Half an hour later.
William Thomson returned to the carriage with the washed potatoes.
At this mont, Will had already prepared the pot and firewood, and with Xu Yun swiftly cut the potatoes into pieces and started cooking dinner.
Crack, crack—
The dry, hard firewood in the firepit made a crisp cracking sound, which was particularly clear in the open forest.
Will humd a song beside it while saring lard on the bread.
That’s right.
Lard.
In the impression of many people.
It seems Westerners don’t particularly like pork; their nus often feature beef, lamb, and poultry.
Well, how should I say...
It’s a stereotype.
For example, the Spanish love ham, and Iberian ham is a very famous specialty in Europe.
Germans, on the other hand, love pork knuckles.
They love pork knuckles so much that McDonald’s in Germany sells them, and you can buy them in Bundesliga football stadiums.
So when you watch a Bundesliga broadcast, you often see spectators holding a pork knuckle in one hand and a beer in the other.
In Germany, pork knuckles are as ubiquitous as Sha County mixed noodles in China, a national dish.
Also, Romanians love to eat pork jowl, which is the at on either side of the pork neck, often referred to as the "golden six ounces."
A considerable portion of dostic garlic is currently exported to Romania for cooking pork jowl.
As for the United Kingdom...
The UK has a dish called black pudding—it’s a at dish made from pig blood, cow blood, and oats, and is a typical breakfast in northern Britain.
So similarly.
In 19th century Europe, lard was also a common bread ingredient.
Its na was tallow, which was later replaced by butter.
Sizzle, sizzle—
Solid tallow gradually lted into a thick liquid under the high heat of the fire, soaking into the cracked bread.
A unique aroma of lard filled the air, reminding Xu Yun of the lard rice he loved to eat as a child.
After a while.
Thomson stirred the bottom of the pot with a spoon and, feeling the timing was about right, served a bowl of potato soup to Will and Xu Yun:
"Will, Luo Feng, here you go."
Will and Xu Yun each took a wooden bowl:
"Thank you."
Xu Yun, after expressing his thanks, was about to drink the soup when he noticed that his bowl had noticeably more smoked bacon than Will’s.
Was it a mistake?
Seeing this.
He couldn’t help but look at Thomson and hesitated:
"Mr. Thomson, this..."
Thomson guessed his thoughts and, still with an expressionless face, said:
"Your fainting is likely due to a lack of nutrition, and since your arm is injured, it’s proper to eat a bit more at."
"Since you’re with us, I’m responsible for you. These things aren’t worth much, just as long as nothing else happens."
Xu Yun, hearing this, couldn’t help but glance at him in surprise.
In later literature, Thomson was always portrayed as unsmiling and very aloof, with not many friends.
For example, at his funeral, there were only 15 attendees, not even enough for four tables of mahjong.
But unexpectedly.
The thermodynamics father who appeared so aloof had an unexpectedly kind heart.
But what’s with this blond tsundere vibe from the second dinsion...
Thomson then served himself a bowl of potato soup, breaking off a small piece of bread with his long fingers and dipping it into the soup while it was still hot.
This slow eating, combined with the crackling campfire, had a sowhat dark-toned elegance.
Truly gentlemanly deanor.
As for Will beside him, he was not as refined.
The country boy gulped down a mouthful of soup and unabashedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve:
"Delicious!"
Thomson couldn’t help but glance at Will and said:
"Will, you must change this habit. When we get to... London, this behavior at the dining table is very rude."
Will chuckled a few tis, much like a student called out by the teacher in class:
"Got it, Mr. Thomson."
Thomson nodded and then rembered sothing, addressing Xu Yun:
"By the way, Luo Feng, Will and I only brought one tent on this trip, which can’t fit three people."
"So tonight, you’ll have to sleep in the carriage compartnt, is that okay?"
The carriage Thomson and Will were traveling on was a two-wheeled cart, ordinary in appearance with no special features.
Inside, it could seat two people, and the outside front—where the coachman sits—could also accommodate two, totaling four people.
After deducting the space occupied by various packages, the compartnt wasn’t large, ** so it’s impossible to lie down; sitting while sleeping might be the only option.
Fortunately, Xu Yun had a fair amount of experience traveling for work in his previous life, having seen green trains and youth hostels several tis, so his adaptability was passable.
He quickly accepted the reality of sleeping in the compartnt and replied:
"No problem, Mr. Thomson, I’m grateful to have a place to stay."
Thomson nodded slightly, then picked up the package beside him, placed it on his lap, and while rummaging through it, said:
"There are no lights outside the carriage at night, and there are many dead branches and stones around, so it might be tricky to move if you need to use the toilet at midnight."
"So let lend you sothing for lighting; just rember to return it to tomorrow."
Xu Yun nodded instinctively.
In this era, what could be used for lighting during bathroom breaks definitely wouldn’t be oil lamps or torches, as they were too cumberso to handle.
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