Chapter 1020: Make soup

The fairy patriarch and I went to a place far away from the elves, looked around, saw no one around, and said: "Grandma patriarch, why don't you get some meat for your people?"
The patriarch sighed: "I think, but the current form is not allowed. The anti-elf members of Akahavi are still lurking in Moonlight City. I can't let my people take risks for a little bit of meat. Right."
"I understand what you mean, you mean you can't risk going to the butcher shop in the town to buy meat, right?"
The patriarch nodded: "That's it."
"But you don't need to do this at all," I said: "You can keep some cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks in captivity, and you can also grow wheat and other crops by the way."
"I had this idea," the patriarch said, "but I was walking in a hurry at the time, and there was no time to bring seeds of food and young poultry."
"Oh, it turned out to be like this" I sighed and said, "Do you have any plans in this regard now?"
"If I can create better conditions for the people, I will naturally be very happy."
"That is to say, I have plans in this respect." I pouted and exhaled, and said, "Well then, I will help you get a batch of young animals and poultry, as well as various vegetables and Seeds of food, here you are..."
I raised my head, looked at the fairies not far away, and said, "...There should be experts in breeding and planting, right?"
"Of course," the patriarch raised his head and said, "Don't underestimate our fairies. Except for some unpopular ones that few people know, we fairies are the pioneers of any other knowledge."
Time passed quickly, and it was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.
I raised the firewood again and cooked the broth.
At the beginning, some unpleasant raw meat smell came out of the big pot. As the temperature in the pot gradually increased, the boiling water began to roll up, and raw meat, raw vegetables, and various spices also followed the water. Tumbled and trembling, the tender red raw meat gradually turned white, the crisp raw vegetables softened by the erosion of boiling water, and various spices began to emit their fragrance without reservation, part of it was incorporated into the soup, and the other Part of it got into our breath.
Around the cauldron, there is a mixture of meat and spice smells. Close my eyes and take a deep breath. The delicious smell is like an addictive medicine, which constantly stimulates my appetite and makes my mouth keep secreting. Saliva.
Subconsciously, I swallowed my saliva. With a soft grunt in my throat, I opened my eyes again. Only then did I realize that the fairies around me were also closing their eyes, breathing greedily the scented aroma.
"You are good at cooking broth," the fairy patriarch whispered: "I can smell this scent, and I can be sure that it must taste delicious."
I flattered: "You are really good."
"Don't think I'm bragging," the fairy patriarch said earnestly: "When I was young, I also tasted delicious food from all over the world, and also learned the knowledge of cooking under some famous masters. It can even be said that it was a small achievement, but it was just too long. I didn't show it, it was a little rusty, but my sense of smell and my feelings for food must not be wrong."
"When you were young?" I asked the patriarch: "When you were a princess?"
"Yeah" the patriarch replied, "Is there any problem when I was a princess?"
"No" I waved my hand again and again.
The fairy patriarch frowned, said nothing, and continued to enjoy the smell of the broth.
I was lost in thought on the side: looking at the current state of the fairy patriarch, it is easy to think that when she was young, she must be the kind of very proud woman, full of strong queen style, this kind of woman, generally not Will take the initiative to learn cooking.
But there are exceptions, such as finding a reason that makes her willing to learn cooking, or there is a man who makes her willing to change herself.
I don't know if there is such a reason for the former, but the latter certainly exists. That man is Taylor.
I don't understand what kind of man Taylor was like when he was young, who was able to make the princesses of the two races of fairies and elves fall in love at the same time.
I don't even think about it, what kind of brain circuit of old man Taylor looks like, he can leave behind two stunning beauties, and he can travel around the world with great pleasure!
However, I guess the old man must have regretted it later, otherwise, how could he develop the habit of alcoholism?
When I was thinking about it, I heard a middle-aged fairy next to me couldn't help but say: "Ah, a familiar taste after a long absence."
By his side, other middle-aged or old fairies couldn't help but nod their heads in agreement.
It’s right to think about it. After all, they have been hiding in this space for more than ten years. They have not drunk the broth for more than ten years, and they have not even smelled the scent of the broth. Suddenly they were lucky enough to smell it today. Naturally, I will be deeply moved.
Listening to the admiration of the people around me, suddenly a different voice rang in my ear: "Is this broth?"
I opened my eyes, it was Phoenix, and the questioner was Yula.
I nodded: "It's broth, I made it, how about it?"
Yula pursed her mouth, and suddenly smiled charmingly: "It's not bad, it's the first time I saw someone use such a big pot to cook soup."
"Cut" I curled my lips: "The big pot of stew has a taste, and your noble children don't understand it."
After listening, Yura shrugged indifferently.
Lilea stared at the blisters in the cauldron, swallowed, and asked me: "Xiao Yi, when will we start the meal, I'm so hungry."
"Now, Ma..." I snapped my head: "Damn, I forgot to steam rice!"
As soon as I said this, there was an uproar around me. I asked the fairy patriarch, "Grandma patriarch, is there any rice here?"
The patriarch shook his head: "How could it be possible."
I turned to Kagali again, Kagali also shook her head: "I never thought I would have lunch here, so I didn't bring rice."
After exhaling, I said, "Call a guy who runs errands quickly, uh, Billy!"
I yelled over, and saw Billy who was brushing his teeth not far away shuddered, and then he grunted and swallowed all the water in his mouth. The next moment, his faces were drawn together instantly, and his expression was very painful.
"An Xiaoyi, you bastard, don't you know that I'm brushing my teeth!" He regained his strength and yelled: "You swallowed the mouthwash just now, and there was a lot of toothpaste in it. What..."
He kept cursing, I stood silently and watched him, and counted the seconds in my heart.
One, two, three, four... eleven, ten...
Before he finished reading the number twelve, he saw Billy slipped and fell into the stream with a plop, and his clothes were all wet in an instant.
I chuckled lightly: Just die, and when you scold me, you don't even look at your feet.
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