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Schwab saw several fat cooks who were about to put various meats into the stew pot, Schwab quickly drank them. This stew method easily caused the food to taste, and roasting, stewing and baking were the most common cooking methods in the Middle Ages. At this time, the stew pot was quite popular because it could save firewood and avoid the loss of gravy. Therefore, many medieval dishes were also meat-flavored soups and stews. Schwab asked them to put the meat down, then took out a meat-cutting knife and gestured over, but because they had not cut the meat, they didn't know how to start.

"Lord, what are you going to do?" Little William asked curiously.

"Oh, I want to slice this piece of meat. Little William, do you have a way?"

"Of course, please wait." Little William skillfully picked up the meat cutter and cut a whole piece of meat into even-sized slices. Schwab remembered that learning how to cut meat as a servant is also one of his daily lessons.

"It's great. Go find some wooden sticks and sharpen them." Schwab immediately ordered the cooks. Under Schwab's order, the cooks quickly found some wooden sticks and started to peel them.

"What are you going to do, Lord?" A bald chef asked curiously. Schwab looked at his shaking double chin and wondered why this guy ate more fatter than me, the lord.

"Put the meat on the sign." Schwab put the pieces of meat on wooden signs as a demonstration. Although the chefs were not used to this way of wasting food, they did not dare to disobey his orders and quickly put on a bunch of meat skewers.

"Then, Lord."

"Put down the meat skewers first and bring the stew pot." Schwab clapped his hands and ordered. The chefs quickly brought the stew pot to Schwab. Schwab asked the chefs to fill it with water, and then put some spices and salt in it. Originally, the mainland did not produce spices and other seasonings. Later, after the fourth emperor of the Ovi Empire fought against the Bufanlamia Kingdom, he brought it back. Since then, the merchants on the mainland followed this trade route to the Bufanlamia Kingdom and brought spices to the people on the mainland. Because the journey was long, these spices were luxury goods comparable to gold. As for salt, they had to be obtained through trade. So seeing Schwab was so prodigal and put the spices and salt into the stew pot to cook, the chefs showed a look of distress, but Schwab was immersed in the delicacies that were about to be released from the pot without notice.

When night fell, several guests invited by Chen Jun came to the castle. The hall built of gray-brown rocks in the castle was brightly lit. The merchant Rupert looked at the small castle curiously. For Rupert, it was his first time to enter the castle owned by the nobles. He was too young and could only do business with the civilians in various provinces by traveling merchants. On the one hand, the aristocrats who could do business by themselves were not favored by the nobles. On the other hand, the right to deal with business with the nobles can only be obtained by the best of the merchant union. However, even those famous big merchants rarely were invited to attend the aristocrat banquet, so Rupert was passionate in his heart.

"It's so big here. These buildings are very strong. It's better to have some decorations." Rupert said involuntarily. In his opinion, it's better to use luxury goods such as bear skin, mink hair, carpets from the Kingdom of Buvanamia. Of course, this is not known to Schwab's financial situation. He is facing bankruptcy and is now a problem with eating enough. He still has the ability to buy expensive luxury goods.

In the medieval aristocracy often held banquets, such as to entertain aristocrats who were close to them, or local prestigious squire and religious people. Holding banquets in the medieval period with poor resources was a very effective means to win over the upper and lower rulers, and establish friendships while guests were drinking and chatting. However, only those with aristocratic blood could attend, or second-class people representing God to pastor the people, while civilians could only wait on the periphery to soothe their hungry bodies. After all, the first class holding a sharp sword and the second class holding the right to arbitrate the ideological.

But today at the banquet in the castle, people were surprised to find that there were aliens among themselves. Marty wore clothes that were only worn during festivals. The red narrow waist long skirt and wide sleeves looked like a princess. The bright red was dyed with an oyster from the coast. This oyster was very expensive and was bought by Marty's mother for a whole year. The first time she attended this banquet, Marty felt a little unnatural. Fortunately, it was just a small banquet. Only the people in the castle and some of the people I invited, and many of them were still greeting Marty. Most of the people who greeted him were the guards in the castle.

If it is a large banquet, musicians and jugglers are usually invited, but Schwab has the spare money. Everyone is making noise and then sits down. Of course, everyone's seats are in a certain order and social status. Marty and Rupert consciously sit in the last seat farthest from Chen Jun.

"Matty, Rupert, please come and sit here." Schwab waved at them, then pointed to the empty seat beside him, and the people around him immediately looked at them in surprise.

"Thank you, sir, my identity is not worthy of this honor." Rupert said respectfully immediately.

"It's okay, you are my guests today, please come here." Schwab insisted that they come over, and Rupert and Marty had to carefully bypass the others and sat next to Schwab in the curious eyes of people. Schwab enthusiastically placed some fruits and meat on their plates.

"Isn't this the blacksmith? Why did she sit next to the noble?"

"And what is that businessman from?"

People were talking, and the hall immediately buzzed like a beehive, but Schwab was eating the things on his plate without caring about it. The freshness of people's curiosity passed quickly. Although Chen Jun was poor now, there was still a barrel of ale. Since there was no wine in the banquet, the maids poured bitter ale for the guests. People were enthusiastic under the stimulation of alcohol. The young man raised his glasses and made a loud noise. They cried out from the glasses. The full wine was sprinkled out of the glasses.

The man was even more excited to take off his shirt and reveal his furry breasts, allowing the wine to sprinkle on his body as if this could show his masculinity. The women laughed indifferently, even Marty was also smiling at these farces, and the only thing that was not used to was Schwab. He used to seeing the diplomatic etiquette of foreigners on TV before. Now, looking at their ancestors, it was really terrible. The entire barbarian invasion of this bear thing. Although Schwab has become a member of the barbarians now, he is still not used to it.

"You dare to touch my wife and kill you." Suddenly, the two big men with thick bodies started arguing with red faces. A fat woman beside them looked at the two big men shyly. It turned out that a big man who was blinded by alcohol touched the butt of a woman beside him. At this time, the woman's husband refused, so the two shouted and fought. The people next to him not only did not persuade him to fight but followed him to make trouble, as if they were eager to beat him as big as possible, and the bald Otto and the city

The people with identities in the fort also looked very interested. Schwab thought for a long time before he realized that this was a necessary activity in the banquet. He could only sigh in his heart about the lack of entertainment in this era. It seemed that he had to copy the entertainment activities in later generations in the future, especially football and other activities with military training to train his soldiers. When he thought of this, Schwab felt a sense of courage that was almost broken out, as if a brave army had already been in his hands.

"Oh." Looking at the woman's husband, he was knocked to the ground by another big man's left hook, his nose was bleeding and his face was broken and his teeth fell to the ground. The people around him were so excited that the fat woman was also excited, as if the one who was knocked down was not his husband, and the victor proudly raised his hands and enjoyed the fragrant kiss of the fat man.

"Sir, can you present the food you made?"

"Of course." Schwab nodded, and everyone around him stood up curiously, wanting to know what novelty things the castle lord brought to everyone.

Two servants were holding an iron stew pot, then put the stew pot on a bonfire, and inserted many wooden sticks into the stew pot. The soup in the pot emitted an attractive fragrance. The people in the hall were seduced by these fragrances and swallowed directly. The originally noisy hall became very quiet and only the sound of gurgling saliva.

"Sir, what is this? It doesn't seem to be a stew of soup?" Although Old Lauke was shocked by Schwab's endless fresh ideas these days, he had never seen this dish that exuded a charming fragrance. You must know that before Schwab arrived, he was the most knowledgeable person in this castle.

"This is Oriental Shabu." Schwab said mysteriously.

"Oh." When people heard that it was a dish from the mysterious East, their eyes immediately shone. When they looked at the stew pot, they looked like a group of hungry wolves.

"Come on everyone, this kind of dish cannot be placed on the plate. It will be not delicious when it is cold." Schwab led people to gather around the stew pot, pulling out a wooden stick with meat from it, and then slowly ate the meat on it in the eyes of people envy and salivating. Well, it's just right, and the taste is all in. After eating, Schwab took a few more strings and ate it. Suddenly, it felt something was wrong. It turned out that everyone was anxiously waiting for him to give orders to eat.

"Eat, don't be polite." Schwab just finished speaking and saw the crowd rushing up. Even an elderly man like Lao Lauke nimbled and grabbed a few. The bald Otto pushed left and right to occupy a large area, and some even reached into the pot and screamed.

"Mati is for you." Schwab sighed at the low standard of living in the medieval people and handed Marti a skewer of meat. Marti ate with gratitude. Looking at the cheerful and generous laughter of the people around him and making fun of each other, Schwab couldn't help laughing and seemed to have a bit of home smell here.
Chapter completed!