After waiting quietly in Venice for ten days, no other sounds appeared. Spain was still arguing with Ottoman, all thinking it was the other party's problem.

Since they are so in love and kill each other, I won’t worry about it. Before the summer comes, the fleet set out from Venice and is ready to return to London.

The gold coins funded by Spain have been transported away in batches, and our fleet has gone with no pressure, so it is very leisurely and elegant.

Of course, before leaving, I bought some gifts from Venice and prepared to take them back to the UK. I still have to go with some people as necessary.

It was early summer when I drove out of the Mediterranean. When I passed by Seville, the spy I asked Mo to stay in the local area to report the news that there are two most popular things in Spain and even the European continent.

One thing is the hype of the golden robbery recently, and the other is the ridiculous "potato invasion" incident.

Speaking of potato invasion, it is definitely one of the major misunderstandings in the history of human development. Potatoes native to the Andes have been controversial since the moment they were "born", but in the end they successfully conquered the appetites of most people and became the fourth largest type of food in the world.

This spring, the navigator who returned from the New World brought potatoes to Italy and Britain, and then transferred to Belgium, Germany, Austria and France.

People were very interested in this novel plant at the beginning. Just as other new species were introduced, it would set off a popular craze from the royal family to the market.

In Spain, people regard potatoes as ornamental plants, and like potato flowers to have a long flowering period and strong fragrance. All the princes and nobles regard the cultivation of potato flowers at home as a fashion.

However, in countries such as France, people's attitude towards potatoes is very unfriendly. French Regent Catherine ordered that potatoes are the seeds of leprosy and are "devil's apples" and are banned from growing them all over France.

The British potato also encountered Waterloo. After the Queen of England received this tribute, she was puzzled by her ugly image and finally handed it over to the imperial chef of the palace.

This imperial chef was probably also an academic school. He threw away the roots of the ugly potatoes as soon as he came up, leaving behind the seedlings and leaves with fragrant Huadon. He tried his best to make a big meal for the nobles, including Queen Elizabeth I.

The result is naturally full of absurd words, with bitter tears. Not only can Potato be banned from the whole country, Sir Lareg, who brought Potato back, was suspected of having problems with loyalty. He is being reviewed these days, which is really more unfair than Dou E!

But what can Lareg say? The king wants his minister to die, but his minister has to die. But his loyalty is exchanged for such a result. He only feels desperate but has nothing to say.

After hearing this news, I almost whispered! Half of these unkind British people, their paper-thin recipes were supported by potatoes - fish and chips - today they were actually going to dig for the potato discoverers. It was so funny.

So I ordered to speed up the flight and rush to London as fast as possible. I want to give Sir Lareg - no! Make potatoes clear!

The Palace of Westminster in midsummer is full of greenery, and in England, vegetation is as important as people's breathing and bread.

"Marquis de Mexico, you are very embarrassed!" Elizabeth I sat on a chair in the living room, frowned slightly and said, "Let's tell me, what kind of reward do you hope to get for once again with such great contributions?"

Of course I know that she is referring to the fact that I used the regaining of my "fission" as bait to attract the main force of the Spanish Navy to the New World.

I have nothing to say about this. Since Elizabeth I decided to do this, he was prepared in all kinds of preparations. Moreover, the so-called rewards are actually not attractive to me. I have benefited a lot from being able to do a lot of things under her name.

So I bowed and performed a gentlemanly politely, "Her Majesty, every flower and every tree you gave me is treasure. I love it sincerely and am not picky."

Elizabeth I looked at me with complicated eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is this wisdom from the East? I am just about to discuss this mysterious knowledge with you!"

I replied with a smile: "As you wish! Her Majesty, when you are interested, but..."

A strange smile appeared on my face. The queen was very curious and immediately asked, "But what?"

I smiled helplessly and shook my head, "I'm afraid I have to give you a suggestion - fire that poor and sad imperial chef! He has made you lose the right to taste a great food!"

"Great food, what is that?" Isabella next to her obviously prefers to study diet and asked with a smile.

But I smiled without saying a word and took out something from my pocket - potatoes!

"Oh! Oh my God! Mexican Marquis, you actually brought such a terrible thing! I have ordered not to see it in England for not far!" Elizabeth said with a pale face.

"I still feel uncomfortable in my stomach!" Isabella added.

I laughed twice and shook my head and said, "So I said, what Her Majesty the Queen should drive away is the stupid imperial chef, not this cute little thing!"

Elizabeth I frowned and said, "If it is not you who said this, but someone else, I have been driven out by me now, the Marquis of Mexico."

I bowed slightly and said, "Soon you will be grateful for everything I have brought to you, Her Majesty the Queen! The importance of this great plant to Britain is comparable to defeating the Black Death!"

The Black Death is a chronic disease that has plagued Britain and even Europe for hundreds of years. The importance of overcoming it is related to the survival and development of the nation. As a "wise, knowledgeable, mysterious and full of miracles", I will not blindly use these two things for analogy.

Since she said it, there must be something she hadn't figured out yet - Elizabeth I thought. So she suppressed her unhappiness and asked in a calm tone: "I'm listening, the Marquis of Mexico."

I held the potato in my left hand and said in a tone that seemed to be a missionary preaching: "Potato, we can also call it potato, is a very delicious and nutritious thing."

As I said that, I made a full expression of regret and said, "I would rather lose black tea, red wine or other delicacies than losing it, at least have other alternatives."

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, but did not interrupt me. So I continued, "More important: potatoes only need a piece of tubers to reproduce - put aside the stupid idea that asexual reproduction is a sin - this thing can replace staple food during famine and feed your countless people and army!"

When Elizabeth I heard this, she had sufficient interest between her eyebrows and eyes - as a leader, she would not judge a thing because of her personal likes and dislikes - especially a new species that is said to be a strategic material!

So Elizabeth I frowned slightly and said, "Maybe this potato really has that magical ability as you said, but it is poisonous! We can all prove it!"

I laughed again, and they looked at me with a puzzled look on their faces, not understanding why I was laughing.

I wiped the tears of laughter and gasped, "This is the fundamental reason why I asked you to fire that stupid imperial chef - this magical thing can eat the ugly roots, not the beautiful but poisonous stems and leaves and garlands!"

"Oh! Oh my god!" Elizabeth I shook his head and said, "That thing looks like an old man's face, how can you eat it? You're kidding, the Mexican Marquis!"

I shook my head and said, "No, Her Majesty, please lend me a knife! OK?"

My wish was soon fulfilled, and there was nothing to worry about in this heavily guarded Palace of Westminster. So an exquisite silver knife was quickly sent to my hands.

I cut off the potato shreds very carefully, pulled a knife flower, and cut them into even pieces or strips, and then continued: "Look, under its rough and scary appearance, it has such a smooth heart."

Elizabeth I covered her mouth and smiled, "Are you comparing yourself? The Marquis of Mexico!"

I spread my hands and said, "I should describe it more appropriate than the differences in appearance and appearance."

Elizabeth I smiled and said, "This is not in line with the Eastern philosophy you have always pursued."

I shook my head and said exaggeratedly: "Today we only talk about food, not philosophy!"

As I said that, I continued, "If possible, I would like to make a mat with potatoes. Are you willing to taste this delicious food? Of course, I will eat it for you to demonstrate first!"

Elizabeth I was completely attracted by me, so after her and Isabella's multiple inspections, a potato feast I made was placed on the dining table of the Westminster Palace restaurant!

Braised potatoes, salted potatoes, roasted potatoes, stewed pork ribs, blueberry mashed potatoes, vinegar shredded potatoes, shredded potatoes, roasted potatoes, and a classic combination of French fries and fried fish.

Looking at this table with a wide range of potato meals, Elizabeth I and Isabella were both stunned - they didn't know how to slap them.

After saluting next to me, I said gracefully: "What I show you is not just food, but a culture! May you like it!"

As I said that, I took a little from each serving of food one by one and ate it happily.

After waiting for a while, seeing that I was fine and looking anxious to eat, Isabella said, "Her Majesty, I'll try it first!"

So in the eyes of Elizabeth I's praise and fear, he sent the knife and fork to stewed pork ribs to potatoes - the dish with the best visual effect.

After drinking, she immediately screamed loudly! Elizabeth I was so scared that she stood up, and the guard next to her even drew out his sword!

I looked at the side with a smile, and Elizabeth I stared at Isabella and asked, "What the hell happened?"

Isabella was so excited that she almost burst into tears. She immediately ate another piece, and then she said vaguely regardless of the lady's image: "Aunt! I swear! I have never eaten such delicious food before! I swear! I have to eat it every day!"

As he said that, he began to stretch his knife and fork towards the braised potatoes, but he didn't get it done for a few strokes, and he was suddenly a little anxious.

I took out a pair of chopsticks and smiled, "When eating Eastern rice, you need to use Eastern culture and utensils." As I said that, I picked up a few pieces of them.

When Isabella saw the chopsticks, her eyes lit up and asked me for a pair, but she couldn't use them. I smiled and said, "This takes time, you can use a knife and fork first!"

But the knife and fork were indeed not easy to use, so the noble woman began to use her hands, completely ignoring the so-called etiquette and image.

The imperial chef who visited next to him was very disdainful at first, but after he tasted a piece of shredded potato, he took the initiative to resign to the queen.

Elizabeth I could no longer wait. After elegantly wielding the knife and fork, he immediately joined the team to compete for food with Isabella. His image? No, I don’t know what that is!

Of course, the final result is that the Imperial Chef stayed, but the Queen made a request to learn these! All! Now!

However, how could the stupid British do such meticulous work? After learning, they only learn French fries and fried fish!

So five hundred years later, these two things have become the national dish of Britain...
Chapter completed!