"Blanch water?" Duan looked at her strangely, not understanding what she meant.

  "It's just the smell of lamb, it will be hard to eat if you don't wash it clean," Cynthia explained.

  "Oh, thank you, Cynthia! The mutton is just this precious flavor! You actually want to wash it away?" Duane thought she had made a very foolish suggestion.

  The mutton in the boiling water quickly produced a large amount of bloody foam, and the pungent smell that came with the heat made Cynthia hold her breath and take a few steps back.

  What was astonishing was that the chef who was dozing off on the wooden bench was woken up by this smell and said a few words, "So fragrant!"

  Until a bowl of mutton soup with a simple and rough production method, with some yellow foam mixed with white oil, was placed on the table, Cynthia didn't even have the courage to pick up her spoon to try a mouthful. She completely ignored Donne's expectant gaze and seriously asked: "Is there also a place that sells mutton soup across the street?"

  "Yes." Duane felt his good cooking skills were being questioned, and replied with a gloomy face, "I have secretly bought some to try, they just added a lot of spices, the taste is certainly better than ours, we don't have enough money to buy flavoring spices."

  Cynthia couldn't imagine what a disaster this disgusting thing would be with a ton of seasonings added, these people's taste is really something special.

  She couldn't bear it anymore and handed the bowl of mutton soup to the chef, telling him to eat quickly. Watching him drink the soup with an unusual relish, his mustache even stained with yellow foam, Cynthia couldn't help but look away, she rolled up her sleeves and stood in front of the stove herself.

  Although her culinary skills are not refined, she has also done research on food variety shows.

  After searching through the bottles, only a bottle of vinegar was found. Cynthia opened the lid and smelled it, and Donne beside her quickly explained: "Wine made from grape acid, this thing was actually put in the kitchen."

  The chef who had drunk the mutton soup in one gulp hurried over, looking embarrassed, "It's my vinegar, I forgot to put it on the kitchen counter."

  Cynthia blocked his hand that was about to take it away, this thing is probably the earliest vinegar, and it's also suitable for removing the smell of mutton.

  She turned her face to Duoen and suddenly said, "If I revive this store, you go tell the owner to give me a job here too."

  "Work?" Dorne asked in confusion: "Didn't you just get a bag of gold coins? That's enough to live on for a long time."

  "I need to get familiar with Tauri as soon as possible," Cynthia replied. "And learn a few things."

  Her life has been confined to Kairós' 'warehouse', she had to sneak out to gather some information, in order to know more about the possible connection between him and the God of Light.

  This response is also normal, it's just that he took a glance at her golden hair, seemingly not expecting that a noble from Rydania could put aside their status to actively seek out a job.

  "If you can do it, then of course there's no problem."

  "Thank you."

  Cynthia maintained a proper smile and began to take action with her hands.

  To be honest, she really dislikes doing this kind of work that easily makes her fingers wrinkled.

  Duane watched curiously as she slapped the clean mutton, then soaked it in cold water with vinegar and salt. Seeing the blood water come out of the meat, he felt a little heartache, "These are all good things!"

  In his eyes, Cynthia was going to waste this piece of mutton that wasn't cheap.

  Rapid blood drainage can reduce the astringent taste of mutton, what comes next?

  Cynthia thought for a moment and then rummaged through the back of the kitchen counter, finally finding only a piece of ginger and some small peppers.

  Thinking of Duoen's restaurant having no money, she had to make do with the little things and re-cooked a pot of mutton soup.

  After removing most of the bloody foam from the mutton soup, it presents a milky white color. Although there is still a faint gamey smell, more prominent is a special meat fragrance.

  "Try it." Cynthia ladled the creamy white lamb soup into two bowls, handing them to Dawn and the chef, and regretted a little: "Lacking spices, if we had money, the taste should be better."

  In her eyes, this bowl of mutton soup was not a satisfactory answer, but after Duoen took the first sip, exaggerated tears flowed down, "This is the most delicious mutton soup I've ever had! I want to swallow my tongue!"

  He even ran outside and called Dodger, and the three of them gave Cynthia a super good review after tasting the mutton soup.

  It seems she has found a job for herself.

  "Well, I'll just wait at home for your good news then." Cynthia took away the few small wheat breads in the kitchen, heated a cup of milk to solve one meal, and asked Dorne where Klibi Street was before leaving.

  It is said that it was the largest trading venue in Rydania, and she wanted to go take a look while it was still daytime.

  Krebi Street is located in the middle of two city districts, under the bridge that connects the two areas, and is a very prosperous trading district.

  Cynthia had originally wanted to try out the teleportation array, but after learning that it would cost two gold coins per trip, she gave up on the idea and could only take a horse-drawn carriage.

  Cynthia, who didn't know what a traffic jam was in her previous life, had her carriage stuck on the road...

  She got off halfway and wore a black puffy skirt, elegantly passing through the crowd, attracting many people's attention.

  In the racially unrestricted Temeria, Ciri saw an elf with a bow and arrow on his back, whose unique beauty and pointed ears caught her eye.

  No matter in what era, the elves have always been famous for their advantages.

  Comparing her beauty with theirs is the most sincere compliment.

  The people here are too enthusiastic, after Cynthia walked into Kirby Street, she went to places with fewer people as much as possible.

  "Ah, a noble from Rydania! You're the girl that Lord Kael brought back!"

  In a nearly deserted alley, a little dwarf girl blocked Cynthia's path, looking up at her with a freckled face full of admiration. "How did you manage to sleep with the adult? I also want to sleep with him."

  Cynthia was taken aback by the sudden outburst of the red-haired little girl, who was only up to her knees in height.

  "You should learn to dress more conservatively." She squatted down and pulled up the fabric on the girl's chest.

  "Ah, I'm as small as you are, can't show too much." The other person looked down at their own chest and pouted, "Looks like you just got lucky."

  Cynthia: ...how is she going to bring this twisted little girl back?

  "It was just good luck."

  A gentle and pleasant voice intervened in the conversation between the two people, with a hint of playfulness.

  Cynthia's back stiffened, a chill ran up her spine in an instant, she suddenly turned around, her pupils dilated with shock.