The interior of the main building of Blood Castle is being renovated.
Zhang Jing saw Montes Bay at the back gate of the main fort's backyard, next to the tall wall, which was converted from an ancient stable and weapons room.
Hugging the girl, Zhang Jing said hello and asked, "What makes you happy?"
"The happiest thing is when my brother comes back."
Zhang Jing smiled and hugged Zhang Bei.
As for what happened in the Blood Castle Collection Room, just let it be forgotten forever.
Then it was dinner time, and Zhang Jing was already so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
But when looking at the table of food, Zhang Jing fell silent.
"The live-in chef I hired from Dongguang," Zhang Bei said with a warm tone in the much smaller restaurant, "Let's see if it tastes good."
Zhang Jing sat down at the round dining table.
Julia Jin Hyuk and Zhang Bei followed and sat down.
"Here's today's recipe." As he spoke, Zhang Bei opened a book with a gold menu and handed it over.
Zhang Jing took the recipe and compared it to the food on the table, which was easy to distinguish.
Braised pork, beef and lamb, the ingredients are: Tu'ao Wagyu steak, New Zealand lamb chop, and Spanish black dolphin pig.
Braised chicken, miniature chicken from Sri Lanka.
Blue dragon from Tuao + abalone from the west coast of California.
Boiled broad beans.
The above four methods are Cantonese methods.
Others include Xijiang-style beef patties and stir-fried haggis.
What surprised Zhang Jing the most was that there was a small cake in the middle of the dining table.
Sensing Zhang Bei's good intentions, Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to deliberately mess up her hair.
This provoked Zhang Bei to pretend to complain, "Brother, I'm not a child, you have to give me some face."
Zhang Jinghehe, let’s eat!
Let's start with a piece of Kurobuta pork, which is as big as a blackboard eraser and divided into three pieces in the middle.
Take a bite...
After arriving in the allied countries, Zhang Jing didn't eat pork much, and the few times he ate pork, it was pigs running around.
It's really fragrant.
But this time it was extra delicious. The chef is good, and the black pork is indeed a luxury item among pork.
Next try the braised chicken.
Pocket chicken from Sri Lanka is a luxury item in chicken. Cantonese chefs generally do not add lemon when cooking.
Although the braised chicken is braised, it has the taste of braised chicken and also has a fruity aroma.
Ingredients are not cheap. If they are shipped by air, they are even more expensive.
"Is it troublesome to prepare these?" Zhang Jing asked Zhang Bei.
"It's not a hassle," Zhang Bei introduced. "There are companies that specialize in providing luxury food from all over the world. Call and order in advance, and they will deliver it to your door."
Zhang Jing understood, it was the so-called 'special offer'.
Like the ancient emperors, all food and clothing were specially provided and they enjoyed the best things that existed among the people.
In modern times, it has become a company operation, so that ordinary wealthy people can enjoy it.
After enjoying dinner, Zhang Jing took his pregnant girlfriend for a walk on the wall in the backyard of the castle.
under the wall.
On one side is the backyard and on the other side is the river.
The body temperature was about seven or eight degrees, and Zhang Jing and Julia felt relaxed as they listened to the gurgling and joyful flow of the river.
Without saying a word, he just walked slowly on the medieval city wall.
The next day, eleven o'clock at noon.
Tomb Raider's five-figure protagonist Kandra arrives at the Blood Keep.
Zhang Jing was waiting at the entrance of the main castle.
After they met and hugged each other gently, Zhang Jing went straight to the point and introduced the content of the bet between him and the Norwegian pirates.
Hearing that Zhang Jing just needed a venue in the war zone, Candela took care of it, "Leave this matter to me, and the Justice Army promises not to interfere."
"If the Justice Army is persuaded by the pirates," Zhang Jing reminded, "interfering in the bet midway, it means I lose."
"Understood," Candela said confidently, "I promise this won't happen."
Zhang Jing only knew that Candela had met the leader of the Justice Army, but he did not know that she not only donated exoskeletons, but also generously donated money.
An important supporter of the Justice Army.
However, Zhang Jing believed in Candela. If she said it was okay, then it would be okay.
Because of trust, Zhang Jing can even accept failure due to the intervention of the Justice Army.
at the same time.
75-year-old John Freikson went to Ammu's general in charge of the North African campaign and asked him not to get involved in the gambling.
Friendship + throwing money, the frontline generals naturally agree.
It won’t be possible to destroy the righteous army for a while. Isn’t it easy not to interfere in other people’s affairs?
Both sides of the bet each secured a position of power and then flew to Madrid.
Meet the King of Madrid at the 'Hunting Palace' located northwest of the city.
A very handsome middle-aged man in his fifties.
Because of Ortiz, Zhang Jing trusted him.
Because the other party is the king, John Freikson also trusts the other party.
The king was in the middle to guarantee that the loser would carry out the bet.
Of course, this comes at a price. Zhang Jing and John Freikson each paid the middleman 200,000 yuan.
It's a process and it will be over soon.
John Freikson left, and Zhang Jing also left.
Unexpectedly, on the way to the airport, I was called back by the King of Madrid.
Came to the hunting palace again.
This place was originally a hunting palace in ancient times. The palace itself is naturally neither big nor brilliant.
It's still a little far to get to the city.
All this to say that the King of Madrid....is careful.
Yes, just be careful.
And it's true. Careful, not pretentious.
They are worried that they will be kicked out by ordinary people because their life is too luxurious and the house they live in is too big. They dare not live in a big palace in the center of the city.
Although it is a hunting palace, the surrounding environment is so good that there are forests, streams, and deer.
But there are no nightclubs or bars, shopping is inconvenient, and there is too little fun in life.
The palace butler, who was dressed formally and had a meticulous image, didn't know that Zhang Jing was full of ideas, so he extended his hand to invite, "King Fonde Barro is waiting in the backyard, please come with me."
Less than twenty minutes later, Zhang Jing met the King of Madrid again.
Different from the suits and ties we met just now, this time the handsome man changed into casual and relaxed clothes.
However, his handsome beard still looks so stylish.
"Can you speak Spanish?"
Zhang Jing didn't understand and reminded the king, "I can speak four languages, not including the ones you speak."
"Which four?" It's amazing to be able to speak four languages, Fonde Barro asked in interest.
"Montezmita, hold on to your chicken baby, hello, hello."
Fonde Barro didn't realize it was a joke and thought Zhang Jingzhen could speak four languages, which was amazing!
Walking on the stone path in the middle of the green grass in the backyard, looking at the woods not far ahead, while walking side by side, chatting and asking, "Have you ever considered investing in Spain?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing answered simply, thinking about how to seize the Norwegian pirates' onshore natural gas storage equipment, "it is at least an investment of 500 million yuan."
"Oh," Fonder Barro was interested, "what are you going to invest in?"
Zhang Jing looked at the profile of the king, who was walking side by side and was about 10cm taller than him, and refused to answer: "Keep it secret."
"Haha," Fonde Barro smiled, "What's so secret about this?"
"I believe in the God of Wealth," Zhang Jing said as an excuse. "If I say it in advance, it will fail."
"Is the God of Mammon the God of money?" Fonde Barro asked, "Do you want to convert to God?"
Zhang Jing had no expression. He firmly believed in the God of Wealth and said calmly, "God won't save me."
