Chapter 38: His Royal Highness the Duke, Kimchi Beef, Tofu Pot and Cider...
Jane had a dream.
She curled up by the French window of the Duke's Mansion, holding the stuffed bear left by her mother in her arms. It was snowing heavily outside, and the footsteps of servants could be heard coming and going outside the door.
Everyone was busy welcoming the new lady and daughter, and no one remembered that there was a child here.
She felt very hungry and sneaked downstairs. The kitchen was bustling with preparations for dinner, and the aroma of butter wafted out.
Jane stumbled into the pantry, snuck a portion of cold chicken and bread, and was chewing it with difficulty when the pantry door opened.
She shuddered in her dream and then woke up.
"Jane? Why did you fall asleep? You can't sleep here, you'll catch a cold." Ye Wan patted her shoulder gently, and Jane woke up immediately: "Sorry."
Ye Wan shook his head: "No need to apologize, don't you want to learn how to cook? I'll teach you."
Youan came down from the second floor rubbing his neck. "Can we change the mattress? It's too hard," he complained.
"Okay, wait until I finish stewing this pot of tofu before I look for a soft mattress, Princess and the Pea." Ye Wan said without hesitation.
It was rare that Jenny wanted to learn how to cook, so Ye Wan planned to teach her some simple dishes first, such as kimchi beef and tofu hotpot, which were all stewed in one pot and were easy to make and would not fail.
She took out a heavy stone pot from the cupboard: "First add oil, stir-fry the garlic slices, and then put the kimchi and onions at the bottom." Ye Wan brought a kimchi jar from the yard, which contained kimchi that had just been fermented.
"You can stir-fry the kimchi for a while longer, and then add rice washing water when the leaves are dry. The longer you cook it, the stronger the flavor will be, and the better the soup will taste." Ye Wan gave careful instructions.
Jenny nodded with bright eyes, which provided great emotional value. Ye Wan felt a sense of accomplishment. After all, when she usually cooked, there was only a grouchy Youan and some delicious pancakes beside her.
The thin beef rolls rolled in the kimchi soup, and soon the red and white meat slices turned into an attractive grayish white. The fat part was in an attractive transparent state with oil. The beef absorbed the sour, spicy and fresh fragrance of the kimchi, and the texture was full of flavor.
Autumn is a good season for zucchini. Put a circle of green zucchini in the kimchi pot, cut the tofu into neat pieces and put it in the middle. After absorbing the soup, it becomes hot and tender.
As the broth continued to simmer over low heat, it gradually thickened and became mellow and tempting. Ye Wan lifted the lid of the pot, and steam rose up along with the rich aroma of kimchi.
The reddish-brown soup was bubbling and gurgling, the white tofu was trembling slightly in the pot, and it was dotted with green zucchini, bright pepper rings, etc., which greatly increased people's appetite.
Oh, by the way, when the pot is served, don’t forget to crack a raw egg in the middle of the soup. The transparent egg white will quickly expand into a cloud-like white edge, and the egg yolk in the middle will be soft and runny.
Ye Wan scooped a bowl of white rice from the pot and handed the spoon to Jian: "Try it."
Jane politely took it with both hands. The moment she raised her arm, Ye Wan accidentally touched the bruise on her arm.
Ye Wan immediately thought of the rumor in the tabloid, about the poor "Cinderella" who was abused by her stepmother and stepsister, and she couldn't help but show some sympathy.
But Jane didn't care much about it. She poured the soup on the rice and picked up a piece of tofu. The tofu absorbed the essence of the soup and was smooth, tender and hot inside. The soup splashed out when she took a bite.
"This is really delicious." Jane smiled.
Ye Wan took Songbing and Youan to the market to restock the goods and whispered to Youan, "Oh my God, I saw a lot of bruises on Jenny's arms. Someone must be abusing her. Should we go tell the sheriff?"
Youan gave her a meaningful look and said, "I think you can live in the monastery in the south of the city, pray once every morning and once every evening, and then the glory of the Virgin Mary will come and shine on your whole body."
Ye Wan: “?”
She held it in for a long time, then suddenly revealed a disgusting smile: "Don't you think you're going too far~"
Youan: “?”
muffin:"?"
"But, I like you too much~" She said this, and was very pleased to see that Youan's face turned pale.
Pancake was eating a macadamia nut given to it by a roadside vendor, but Ye Wan scared it so much that it dropped the nut on the ground.
"Squeak!" It put its hands on its hips and loudly condemned Ye Wan.
Youan stretched out his long legs and strode forward without saying another word to her.
Ye Wan was going to the winery to buy some more wine. She walked out of the market like she was used to it, and walked around three alleys to reach Madame Perova's winery.
The exterior walls of this winery were covered with blue-gray ground cloth, and a faded wooden sign read "Madame Perroy's Winery". Ye Wan pushed open the heavy wooden door with force, and the strong smell of alcohol, along with the aged aroma of oak barrels, came towards her.
The room was cluttered with countless round oak barrels, stacked like a small mountain. On the wall was a small blackboard with the wine list written on it: Butterbeer, Pineapple Wine, Pear Wine...
"Mrs. Peloire, hey, are you there?" Ye Wan walked on the narrow path in the middle, carefully avoiding the wine barrels on the ground.
Mrs. Perroy, the owner of the winery, was hiding in a pile of oak barrels flipping through a magazine. When she saw Ye Wan coming, her eyes lit up: "Oh, it's Ye Wan."
She looked around and asked, "Where's that handsome boy?"
Youan was determined not to come to the winery again. He thought that instead of facing Madame Pellowa's passion for handsome men, it would be better to go to the dungeon and fight the eight-legged octopus monster alone.
"He had something to do and went back first." Ye Wan made up an excuse and said, "Is there any good wine you can drink recently?"
Madame Pellois was a little disappointed, but still enthusiastically recommended a kind of cider with a low alcohol content, plenty of bubbles, and a rich apple aroma. She could go back and process it by adding honey or caramel.
The taste is not particularly sweet, but very refreshing.
Mrs. Pellois took a copper long-handled wine spoon, reached into the oak barrel and took out a spoonful, then gave Ye Wan and Muffin a glass each.
"Thank you." Ye Wan said.
"Squeak." Muffin folded his paws and bowed to Madame Pellois.
When his lips touched the wine, the coolness and bubbles came together. Ye Wan tasted the rich and sweet taste of fresh apple, and there was some sour and sweet aftertaste when he swallowed it.
"This cider is amazing!" Ye Wan exclaimed.
Mrs. Pellowa raised her eyebrows. "Of course, these are big apples shipped from the North."
Her voice sounded a little muffled.
Ye Wan: "What's wrong, Madame Pellois?"
Mrs. Perroy seemed to have been buried in a wine barrel for a long time and hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly exploded, cursing and showing Ye Wan a magazine:
"Look at this!"
Ye Wan took the magazine doubtfully. On it was a photo of a handsome male mermaid stretching his body, with broad shoulders and slightly bulging chest muscles.
He was charmingly touching his long seaweed-blue hair, and water droplets flowed down from his hair to his Adam's apple, collarbone, chest, and abdomen.
Ye Wan's gaze kept sliding down until he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
She was petrified on the spot.
Seeing that she was not reacting properly, Mrs. Pellowa glanced at the magazine and said awkwardly, "Oh, no, that's not it." She turned the magazine to a page:
"This is it."
Ye Wan prepared herself mentally; she didn't want to see a naked man or anything like that again.
But fortunately, this is a normal report:
Recently, according to insiders, the royal family will issue a new policy aimed at regulating magical transportation, which clearly prohibits the driving of flying brooms, magic carpets and other means of transportation after drinking.
This policy not only caused complaints from the common people, but also strong dissatisfaction from the old nobles.
Since the Middle Ages, brooms seem to have always been the exclusive means of travel for witches. Before taking off, witches would cover their entire bodies with a special ointment.
However, since the magical industrial revolution, Mr. Edison invented the propeller for flying devices, which allowed ordinary people to travel on brooms. As magical tools were updated and improved with each passing day, the number of tools such as brooms and magic carpets increased year by year. However, problems such as brooms losing control and crashing into buildings due to drunken behavior have become increasingly acute.
The royal family issued the ban this time in order to curb such chaos and protect the lives and property of the people of the kingdom. According to the new policy, the Night Watch Association will randomly inspect riders on various roads. Once the alcohol content is detected to be above the standard, they will face high fines or even criminal liability.
However, as soon as the news came out, opposition voices came one after another. Many people believed that this was a rude interference of the royal family in people's lives. Riding a broom home after a night of wild parties has become a part of many people's lives.
When reporters interviewed Duke Oslov, he expressed dissatisfaction: "For hundreds of years, our family has returned home on brooms after the evening banquet. I regard this move by the royal family as a provocation."
Currently, the House of Commons and the House of Lords have intervened in this dispute, trying to find a balance between issuing policies and avoiding public resistance.
Ye Wan looked through the photos from top to bottom and looked at the photo at the bottom. It was a photo of a reporter interviewing Duke Oslov. He looked nothing like Jenny. The Duke looked like he spent all day in places of entertainment. He had light blond hair, thin cheeks, and eyes like slimy snakes.
It makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Ye Wan returned the magazine to Madame Pellois, who continued to mutter, "Oh, if this ban is really passed by Parliament, my winery will be closed down."
Ye Wan comforted her and returned to the tavern with Muffin, who was drunk and sleeping soundly in the vegetable basket with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.
There were already some customers in the pub, and Jenny said happily, "I made the kimchi pots on their tables."
Lassen's face was already red from the spiciness. Apparently, the chili powder in his pot exceeded the limit. However, in order to make her smile, he took a deep breath and nodded.
"It's really delicious... Please, someone give me a glass of ice water."
While Ye Wan went to get some ice water, the wind chimes on the door of the tavern rang again, and she hurried to greet the guests.
Two law enforcers came in, wearing dark brown clothes and silver-gleaming corsets.
Ye Wan glanced at the eagle badges on their chests and asked, "Are you two coming?"
They showed their IDs and said, "Janie Scarlett Oslov, there is a murder case that requires your cooperation."
Jenny, who was standing behind, turned pale.
"Who died?" Ye Wan was also shocked.
The law enforcer unfolded a scroll of parchment. "Duke Oslov was found dead in his residence on September 11th. I hope you will cooperate with the investigation."
Jenny fell to the ground, covering her face with her hands and uttering a mournful cry: "Father!"
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