies tense like bows.

So, Gregor added half a pot of water to a large pot, poured in half a scoop of salt, and began to stir.

"Madame, make a fire!"

Mrs. Allen lit a fire.

Gregor put the yellow salt in a basin, and from time to time added some salt to the pot, and then some water, and as the temperature in the pot rose, all the salt in the pot melted into the water.

"When salt is added to the water and no longer melts into the water, the salt is stopped. ”

"Yes, sir!"

"Bring the salt water to a boil. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"What do you see in the pot after the salt has melted completely, ma'am?" said Gregor, holding the candle as thick as a child's arm. He took the spatula in his other hand and shoveled it at the bottom of the pot, and then brought the spatula to Mrs. Allen.

Mrs. Allen saw some small black brown particles.

"I see the dregs of salt, my lord!"

"Yes, continue to boil over high heat. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Lady Allen's fear of the Magic Mountain gradually faded. She developed a strong interest in the production of snow salt.

"Ma'am, come over here. ”

Mrs. Allen put the wood in the stove and followed Gregor to a cross.

Lady Allen saw the cross for the first time.

The cross is of wood, and a rope hangs from a crossbar on top to tie the cross. The cross was a wooden frame that could be rotated 360 degrees, and Mrs. Allen tried it and saw that there was a large iron nail in the middle that strung two wooden strips of the same length together through a small hole.

Gregor opened a large lid beside it, and took out the cloth from the jar, one by one, and the smooth silk, and unfolded it, and tied the four corners of the cloth to the four corners of the cross.

"Wait a while, let the boiling water cool down, then put the boiling water into the barrel, bring it over, pour it into the strainer, and the brine flows into the barrel below, and the dross is left on the cloth. In this way, there will be no small dross particles in the salt. ”

"What a clever solution!" said Lady Allen's voice with surprise and delight.

"When the salt water is boiled, the bitterness of the salt can also be removed. However, to remove the bitterness and astringency completely, it is necessary to repeat the process of filtering and boiling many times. ”

"How many times does that take?"

"You try to do it, it takes a few times to get to the best. You can also make a few more cross filter racks and choose a more delicate and compact cloth to filter. You can also experiment with the number of layers of filtration several times to see which layers are best. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Pour the filtered brine into the pot, continue to boil, boil the water dry, and the salt will come back. Be careful, though, if the heat is too high, the salt at the bottom of the pot will be scorched and wasted. ”

"I remember, my lord. Mrs. Allen said excitedly, "We can sell snow salt in the Seven Kingdoms, my lord." ”

"Snow salt is not for sale!"

"Yes, sir. ”

An hour later, Gregor and Mrs. Allen came out of the kitchen, and the two of them were talking and laughing, and Mrs. Allen's face was flushed. She followed Gregor into Gregor's room, it's time to come, then come.

Gregor needs her to manage the kitchen, buy and sell rice dishes, arrange and recruit more maids, and she needs to practice snow salt, and she has a sense of safety in her family's life.

If she tries her best to please Lord Magic Mountain at night and deliberately please him, her child Andy will be able to grow up healthy under Master Harry's hands without accident. Her psychology has changed from fear and fear to pandering to please.

Gregor looked into Mrs. Allen's eyes, and he knew that if he gave her more 'kindness', her pandering would turn into gratitude. A further step in gratitude will turn into gratitude, and then ask Maester Harry to take her to the sanctuary and add a ritual: an oath of allegiance to the Magic Mountain's personal faith in the Seven Gods, and she will become a loyal fan, a loyal mistress.

The nobility of the Seven Kingdoms was popular to keep mistresses, and the number was unlimited.