Early morning.

The sun had just risen, and the air was a little cool, and it hadn't had time to get hot yet.

The streets of the city are already full of pedestrians, busy with merchants, craftsmen looking for short-term jobs, hunters selling furs, and grooms soliciting customers, walking quickly on the bluestone road.

The second-floor windows of the buildings along the street have also been opened, and because of the lack of a sound drainage system, basins of domestic waste water are poured directly onto the street. People walking on the road, if they are unlucky, will be poured into a wet body if they are not careful.

Amidst the shouting, noisy, and noisy, the atmosphere gradually became lively, and the Blue Lion City slowly woke up like a giant who had just woken up.

The palace is the heart of the giants, and compared to the rest of the city, it is a little quiet and orderly: the maids carefully sweep the ground, the gardeners carefully prune the plants, and the guards guard their positions......

In the east side of the palace, where the left atrium of the heart is located, a breakfast is being served at the table of a dining room.

Richard sat alone at the end of a long dining table four meters long and more than a meter wide, surrounded by maids ready to serve, alone like shipwrecked sailors floating alone on the sea. But Richard didn't say anything, after all, fifteen years had allowed him to adapt to the various lifestyles of the current world, holding a knife and fork, and calmly carrying out this medieval-style breakfast.

The staple of breakfast is white bread, as the name suggests, white in color, baked with wheat flour that has been sifted repeatedly. However, the taste is not very good, because the bread in the current world is not fermented thoroughly, and it is basically baked in the oven as soon as it is slightly fermented.

The result is that the bread is not at all as soft and hard as it is on modern earth, and it bites like unleavened bread and is very abrasive to the teeth.

In fact, this is because Richard is a prince, so he can eat this bread, and if he is a commoner, he will eat even worse "black bread". The so-called black bread is made from the same ingredients as white bread, which is 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 it tastes very poor.

Some black-hearted bakers, in order to increase the amount of black bread, will even deliberately add sawdust, stones and other things to the bread. At the same time, in order to increase the storage time of the bread, the moisture is also reduced as much as possible, so that the brown bread is ridiculously hard after baking, and will become harder and harder over time.

Generally speaking, two days before the brown bread is made, you can barely bite into it. After two days, it can only be eaten with a knife cut into slices and soaked in soup. After a week, the knife could not be cut, because it was as hard as a stone, and it could be used as a weapon.

In the Middle Ages, there are many accounts of stupid thieves stealing from villages, accidentally exposed, and then stoned to death by angry peasants and peasant women holding black bread.

Of course, there are also high-level types of bread, such as the so-called queen bread, or queen bread. This bread is made by adding eggs, milk, and honey to refined flour, fermenting it thoroughly with brewer's yeast instead of ordinary dough, and finally carefully controlling the temperature of the oven. It's only the size of a palm, but the taste is on par with, or even surpasses, the high-end brioche bread on the modern planet.

It's just that this kind of thing is a luxury item that is more expensive than gold, and even the profligate kings and nobles dare not eat it casually, and it is generally given as a special reward to some people who have made outstanding contributions at dinner parties. The meaning is similar to that of a medal, where the spiritual enjoyment is greater than the enjoyment of the taste.

In short, the staple food of the Middle Ages, no matter how powerful it was, could only honestly eat dry and hard white bread.

Richard took a knife and fork in his hand, cut a slice from the white bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and swallowed it. There is no sadness or joy in the expression, I am really used to it.

In a moment, Richard swallowed the white bread, and footsteps sounded at the table, and a maid carefully brought a plate to the table and brought it to Richard.

On the plate was a roasted nine-ripe pork chop, which was a main dish for breakfast, but it didn't look very good, because the heat was not very good, and some places were already a little burnt.

Richard waved his knife and fork and gently cut a small piece from the pork chop and brought it to his mouth, chewing for a long time before chewing it, while a fishy smell spread in his mouth. This is because the biological knowledge of the Middle Ages was really poor, and most people did not know that meat animals had to be castrated, resulting in extremely poor meat quality and fishy smell.

Holding back the feeling of vomiting, he finally ate the pork chop, and Richard quickly took the cup on his right, ready to drink.

In the cup, it was a drink for breakfast.

Generally speaking, the most common breakfast drink in the world is not water, but low-alcohol wine. It's not because people drink too much, it's because of hygiene.

Yes, hygiene.

Westerners have not had the habit of boiling water to drink since ancient times, and all the water lacks disinfection and has a lot of bacteria, which can easily cause intestinal infections if you drink it. In a world where antibiotics are scarce, intestinal infections mean a high chance of death from dehydration.

In comparison, low-alcohol wine is better and cleaner than water. Therefore, many people often drink ale wine, or ale, as water. This wine is not different from beer in that it lacks a taste and is prone to sourness because there are no hops added. To mask the odd sourness, winemakers often add something bizarre to it, resulting in drinking wine similar to drinking herbs.

Many people didn't care about this, and drank ale with various flavors, but Richard was still a little unbearable, so the table cup was filled with water—boiled water—boiled and sterilized, clean drinking water.

After reaching for the cup, taking a few sips of water, and rinsing the fishy smell from his mouth, Richard began to continue eating the sliced bread.

As soon as he swallowed a piece of white bread with difficulty, Edward suddenly ran in and said in a loud voice: "Your Royal Highness, Steward Delong is here." ”

"Didn't you come here yesterday, and what are you doing today?" asked Richard, looking up.

"I don't know. Edward shook his head, "He didn't reveal anything, he just said he wanted to see you." ”

"Bang bang" two soft sounds, Richard put down the knife in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "Please invite him here." ”

"Yes. Edward answered, walked out quickly, and soon walked into the dining room with the thin old butler Delong.