Although the Andorran mother-in-law has passed away, it is clear that two distant nephews and apprentices of the Andorran mother-in-law have inherited her skills perfectly.

The puff pastry crockpot beef and fried grilled platter tasted almost the same as Arthur remembered.

A slight flaw, Arthur believes that over time, it will be able to make up for the taste.

However, the free play of the two apprentices surprised Arthur.

Stewed chicken!

This is the free play of the two apprentices.

It is said to be stewed, but in fact, the large chicken thighs are fried over low heat until golden on both sides before stewing, then the white mushrooms and garlic are poured and stir-fried, and then taken out and set aside.

Next, start to stir-fry the diced onion and carrot in hot oil, and finally pour in the diced tomato and stir-fry until the diced tomato melts into the sauce, then start to add the previously fried chicken thighs and prawns, and use the chicken broth mixed with the appropriate amount of brandy, and stew the prawns thoroughly, which is quite delicious.

Even if Arthur minded the faint smell of wine, he still ate the whole chicken thigh.

Soup words?

I took a shallow sip.

The light aroma of the sake is full of rich umami.

It was a mix of chicken and shrimp with notes of black pepper, basil leaves, garlic, cumin and tomato.

It didn't taste bad, but in order not to let the slightest hint of alcohol affect him, Arthur picked up the lemonade on the side and began to drink it in large gulps.

People always have inertia.

Or to put it another way......

The bottom line is always used to be breached.

If the bottom line is not broken, then you must stick to it and never give up because of anything.

Because, if you give up once, then there is a second time, and then there is a third time.

When three times have passed?

That's getting used to it.

And then there's the exclamation, 'It's already like this, so be it.'"

Arthur didn't want that to be the case with himself.

It's not that he has any extraordinary willpower.

Arthur was simply afraid of death.

Malinda looked at Arthur gulping water, and couldn't help but take a soup spoon to her mouth, blow gently, and deliberately wink at Arthur.

A smile tugged at Arthur's lips, and he picked up the white bread and placed it on Malinda's plate.

"Honey, eat bread."

As he spoke, his fingertips brushed against Malinda's wrist.

Suddenly, the vomiting sensation surged.

Immediately, the lady lost her appetite.

The lady gently lowered the spoon and glared at Arthur.

Arthur smiled, and then, his face changed slightly.

Malinda stomped on his toes with her shoe.

The thick soles are quite good at hindering the lady's aversion to men.

"Come, drink soup."

With a smile like never before, Malinda was about to push the creamy pumpkin soup in front of Arthur.

"yes, okay."

Arthur nodded.

And Malinda's hand pushing the creamy pumpkin soup was shaking.

The woman's other foot was trampled on by Arthur.

"Is the bread good?"

Arthur asked softly as he strained.

"Delicious.

Is the soup good? ”

Malinda smiled and nodded, and her feet began to work harder.

The two stared at each other, the soles of their feet straining, and they didn't know who started to turn their ankles, or if they were two people turning their ankles at the same time.

Ten fingers to heart.

The toes are fuller.

Even with the [physique] of the two of them, at this time, their faces became slightly stiff.

However, neither of them spoke.

At this time, as soon as you open your mouth, you can be regarded as admitting defeat.

This is absolutely unacceptable to the two.

Moreover, not only can you not speak, but you must also perfectly accept the other party's provocation before you can fight back.

Otherwise, you'll lose.

Inexplicably, the two reached a tacit understanding again.

Therefore –

"Honey, try adding some chili sauce."

The big lump of chili sauce appears on Arthur's plate.

The spiciness rose, and Arthur's face turned red.

"Well, you try this white pepper too."

Arthur's wrist flicked, and the fluttering white pepper flew towards the tip of Malinda's nose.

The tip of her nose was itchy, and Malinda's eyes turned red almost instantly.

Goo-dong, goo-dong!

Julie, who gulped down a bucket of wheat juice, looked at Arthur, who had blushed at some point, and then at Malinda, who had blushed at some point, and the swordsman couldn't help but laugh.

"You guys have a good relationship!"

Hearing such praise, Arthur and Malinda smiled in unison, and then, tacitly put away their feet, and then, under the dining table, they put their feet that had been trampled on for a long time and rubbed them behind the intact leg.

'Wait for me, bastard! ’

'Hehe, I'm afraid of you, bastard! ’

Their eyes intertwined, bringing an extraordinary scorching heat.

However, it made the swordsman more and more envious-

"With the presence of Advisor Credos, Marinda, your swordsmanship chief can finally be decided, right?"

Julie asked.

Swordsmanship?

Arthur was puzzled, quickly gathered his thoughts, and glanced at Malinda quietly.

Malinda didn't look at Arthur at all, but the lady's fingers on the side of the plate moved slightly.

The dinner plate blocked Julie's view.

But Arthur could see it clearly.

Arthur's heart moved, and he immediately sounded-

"Well, Mary will be my butler and head of the kitchen, Edwin will be the hunter, and I have already discussed with Arthur that he will be the chief swordsman and the chief of the guard - with Arthur's reputation as the champion of the 'Sword Tournament' in South Los, I don't think anyone will object."

Malinda said with a slight bow.

"Of course, but have you thought about the guests who are watching the ceremony?"

The swordsman continued.

"I haven't thought of any other guests other than Lord Earl, does Sister Julie have any suggestions?"

Malinda asked the swordsman affectionately.

"'Lord Ernest', 'Lord Dubois', 'Lord Bath' are good, 'Baron Colore' and 'Baron Hausman', I'll help Malinda you to ask.

'Lord Bourne''s health is becoming more and more worrying.

However, he will compensate for the rudeness by sending a corresponding gift.

As for Lord Lisopp?

Hasn't it always been him the theme of our dinner tonight? ”

The swordsman looked at Arthur with a smile.

"Of course!

From beginning to end, our topic was him.

In the same way, his topic should also be us.

And......

He is not stingy with action. ”

Arthur replied without any sluggishness.

As soon as Malinda prompted, Arthur roughly guessed what the swordsman wanted to say - in order to thank him and Malinda for their openness, the Countess of South Los completely finalized the matter of 'inheriting the title' and his 'knighthood after winning the championship' that Malinda had originally put on the agenda, and also gave away the manor of 'Lord Bourne'.

Although he didn't like the nobles' way of talking with hidden mysteries, he was quite accustomed to it, not only answering freely, but also answering freely.

Of course, Arthur wanted more than that.

So, in the surprised gaze of the swordsman, Arthur stood up, looked in the direction of the gate, and said softly-

“3…… 2…… 1！ ”

When the countdown fell, the doorbell at 2 Kirk Street rang -

Jingle bells!

(End of chapter)