early morning.
The sun had just risen, and the air was a bit cool, not having time to heat up.
Pedestrians are gradually filling the streets of Blue Lion City. Businessmen who are busy understanding the market, craftsmen looking for part-time work opportunities, hunters selling furs, and horsemen soliciting customers are walking quickly on the bluestone road.
The second-floor windows of the buildings along the street were also opened one after another. Due to the lack of a sound drainage system, basins of domestic wastewater poured directly onto the street. If a person walking on the road is unlucky, he will get soaked by accident.
Amidst the yelling, noise, and clamor, the atmosphere gradually became lively, and the Blue Lion City slowly woke up like a giant who had just woken up.
The Royal Palace of Blue Lion City is considered the heart of the giant. Compared with other places in Blue Lion City, it is slightly quieter and more orderly: maids clean the floor carefully, gardeners carefully trim the plants, and the guards guard their respective positions vigilantly...
The location of the left atrium of the heart - the east side of the palace. In the palace, a breakfast was being served on a dining table.
Richard sat alone at one end of a long dining table that was four meters long and more than one meter wide. Surrounded by maids preparing to serve, he looked like a lonely sailor in a shipwreck floating alone on the sea. But Richard didn't say anything. After all, fifteen years have allowed him to adapt to the various lifestyles in the current world. He held a knife and fork and had a medieval-style breakfast with a calm expression.
The staple food for breakfast is white bread. As the name suggests, it is white in color and baked with repeatedly sifted wheat flour. But the taste is not very good, because the bread in the current world is not completely fermented. Basically, it is baked in the oven as soon as it rises slightly.
The effect of this is that the bread is not as soft and hard as it is on modern earth. It tastes like unleavened bread and is very abrasive to the teeth.
In fact, it is because Richard is a prince that he can eat this kind of bread. If he were a commoner, he would eat even worse "black bread". The so-called brown bread has the same raw materials as white bread, which are wheat flour. The difference is that in order to save flour, the wheat flour is hardly sifted when making brown bread, so it is mixed with a lot of bran and tastes extremely poor.
Some unscrupulous bakers will even deliberately add wood chips, stones and other things to the bread in order to increase the weight of the brown bread. At the same time, in order to increase the storage time of the bread, the moisture content is also reduced as much as possible. This causes the brown bread to be extremely hard after baking, and will become harder and harder as time goes by.
Generally speaking, brown bread can barely be chewed two days before it is made. After two days, you can only cut it into slices with a table knife and soak it in soup to eat. After a week, the knife could no longer cut because it was as hard as stone and could be used as a weapon.
There are many records in the Middle Ages: stupid thieves stole in villages, and after being accidentally exposed, they were beaten to death by angry farmers and peasant women holding black bread.
Of course, there are also high-end breads, such as the so-called Queen's Bread, or Queen's Bread. This kind of bread is made by adding eggs, milk, and honey to refined flour, using beer yeast instead of ordinary leavened dough for thorough fermentation, and finally baking it by carefully controlling the oven temperature. The size is only about the size of a palm, but the taste is on par with, or even exceeds, the high-end butter bread on modern earth.
It's just that this kind of thing is a luxury item that is more valuable than gold. Even the most extravagant kings and nobles don't dare to eat it casually. They usually treat it as a special reward and give it to someone who has made outstanding achievements at a dinner. People who contribute. The meaning is similar to a medal, and the spiritual enjoyment is greater than the taste.
In short, the staple food of the Middle Ages, no matter how powerful people were, could only eat dry and hard white bread.
Richard held a knife and fork, cut a piece of white bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it hard, and then swallowed it. The expression is neither sad nor happy, I am really used to it.
After a while, Richard swallowed the white bread, footsteps sounded in front of the dining table, and a maid carefully brought a dinner plate to the table and delivered it to Richard.
What was placed on the dinner plate was a roasted, medium-ripe pork chop, which was regarded as a main dish for breakfast. However, it didn't look very good because the heat was not well controlled and some places were already burnt.
Richard waved his knife and fork and gently cut off a small piece from the pork chop, brought it to his mouth, and chewed it for a long time. At the same time, a fishy smell filled his mouth. This is because the biological knowledge in the Middle Ages was really poor. Most people did not know that male meat animals needed to be castrated, which resulted in the meat of male meat animals being of extremely poor quality and smelling fishy.
After resisting the feeling of vomiting and finally eating the pork chop, Richard quickly took the cup on his right and prepared to drink it.
The cup contains the drink for breakfast.
Generally speaking, the most common breakfast drink in the world today is not water, but low-alcohol alcohol. This is not because people are addicted to alcohol, but because of hygiene.
Yes, hygiene.
Westerners have not had the habit of boiling water for drinking since ancient times. All clean water lacks disinfection and is full of bacteria. Drinking it can easily cause intestinal infections. In a world lacking antibiotics, intestinal infection means a high probability of death from dehydration.
In comparison, low-alcohol wine is better and cleaner than water. Therefore, many people often drink ale, or malt wine, as water. This wine is different from beer in that it lacks the alcoholic flavor and easily sours because no hops are added. In order to cover up the weird sour taste, winemakers often add some weird things to it, making drinking it almost like drinking herbs.
Many people didn't care about this, and drank a lot of malt wine with various flavors, but Richard was still a little intolerable, so the table cups were filled with water - plain water - boiled and sterilized clean drinking water. water.
After reaching for the cup, taking a few sips of water, and rinsing the fishy smell from his mouth, Richard continued to eat the sliced bread.
Just as he swallowed a piece of white bread with difficulty, Edward suddenly ran in and said, "Your Highness, Butler Delon is here."
"Didn't you come here yesterday? What are you doing here today?" Richard raised his head and asked.
"I don't know." Edward shook his head, "He didn't reveal anything, he just said he wanted to see you."
With two soft "bang bang" sounds, Richard put down the knife in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Invite him here."
"Yes." Edward responded, walked out quickly, and soon walked into the restaurant with the skinny old butler Delon.