Elena's territory

the servants slept in the corridors, at least they were inside the castle, sheltered from the wind and rain. The slaves could only sleep by the fields, on the damp soil, cold

mother had smeared some herbal ash on his wounds. When he was woken up, he was still dazed because it was still dark. But he quickly remembered-when the rain

ontempt, there was also a fragrance-the smell of food. Young Tony

n buckets filled with steaming bean porridge. There were no spices or seasonings added, not even salt. But everyone, including th

e as if the slaves owed him a great debt. The slaves hurriedly took out their bowls. The lord never provided

oden bowl, but it couldn't be dropped; if it fell, it would break. It was his most precious possession. He swa

ide open, watching the spoon in the servant's hand intently.

ing with their hands or drinking from their bowls. Tony sipped the

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giving him some, "I'm

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his bowl of porridge said, "Th

the fields with his mother. Perhaps because of this rare meal, the who

e in the afternoon. Although the portions were not large, it was much better than when they only had one me

elled a sour scent. I said happily, "Wonderful! Anna, y

nd stood in front of me at a loss, her eyes o

s is a sourd

cribing the "seed of life"-a mysterious substance that could make dough rise.

black bread, it was dry and tasteless. I didn't know how to extract yeast, so I could only use

y and kindness, shining upon us like holy light!" The cook was nearly out of her mind. Her t

in her life. Under my guidance, she kneaded the dough to release the air bubbles, then placed it into the oven. The oven was essentially a stove with firewood burning underneath and a sealable top. Without a stable temperature measurement, the bread w

eward tried to keep his lips pursed, trying to appear calm, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed his emotions. Both the steward and the cook refused to

ined soft. When torn open, it revealed the honeycomb-like texture inside

e the food o

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