Chapter 303 (1/2)

If you haven't tasted the blue COD in midsummer, you won't have been to eboden.

This is not just the ridicule and show off of the dead Alto Bellini, but a fact recognized by all the nobles who have visited eboden and even the de saleon royal family.

From the deep sea bottom of the misty sea, the blue cod, which is fished ashore in midsummer, is fat, high-quality and delicious. It is a rare delicacy only on the noble table of eboden.

A lively blue cod, which has just been salvaged ashore, is first washed, scaled and deodorized, and then pickled with Shanghai salt, fresh lemon juice, black pepper and rosemary for two quarters of an hour until it tastes thoroughly.

Prepare some sifted wheat flour and sprinkle a thin layer on the pickled fish; At this time, the frying pan has been heated. Pour in the olive oil pressed by the local olives outside eboden. It is better if there is grape seed oil from the Duke of Byrne in the south.

In the upper class of eboden, the truly ”full of flowers and plants” Bayern grape seed oil is actually more popular, so that it has become a new ”fashion”.

When the oil is warm, it can be served by frying it a little - coupled with a salad made of summer fresh seasonal vegetables, onions, red peppers, corn and fairy fruit, and some spices according to personal taste. Even if an original eboden blue cod is finished, it can take the taste to a higher level with eboden local peach wine.

Eboden's food is not only different from lottel's simple and rough food, but also significantly different from the cumbersome and complex food of Saxony - they are as blessed as the Duchy of Byrne in the south. They sit in an endless treasure house of food. The extremely delicious ingredients can conquer everyone's taste buds with a little cleaning.

At least that's what Lauren thinks.

Gently cut the tender fish with a dining knife. The extreme tenderness seems to be able to open the blade and send it to the mouth with a fork. The thick and sticky sauce flows wantonly on the surface of the meat and drops a few drops on the pure white porcelain plate.

The first thing to touch is the elegant rosemary, mixed with the smell of fresh olive oil and seasonal vegetables - it seems that as long as you close your eyes, you can see the young girl with youthful vitality, her cramped hands behind her, her eyes blurred in the flowers, her face blushing and drooping.

The rich sauce touches the meat first. The silky taste is like flowers in full bloom. It unstoppably opens all the taste buds and spreads the incomparable taste from the tip of the tongue to the neck and chest.

A little stagnation, a little force, but you must be very careful to bite the smooth meat off the fork without hurting yourself - let the meat pop open and bite the tongue or fork.

After that, it is the ”peak” of taste - every chewing, biting and tasting process is full of freshness and excitement for the first time, exciting and exciting

Because that is the elegance and consideration that can be brought only from the bottom of the fog sea, which makes people intoxicated in endless tenderness.

The tender meat that has not been swallowed and the wine slide into the warm throat together - at the end, usher in a gentle end in the most elegant way, because it is incomparable, like the happiness of rising to heaven.

”Although I know it's still too pale to say so, it's... Incomparable!”

The black haired wizard with endless aftertaste opened his mouth with praise, closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if he was still feeling the last aftertaste, and even forgot to put down his fork.

”I once ate the blue cod cooked by the chef of the Bellini family, which can't be compared at all - indeed, only our Ayn Rand can give full play to the delicacy of eboden blue cod!”

”How can you exaggerate...”

The little wizard sitting opposite the table blushed and bowed his head slightly. In his arms, he still held the moon shadow cat ”Meilin” (Ariel), whose sapphire eyes glittered shyly.

”Exaggeration? No, no, no...” Lauren waved his hand again and again, with a funny smile on his mouth:

”This is my heartfelt praise!”

The little wizard blushed again, and Merlin in her arms rubbed Ayn's face with her little meat pad.

”So... You're going to the broken boundary mountain in the north with his highness Brandon de sallion?”

”It seems so. If the prince won't change his mind - according to my understanding of him, this kind of thing is not impossible.”

The black haired wizard joked: ”so we may also turn back halfway to the imperial capital Golovin, and then meet the great supreme emperor of the Empire, his majesty Eckhart II - ula, long live the emperor!”

”Poof -” Ayn laughed, then gave him a white look: ”you're lying to me again, aren't you?”