At the end of the day, this fried egg dish isn't complicated in nature.

Although it took a lot of thought, it didn't appear that this kind of delicacy that Jiang Ember couldn't help but marvel at.

The biggest reason for the sublimation of this dish is the hard-boiled egg in it.

It's just a hard-boiled egg, and it's hard to imagine how delicious it is.

But in fact, this hard-boiled egg, which is wrapped in the innermost layer of the fried egg, does have an extremely amazing taste.

The soft-boiled yolk has a perfectly flowing shape, and when the egg liquid is in the mouth, the dense egg aroma quickly wraps around the tongue.

It's like a hen punching you in the mouth, capable of strikingly striking.

The viscous egg liquid, smooth and rich, it was the first time in Jiang Yan's life that he had tasted such a strong egg aroma.

It's as if this little egg has the delicacy of seven or eight eggs condensed in it.

In addition to the rich aroma of the egg yolk itself, the egg white part is also unusually smooth.

When you put it in your mouth and suck it slightly, the egg whites seem to flow down your tongue and into your stomach, making them staggeringly tender.

All in all, the reason why Lady Elizabeth's "foggy fried eggs" is so amazing.

The seemingly unpretentious hard-boiled egg in it has contributed more than sixty percent of the credit.

Just boiling it in water until it is half-cooked can bring out such an amazing taste.

It's hard for Jiang Ember to imagine that there are such high-quality eggs in the world.

And coincidentally, one of the main reasons why Jiang Ember came to Wudu this time was to find a black feather chicken that is said to be very delicious.

So could this unusually delicious egg be born from that kind of black-feathered chicken?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan turned to Lady Elizabeth on the side and hurriedly asked:

"Lady Elizabeth, this egg you use is not an ordinary egg, is it?"

"Of course not." Lady Elizabeth nodded and said proudly:

"I use the best black-feathered chicken eggs in the city, and this egg is sold for 10 copper tarans alone."

Judging from the prices on the other side of Neverwinter, five copper talans can buy a large glass of cold home-brewed ale.

Fifteen copper talans will buy a plate of offal pie stuffed with minced meat or slices of fried ham.

Although the price of this fog capital is much higher than that of Neverwinter Town, ten copper talans and one egg are considered very expensive.

However, considering how delicious the eggs are, the high price is well worth the price.

So after hearing this, Jiang Yan was overjoyed and continued to ask:

"I want to ask where I can buy black feather chickens? I want to live."

"Then go to the Old Gentleman's Poultry and Animal Shop, where the black-feathered chickens are the best in the city."

...... The old gentleman's poultry and beast shop is okay, and it is not ashamed that someone dares to give such a sign to his own store.

After learning about the procurement place of the black feather chicken, Jiang Ember was also relieved.

After all, one of the goals of his trip to the fog capital should be completed smoothly.

But beyond that, there was one more thing he wanted to inquire of from Lady Elizabeth, and that was ......

"What? Do you want to know about the Fog Capital Cooking Association?"

Receiving another affirmative reply from Ginger Ember, Lady Elizabeth shook her head:

"No, you shouldn't have anything to do with them, trust me, young man, it's not a good place."

Originally, in Jiang Yan's opinion, Lady Elizabeth was a member of the Wudu Cooking Association.

She should be very enthusiastic when she meets someone who wants to join, just like Hannibal did.

Who knows, the old woman directly asked him not to have anything to do with this association.

Seeing this appearance, there seemed to be another hidden meaning in it, and Jiang Yan immediately asked:

"I've heard that they're a group of organizations that specialize in cooking and ingredients, and there's something in them

What's the problem?"

"It's a lot of problems, but don't get involved with them, or you're going to get into misfortune."

"But I want to see what ...... in there."

"No, yes, and, he, they,, up, relation, tie, young man, don't you understand what I say?"

As if he was very bored with the subject, Lady Elizabeth interrupted him directly and rudely.

Just as Jiang Yan was standing there a little embarrassed, the old woman picked up three plates.

She scooped the crispy and delicious "Fog Fried Eggs" that had just been fried from the pan into a plate.

He stuffed the plate full of tomato slices, mashed potatoes, and some vegetables before stuffing the plate into Jiang Yan's hand.

"Take it back to your two female companions, the wine cabinet in the room has the best Lisling wine and appetizers, you can enjoy life without wasting your time on boring things."

Leaving these words behind, Lady Elizabeth ran away on her own, as if she did not want to discuss these topics.

All right...... I thought I had stepped on some kind of bomb.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the plate, Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed for a while.

Although, according to Catherine, Lady Elizabeth was a member of the Fog Capital Cooking Association before.

But judging from her attitude just now, she seemed to hate that association and didn't want to mention it again.

In other words, during this decade, the old woman's attitude towards the association changed drastically.

What happened here, Jiang Yan didn't know, but it certainly wouldn't be a pleasant thing.

It is somewhat impolite to forcibly ask people to revisit these unpleasant pasts.

Therefore, Jiang Yan had no choice but to slowly return to the "Blood Sacrifice Room" with three full plates.

Anyway, let's settle tonight's dinner with my travel companions.

As Jiang Ember commented just now, this "foggy fried egg" is indeed very delicious to eat.

So much so that Kassandra and Catherine sat down at the table and quickly ate to their meals.

"Hmm! This dish is so delicious! It's crunchy on the outside, but it's soft and juicy on the inside, and I love it."

Although Catherine's mouth was stuffed with minced meat and eggs, she was still able to speak so clearly.

This kind of superb tongue skill made Jiang Yan have to feel a little admired.

Kassandra also nodded and said, "This should be a local dish in the fog capital, when did you learn it?"

"If you want to eat it, I can make it again next time, but I really didn't make it today."

"Huh? Didn't you do it?"

As soon as the words fell, Catherine couldn't help but stop her hand and asked suspiciously:

"Who did it if you didn't do it? Did you buy it outside?"

"Of course Lady Elizabeth did it, and she's pretty good, isn't she?"

"I...... Lady Elizabeth did it?"

In an instant, Catherine was almost so surprised that she jumped up from her dining chair.

Her eyes widened, and she said in a somewhat trembling tone, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Although Lady Elizabeth is a member of the Fog Capital Cooking Association, she didn't know how to cook before."

"The last time I came, it wasn't a question of how she could cook, but the aesthetics of her cooking skills were very ...... It's wicked."

It's hard to imagine that in terms of cooking, the word evil can be used to describe it.

However, the last time Catherine dined in the "Sunset House", what she ate was indeed very evil.

So much so that even though ten years have passed, she still remembers the terrifying "steamed lamb skull" vividly.

As a classic dish of the "Fog Capital Cuisine Association", this dish is made from under the age of age

A young lamb of one year old.

The head of the lamb is cut off without any unnecessary cleaning, and all organs such as the brain and eyes are completely preserved.

After smearing with spices, the sheep's head is roasted in the oven and split vertically in the middle before serving.

The head of the lamb is split from the left and right, placed on a pile of herbs that the lamb often eats, and drizzled with a sauce made from the sheep's blood.

Speaking of which, this dish is not so much a piece of food as some kind of strange sacrificial scene.

"Especially when I think of the lamb's resentful eyes when this dish is served, I am so scared that I can't eat mutton for years...... Woo woo, it's horrible."

Catherine couldn't help but fold her arms and tremble slightly as she spoke.

Judging from her description, Lady Elizabeth ten years ago was indeed a standard member of the Fog Capital Culinary Association.

Regardless of whether the food tastes good or not, in short, the appearance is absolutely out of the norm and will leave a psychological shadow on people.

Seeing that Teacher Catherine didn't even seem to have the courage to eat, Jiang Yan hurriedly walked over and opened the wine cabinet.

Then he took out the white wine prepared by the inn from the wine cabinet, and poured a large glass for Miss Catherine.

Don ~ Don ~ Don ~

Don't look at Catherine with a baby face, but she doesn't have a vague way to drink.

After a big sip, a glass of white wine was poured into it, and it was extremely bold.

"Hah! Enjoyable! It's a good wine, one more drink!"

If you don't say that wine is strong and intimidating, Catherine's half glass of wine is no longer sore, her legs are not numb, and she is energetic to speak.

Indeed, the ginger embers smelled when the wine was poured, and the white wine had a fragrant aroma of fresh citrus flowers.

It has a complex aroma of minerals and pepper, and it smells perfect for women.

In addition, there are avocado and goat's milk cheese cut and covered in plastic wrap in the wine cabinet.

These two appetizers can be enjoyed together, and you can feel the long and refreshing finish of this white wine, which can be said to be very tasteful.

It's just hard to imagine that such a tasteful old woman actually served such a curious dish as "steamed lamb skull" to guests ten years ago.

Just after the meal, Jiang Yan also took out the appetizers, and the three of them tasted the appetizers together and chatted.

Kassandra and Ember aren't the kind of people who are very talkative, but fortunately, Catherine is a talker.

She was babbling about what she had seen and heard the last time she came to the fog.

Stuff goat cheese into your mouth and take a big bite with white wine.

Looking at the reincarnation of the drunkard, Jiang Ember always felt that An Jie and Catherine should be quite compatible to some extent.

Of course, there is a premise here, and that is that Teacher Catherine must always lean forward and not straighten her waist, lest she irritate someone's poor nerves.