My Heroic Life

"I am a soul, don't you understand the soul? I don't need to eat, and who wants to eat your food? How do I know if you will add anything?"

"You can watch it from the sidelines, but the only dishes I can cook are basically grilled meats and stews."

As Skarhar said, he took out an Irish goat directly from the cold storage in the kitchen, and cleaned his internal organs aside from his abdomen, punctured it with a shot and put it on the fire to start roasting.

Roland looked a little surprised at Skaha's skillful movements. He thought about it and said:

"Unexpectedly, you really have ingredients here."

"Actually, I didn't prepare for this. This is an accident."

"Huh? An accident?"

"That lamb was originally used for scalping, so it is the supplier of the raw material for your clothes."

"..."

The boy glanced at the oily roasted whole lamb, folded his hands in silence.

You did your best.

After understanding the greatness of sheep and the natural and pollution-free Skaha sweater industry, Roland finally went to the dinner table with Skaha.

Roland watched the cooking process all the way, and the seasoning has been checked. Looking at the roasted whole lamb that was almost golden in oil, Roland chose to hold the knife and fork tightly.

Although not hungry, but greedy!

Besides, I'm all tied up, and it's miserable enough to be abused. Do I still want to abuse myself?For what?Food for Skaha Province?

After thinking about it, Roland still felt that it was mentally retarded to watch others eat when he was hungry, so he sat down with Skaha and started his knife and fork. I have to say that Skaha's craftsmanship is good. Roland estimated that she had baked a thousand or eight hundred after so many years.

"It tastes good, but a bit greasy."

"indeed."

Roland chewed on the oily barbecue and glanced at the table. Of course there was no salad. Skaha got up and took out two wine glasses, took out a few more bottles, and said while preparing:

"Cocktail, you can ease it."

Roland looked at Skaha's admiringly adept moves, remembered that Ireland seemed to be the hometown of whiskey, and couldn't help but raise some expectations, but this did not reduce his vigilance.

"You drink first, this one on the left."

A few minutes later, Skaha put down the two cocktails that had been prepared, and Roland directly pushed one out. Skaha smiled, picked up the glass and drank generously.

Seeing this, the long-haired boy also picked up the glass. He observed the cocktails divided into different levels for a while, and then carefully smelled the taste, and finally took a sip.

Seems not bad?

Roland squinted his eyes as he felt the taste in his mouth, and on the opposite side, the corners of Skaha's mouth were silent.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty You, You Are Coming!

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Roland's expression has gradually softened now, and he shook the wine glass in his hand and took a few more mouthfuls.

There is one thing to say, although this guy Skaha looks horribly old-fashioned, he doesn't have a daily loss of contact with the terminal on his hand, and the real age does not even know a few digits, but he seems to be quite trendy with regard to wine.

Three consecutive glasses, each cocktail is different, and the taste is very good, although Roland's wine tasting ability is quite average, but the world has seen a lot of Nero, good or bad can still be compared.

Since ancient times, China’s unique trick to draw close relationships has been a banquet. Please eat and drink, and your relationship will be better. Roland didn’t know if Skaha knew this, but anyway, now he sees beautiful purple-haired beauties. Some.

Of course, it was just a bit pleasing to the eye. Every time Roland finished mixing the wine, he would still choose his own cup and let Skaha drink first.

"Are you drunk? I remember that you are not very good at drinking. The wine here has been exposed to magic power for a long time, and the soul state cannot be immune. Will the degree be too high?"

"It's okay, but now that I have no problem, how can I get drunk in front of you."

The dark-haired young man's cold face flushed slightly, and his brows were raised slightly. After drinking, the atmosphere around his body no longer turned away from others, but seemed softer. The dining room was dim, and the candlesticks on the table were almost exhausted. , In the candlelight, the appearance of the teenager has a hazy and dreamy beauty.

Skaha watched the red pupils shrink in the shadow next to the candlestick, and the heart under perfect control seemed to miss a beat at this time. She took a sip of wine to cover it up, and then raised her head:

"Are you still defending me so much now? Do you dislike me so much?"

"Of course, I don't have Stockholm syndrome, I won't go to the poor kidnappers, let alone you are not poor."

"Perhaps it is true, but I still have an advantage in appearance, right?"

"what?"

Skaha put his hands on the table and squeezed his chest, looked at Roland in front of his body, and said with a smile:

"Although I am a little bit boastful, my body is not bad for exercise. I think I still possess the beauty of women."

"..."

The purple-haired beauty tilted her head and squinted her red pupils. Her red lips that had drunk reflect the moist luster, as if waiting for the man to praise. Roland stared at her, and suddenly thought of Scara’s pair when she got up. With slender white legs, his brain heated up and he couldn't help but look away.

"Humph, just barely make it."

The young man turned his head and took a sip of the wine. He stopped looking at Skaha, who felt a little tinge on the other side, and began to look at the pile of bottles that Skaha placed on the table when he was mixing.

Cocktails are prepared in different ways. There are two or more wines mixed together, and there is also a wine with other fruits, syrup and other flavors. Skaha has continuously prepared three different wines. I got a lot of bottles.

Roland felt a little warm after drinking, and didn't go to see Skaha again. He reached out and picked up several nearby bottles, raised the glass with red liquid in his hand and asked:

"What's the name of this sweet and sour wine?"

"Irish rose."

"Huh? The name is not bad, but the color is indeed quite similar."

Roland muttered and took the bottles that Skahar had taken when preparing this glass of wine. These bottles were all ceremonial outfits that could keep the storage fresh. There were no labels on them. Roland opened the cap and smelled it. After thinking about it, I asked Skaha directly:

"what is this?"

"Lime juice, the source of sourness."

"Oh, what about this one?"

"Dried ginger water is the peculiar taste and texture."

"So, what about this one?"

"That is the pomegranate syrup, the source of sweetness."

Skaha pointed out the things in Roland's hand one by one, and the long-haired boy took notes one by one while listening, until he picked up the last small bottle.