Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Although Grandma Andor had passed away, her two distant nephews and apprentices had clearly perfected her craft.


The taste of the beef in crusty pot and fried roast platter was almost the same as Arthur remembered.


A tiny bit imperfect, Arthur believed that time would definitely improve the flavors.


However, the apprentices' freestyle dish took Arthur by surprise.


That was the freestyle dish of the two apprentices.


Called "stew," it was actually frying the chicken thighs on low heat until both sides were golden brown before stewing, then pouring in white mushrooms and garlic for sautéing before setting aside.


Then, they would start by stir-frying onions, followed by diced red carrots, and finally mixing in tomatoes until they disintegrated into a sauce. Only then did they add the previously seared chicken thighs and large prawns together with chicken broth mixed with an appropriate amount of brandy, stewing the prawns thoroughly until they were delicious.


Chapter 351: Guests!