Chapter 382 Harold: Thank you
The smell of the food attracted more villagers from Aru Village living nearby. They came out of their houses and gathered around several large iron pots, watching curiously.
Haroldt finally used a rock spatula to stir the yellow sticky substance in the pot, raised his head and said, "It's ready to be served. Bring that wooden barrel over there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two mercenaries walked to the sides of the barrel, each holding the iron handle tied to one side of the barrel, and lifted it to Harold.
Harold waved his rock shovel and shoveled the sticky substance in the pot into the wooden barrel.
Kavi was stunned, especially at the end, when the food in the pot was almost gone, but Harold was still carefully scraping away the remaining sticky substance with a spatula. The collision between the spatula and the pot made a "rubbing" sound that made Kavi's scalp numb.
Finally, Harold shook the shovel hard, and the last bit of sticky substance stuck to the shovel fell reluctantly into the bucket. Harold then released the control of the elemental force and let the rock shovel dissipate into the air.
"Move it away and put the lid on it for later use," said Harold.
The two mercenaries who had just carried the wooden barrel hurried over and moved the barrel aside.
Kawi's mind was full of the word "spare".
It's already like this, but we still need to process it? No way, no way?
Kavi wanted to ask Harold what he was planning to do, but he hesitated several times.
Harold turned his attention to the rest of the ingredients. He had people fish out the cooked pack animal meat.
Harold casually formed several rock artifacts shaped like mortars and pestles, and said to the mercenary beside him:
"Use these to beat the meat, it doesn't need to be too mushy."
Kavi: Huh?!
Upon receiving the order, the mercenaries immediately took action. They each grabbed a piece of meat, put it in a straw basket and moved it to the mortar to process it. Soon, the sound of "da da" could be heard one after another at the scene.
This part of the meat was also processed quickly and gathered and sent to Harold. Harold poured No. 95 sesame oil into the pot again, and then the old spices. The difference from before was that more water, soybeans, potatoes, etc. were added this time.
As Kavi watched, he suddenly realized something: Didn't Haroldt wash the pot just now?
Since similar spices are used, there shouldn't be any taste mixing, Kavi comforted himself in his heart. Then his thoughts diverged again: Since so much water has been added this time, it should be to make soup, right?
But Haroldt poured a bag of washed rice into the pot and covered it with a lid.
Kavi swallowed and said, oh, so she was cooking.
Then Harold had the crocodile meat fished out, cut into small pieces and divided into two portions. One was put into a pot and fried with a small amount of water, and the other was boiled with a large amount of water, resulting in a thicker yellow paste and a thinner yellow paste respectively.
By this time, the meat and rice of the pack animals had been cooked. Harold had the fire extinguished and all the food put into barrels.
Kavi looked at the four barrels of dinner that were extremely similar in color and state, and suddenly lost all appetite. Fortunately, the bread brought by the villagers did not fall into Harold's hands, so Kavi decided to eat that tonight.
Knowing that the caravan leader would personally prepare dinner for everyone, and it was free, the villagers of Aru Village quickly gathered in the open space with their bowls. Harold asked the mercenaries to distribute the food to everyone.
Or give a piece of cake and two spoonfuls of sticky substance, or a spoonful of rice and then a spoonful of sticky substance.
Although the villagers were not impressed by the appearance of this food, they liked its rich aroma. After trying a bite, the flavors of various spices immediately hit their taste buds. The salty, spicy and delicious taste conquered everyone.
Kawi's employer Badawi also ate with gusto. He ate half of it to fill his stomach. He was ready to digest it before slowly savoring it. So he put down the bowl reluctantly and said to Kawi: "Young man, your cooking skills are pretty good!"
He gave a thumbs up: "I haven't enjoyed eating so much in a long time."
Kavi put down the pancake in his hand temporarily: "Ah?! Does it taste good?"
Badawi stroked his beard with satisfaction. "It tastes good, the meat and vegetables are stewed very well. I'm old and my teeth are not good. I used to be able to only look at the meat and feel greedy. I haven't enjoyed eating as much as I did today for a long time."
He emphasized his love for this dish again. Kavi looked around and found that most of the villagers were children and the elderly. There were also scholars wearing the Void, but their behavior and expressions were a little dull, and their mental state was obviously not very stable. They were all lunatics exiled by the Order.
Considering what Miss Candice said about many young people leaving the village after it was completely opened to the outside world, and the fact that the Order regarded this place as a good place for exile, he suddenly realized.
It turns out that Haroldt had noticed this early on, so he deliberately chose this cooking style. I was wondering, this is basically not the way he cooks for me and Elhaisen.
Badawi's eyes moved to the half-eaten bread in Kawi's hand: "Young man, why don't you get some side dishes? Can you swallow just this?"
"Well, I'll just eat this." Kavi turned the pancake over guiltily.
I thought that only Alhaisen liked to eat this kind of dry cake - no, he now prefers Harold's special dishes, but I refuse to eat mushy ones! I can never admit that it is a delicacy, it is absolutely a blasphemy to my aesthetic concept! Even if it tastes good!
Badawi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Well, if you don't want to eat it, can you go get me one portion? I want some more."
Kavi nodded dazedly, then turned around and found that many residents had finished the food in their bowls and were licking the residue on the walls of their bowls with relish.
Seeing that everyone was satisfied with today's dinner, although Kavi thought it was too exaggerated, he was still very happy. He walked to a few large wooden barrels in a good mood and asked the mercenary in charge of serving food for a portion of Harold's special dish.
Just as he was about to go back to Badawi, he heard Candice smiling and praising Haroldt, "What a sumptuous dinner. I will always remember this adventure tonight."
"Miss Candice, if everyone likes it so much, I can copy a copy of the recipe and give it to you," Harold replied.
"Thank you for giving us such a precious gift. We have no way to repay you. I can only promise you that as long as you don't break your oath, our Aru Village will always open its doors to Master Dolly and her friends." Candice said in a soft voice.
Harold smiled and said, "It's our pleasure, but this is not a precious gift. You should have noticed that the secret to successful cooking lies in spices, and we happened to bring a lot of them. We also brought various dried fruits and nuts, so I will also provide you with a few dessert recipes."
"I admire your honesty as well," Candice said, her mood obviously happier than before, and her tone was gentler. "Even if everything is out of consideration for commodity economy, the help to the villagers is real."
Harold looked around in Candice's sight, then sighed and said, "The situation here is indeed a little different from what I imagined. Those scholars, I mean those sent by the Order, they all went crazy. Do you know why?"
Hearing this, Kavi also walked over. He was also curious about this matter.
How could there be so many crazy scholars? Although every year there are scholars who collapse over graduation thesis, he has never seen so many scholars who are suspected of being mentally ill in Xumi City.
Why did the Ministry of Education send them all to a small village in the desert? Was it because they were afraid that it would affect the appearance of Xumi City?