Chapter 982 Miss Silver Dragon’s Request for Gretel
"Take a risk? Open a store somewhere else?"
The smile on Uncle Hawthorne's face remained unchanged, but froze slightly, and he turned his head and looked inward. There was a clanging sound from the kitchen:
The sound of the knife chopping carapace, the sound of kitchen utensils moving, the sound of running water... were mixed with the energetic shouting of Mrs. Hawthorne, that is, Ms. Jasmine:
"Dear guests, what flavor do you want to eat lobster? Steamed? Boiled? Grilled with sauce? Do you want some minced garlic?"
"Everyone wants it!" Cerela shouted back even louder:
"Sister Jasmine, do what you are good at and what you like to eat! Anyway, I caught a lot! Do you want some peppers? I brought very good peppers!"
Uncle Hawthorne looked towards the kitchen with a smile, his eyes warm. He paused for a moment and turned back to Archmage Baierbo. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Archmage Baierbo waved his hand casually:
"Hey, let's eat first. Let's talk after we're full. I heard that your wife is very good at her crafts?"
"That's not true!" A bright voice came from the kitchen. Ms. Jasmine came over briskly, carrying a large plate two feet in diameter, and placed the plate on the largest wooden table. When the lid is opened, the aroma immediately overflows:
"I cook all the dishes in our house! Bake bread, bake biscuits, stew meat, fry fish, stew soup..."
She laid out a stack of small bowls and neatly scooped out bowls of steaming seafood soup, starting with Archmage Baierbo. When he placed it in front of Mr. Valensimo, he raised his chin and smiled at him:
"Don't forget that he is very good at cooking game. When venturing in the wild, he can make delicious dishes out of everything he catches. He can't compare to me in his ability to cook at home!"
"That's it, that's it!" Valensimo sat still, raising his head and smiling at Ms. Jasmine. It was obvious that he was quite familiar with them. After finishing laughing, he scooped up half a spoonful of fish soup and shook it towards Mr. Hawthorne opposite:
"My level is about the same as him, far behind you! Beautiful lady, when will the other dishes be served? I'm starving to death!"
Jasmine smiled and turned around, returning to the kitchen to get busy. The fragrant stewed seafood soup, golden and sweet honey grilled ribs, supple and rich red wine beef tongue, crispy and charred on the outside, fresh and sweet crab cakes on the inside, all are served on the table like water:
"tasty!"
"tasty!"
“It’s delicious, it’s delicious, it’s delicious…um…”
The portion of the dish was really large, so Gretel and Archmage Baierbo tasted a little of each item before politely stopping their knives and forks. A small bowl of soup, a small piece of ribs, a piece of beef tongue, and a thick piece of crab cake. I was almost half full.
There is still such a big lobster that is not served, and the aroma of desserts is constantly wafting from the kitchen. I really can’t eat anymore. If I eat more, I won’t be able to eat the rest!
However, Serila was eating so hard that she couldn't even raise her head. She moved the spoon like flying, and her whole little face was buried in the bowl. There was a piece of honey stuck to the corner of my mouth. It was shiny and greasy, and I couldn't even spare my hand to wipe it:
"It's delicious...it's fragrant and sweet...Sister Jasmine, do you still have the crab cakes? Give me another plate!"
"coming!"
Ms. Jasmine rolled out of the kitchen like a storm, put down a plate of crab cakes, and placed them all in front of Cerira. Seeing the silver dragon girl's face light up, she couldn't help but smile and wipe her hands on her apron:
"Do you want more? We don't have any crab meat for now. If you still want it, I can make some lobster meat!"
"Well... no need for now, I'm waiting for the lobster..."
Cerira only answered one sentence before chewing hard. The crab cakes are made purely from fresh crab leg meat, which was probably still alive when the meat was removed. The crab meat has clear strands and the meat is delicate and elastic. Squeeze a little lemon juice and sprinkle it on top to bring out all the sweetness:
"Good times, good times! Gretel, you are the one again!"
With a snap, a thick crab cake fell directly onto Gretel's plate.
Gretel took a deep breath. He weighed his digestion capacity and hesitantly picked up the knife and fork. While cutting, look for topics to chat with the owner:
"Mr. Hawthorne, these things in your store are so convenient for adventurers to use!"
"Of course!" Uncle Hawthorne laughed. He glanced back at the furnishings in the store area and raised his head, full of pride:
"I used to be an adventurer too! Until..."
"You got an arrow in the knee?"
Grete interfaced reflexively. Uncle Hawthorne raised his eyebrows:
"How do you know? - But it was not an arrow, but an ice pick..."
Grete took a hissing breath. An arrow in the knee or something like that is funny to outsiders, but it is not funny at all to doctors:
The structure of the knee is complex, precise, and fragile. Joint capsules, synovial membranes, cartilage, etc., if exercised too much, they will be worn out and damaged. If they are not exercised enough, there will be insufficient blood supply and nourishment, and they will still be damaged.
Not to mention suffering from trauma, recovery is really a lot of problems. Whether they are orthopedics or rehabilitation doctors, they are all one head and two big...
"I was the one who hit that ice pick." In the kitchen, a smiling voice carried a fragrant aroma, approaching from far away. "Bang", "bang", "bang", several plates of large lobsters were placed on the table one after another:
One plate is steamed, one plate is boiled, one plate is added with minced garlic, and one plate is baked with cheese... The aroma is overflowing. Jasmine holds a silver knife in her hand and cuts open the lobster shell, slightly dividing it to both sides, revealing large chunks of snow-white shrimp meat. , and jumped out impatiently.
"That's right, she was the one who beat me." Uncle Hawthorne leaned back, avoiding the hot plate, turned his head and smiled:
"Then she compensated herself to me... We came here and opened this 'Flint and Jasmine'. Flint is my nickname and Jasmine is hers... Over the past few years, I have been fattened by her. 40 pounds!”
He patted his stomach hard and made a "bang bang" sound, brazenly showing his happy life after marriage. Jasmine rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and sat down next to him. The next second, a large piece of white lobster meat fell on her plate:
"She is the only one who can never gain weight no matter what she eats! After several years, she is still so young and beautiful. I really envy her!"
"Because I am a half-elf." Mrs. Hawthorne rolled her eyes lightly at her husband. While talking, she took a fist-sized piece of steamed lobster meat for her husband, cut it into pieces, poured sauce on it and pushed it in front of him:
"How can a half-elf get fat so easily? It's not like you, sitting here looking at the store every day, eating without moving. This year alone, I have already put two buckles on my belt..."
Gretel watched the interaction between the couple quietly, with a smile unknowingly filling the corners of her mouth. Beside him, Cerela leaned over gently, lowered his arm, and lightly scratched his palm with her little finger:
"You are not allowed to get fat! Do you hear me?"
"That's for sure..."
Grete replied softly. Originally, he wanted to help his senior brother and persuade the shop owner and his wife to move to another place to open a shop, but now he has withdrawn his idea. Cut the lobster meat into pieces, dip it in some sauce, chew it and swallow it together:
The two adventurers, through hardships and winds and rains, finally managed to settle down. Why bother them? It would be great if people live happily! As for the mission in Eagle Country, you can definitely find someone else...
"Is Madam a half-elf?" Archmage Baierbo put down his fork and suddenly spoke. He looked at the couple's appearance carefully:
Mr. Hawthorne looks like he is thirty-seven or eighteen years old. It must be said that he is forty years old. He is already old enough to be called an "uncle";
Mrs. Hawthorne, or Miss Jasmine, was lithe in stature and delicate in appearance. Judging purely from appearance, she is at most twenty-three or four years old, and she looks youthful and beautiful in her speech and laughter.
If they were of the same age when they met, now they look like they are fourteen or fifteen years apart. And as time goes by, the difference in appearance between humans and half-elves will get bigger and bigger:
He is fourteen or fifteen years old now. In a few years, he will look like he is more than 20 years old. In a few years, he will even look like his grandparents. And this gap will only widen, not narrow, until death separates them.
"Yes!" Ms. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She casually lifted up her long, luxuriant hair, revealing ears that were a bit longer than ordinary people but not too obvious:
"You can't really tell, can you? My mother said that I haven't been able to tell much since I was a child, except for these ears. Just wear a hat! Or grow your hair longer! Just don't get too close to people, otherwise, Those people are so annoying..."
As she spoke, she looked back at her husband with tenderness in her eyes:
"Even him! If I hadn't injured him then and owed him a favor, I wouldn't have ignored him!"
"Sir, do you still want to take a step further on the path of a warrior?" Archmage Baierbo nodded and asked:
"With your current level, if you go one step further and reach the level of a great knight, your lifespan can be extended a lot... If you supplement it with some drugs, your youth can be extended even longer... I can't say how much more, twenty or thirty. There are years.”
"No."
"No."
The Hawthornes spoke in unison without looking at each other. Ms. Jasmine smiled and leaned on her husband's shoulder:
"It's too dangerous to go any further! On the path of a warrior, every time you advance to a level, you have to risk your life. I can't bear to do it... It's good that he is like this! Really, being together quietly is better than anything else... …”
Even if the cost is decades of loneliness for the other party after one party reaches the end of his life? Grete wanted to ask. Archmage Baierbo already laughed:
"There are ways to advance without going into battle, but they are more expensive. But now there is a good opportunity..."
He raised his hand and sketched a patch of light and shadow, which was a map of the northern and southern parts of the New World, as well as the Storm Islands in the middle. The Archmage pointed to the location of the Eagle Kingdom and said:
"The Parliament was invited to go to the Eagle Country to help them resist the invasion of the Holy See. We plan to set up a stronghold here, and then open trade routes to attract merchants and adventurers. Of course, the mage tower will be built, but - "
But mages cannot do everything, and there must be shops that serve merchants and adventurers. As the first group of people to take risks, the Parliament is willing to provide sufficient protection and preferential treatment to these businessmen who are willing to take risks.
At this point, Mr. Hawthorne could come to a conclusion with little thought. But for him, giving his wife a quiet and warm environment is more important than anything else. Of course, if his wife is interested, he can't go to the Eagle Country -
He subconsciously turned to look at his wife, only to see Jasmine staring blankly at the narrow emerald green continent below the light and shadow. His eyes were fixed, almost in a trance.
"What's the matter, Jasmine?"
Mr. Hawthorne asked softly. Jasmine looked at the continent carefully, from the top to the bottom, from the towering mountains to the green rainforest:
"Mom told me that my father was from there——"
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