"My father is having a banquet at home tonight." Claude was stunned.
"Yes, when I went out in the morning, I heard my father tell my mother that he went to your house for a banquet in the evening and would not come back to eat. Your father invited a lot of people, and Boa's father was also invited. It seems What are they going to discuss at your house?”
"Is that so?" It's really not a good idea to go home now. When his father saw him coming home, he had to stand in the dining room to wait on him. It's not that there were no servants to wait on him at the banquet. What his father meant was to make him more knowledgeable. Listen to the exchanges between the guests and become familiar with them. According to him, this is a network of connections.
"Why are you still standing there? Put down your schoolbag. By the way, I have to go home to get some beef, mutton and seasonings. You said you would show off your skills at night and let us see what real barbecue is." Ai Rickson said.
"Did I say that?"
"Of course, during the third period in the afternoon, I told Boa that your family was having a banquet that night and decided not to go home to eat. I asked you and you agreed. Later, Vero said that he would have a barbecue in the evening and he didn't go home to sleep. , I’ll stay here tonight. You said that Vero’s barbecue last time was not delicious. You will let him know what real barbecue is tonight, right? You have forgotten.”
"Uh" Claude touched his head sheepishly.
To be honest, I don’t know how I got here in the afternoon. I was all focused on the magic recipe book in my schoolbag. Everything I said to my friends in class was just perfunctory. I had forgotten all about it. How could I have known that I had agreed to it? What.
But I have to calm down now. I already have the magic recipe book, so there is no need to rush home to check it out. Anyway, my father was having a banquet at home that night, and I couldn't be clean when I got home. Instead, I had to be sent to the restaurant to wait on those drunkards.
What my father said about being knowledgeable and getting in touch with the upper class in the town was all nonsense. The banquet of the real upper class should be the kind I saw on TV in my previous life, with beautiful women, guests well-dressed and polite, music and wine complementing each other.
Instead of a group of rough old men eating and drinking around the dining table, each competing to see who has the loudest voice and the most alcohol. In the end, they either get under the table or lie on the table and have a drunken sleep. Occasionally, some of the drunken ones even vomit. It was everywhere and the smell was so bad that I had to clean it up myself.
Forget it, I won't go back. Claude decisively decided to go back later in the evening. At least he had to wait until the banquet was over and all the guests had gone back. Otherwise, he would not be able to go home in peace.
"Sorry, I really forgot." Claude admitted his mistake and threw his schoolbag on the bed: "Okay, I will show you my skills tonight and let you see what real barbecue is. By the way, Ike , when you go home to get the meat, look to see if there are any chicken wings, and if so, bring some over, they will be truly delicious when grilled."
"Chicken wings, aren't all chickens roasted whole? Why do you only need wings?" Ericson muttered and went home.
"Claude, what's wrong with you this afternoon? You're all uneasy." Bockard, who was paralyzed on the bed, asked, "Is it because you owe a debt for buying that cookbook?"
Claude pondered for a moment and nodded: "I don't know why. I was thinking about buying that cookbook when I was in the store, but I regretted it when I thought about it in the afternoon. After all, one silver taler and three riaso It is a huge sum of money to me now, and I promised to repay it within three days. I feel uneasy when I think of this."
Bockaar laughed: "Maybe that recipe suits your taste, so you have to buy it. I have had this experience before. My father took me shopping, and I took a fancy to a wooden swordfish toy. It was very interesting. I wanted to buy it, but when the shopkeeper saw that I liked it, he offered me a high price and refused to sell it cheaper. When my father got angry, he dragged me away.
But after I got home, I didn't think about food and dinner, and I was thinking about this swordfish toy. In the end, my mother had no choice but to secretly ask a servant to buy the swordfish toy for me at a high price, and I was satisfied. After just over a week, I lost interest in the swordfish toy, and it ended up gathering dust in the storage room.
My father warned me that it is taboo for me to behave like this in the business world. To be a qualified businessman, you must control yourself and not let others know your preferences easily, otherwise it will be easy for others to take advantage of loopholes and cause losses. So I went to do it again