Chapter 145： 145: Guests (fifth update! It's up to everyone to see tomorrow's update)

A group of people chewed toffee, and soon a scent of milk wafted out of the tent.

When Duotelu came back, he smelled the scent of milk in the tent and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to also like milk cakes."

When Aslan heard this, his eyes lit up.

Custard is a common name on the continent of Sinoe. He also has a very famous name on earth, called cheese.

Cheese is a fermented milk product. Its properties are similar to those of common yogurt. They are all made through a fermentation process. They also contain healthy lactic acid bacteria. However, the concentration of cheese is higher than that of yogurt, which is similar to solid food. The nutritional value is therefore more abundant.

Each kilogram of cheese products are concentrated from 10 kilograms of milk. They are rich in nutrients such as protein, calcium, fat, phosphorus and vitamins. They are purely natural foods. In terms of technology, cheese is fermented milk; in terms of nutrition, cheese is concentrated milk.

Cheese was also one of the main foods of the ancient nomads, and it was the same in Sino. It's just that the nomads' cheese craftsmanship was average, and only the nomads could taste it.

"It's almost there, I don't know what surprises you will bring to me, Dorothy."

Aslan said with a smile.

Dorothy also cast a kind smile.

Because of the special taste of milk cake, almost only nomads can eat it, even the prairie elves who also grow in the grassland are not used to this kind of food.

So after smelling this familiar smell, Duotlu also regarded Aslan as a prairie.

"This is Chalinmu! Mainly sells fur. This is Jiguduo! Sells all kinds of meat and livestock. This is Ms. Millie from the prairie elf, who sells all kinds of exquisite prairie art."

For Duotlu, there was a steady stream of introductions, and three people squeezed into the tent all at once.

The Ms. Millie just glanced at Gareth, and by the way understood that the group of people in front of her should be coming from the Changfeng Plain.

"Now we are in business, so I won't say much about politeness, please take out your products." Aslan also said without politeness.

Cha Linmu, Giguduo, and Dolot are both centaurs and horses, so they naturally trusted his words and quickly took out the goods they had on hand.

The fur of a large number of grassland animals, and even the fur of beasts, can be sold as luxury goods to human nobles after a little treatment, and must be taken.

"These furs are good, make a price!"

Jiguduo directly took out a few pieces of meat that had been frozen into popsicles.

"This is the best Mongolian beef, you can try it."

After speaking, he took out a sharp knife and cut out a small piece and sent it to Aslan.

Gareth and Millie both looked at Aslan with playful smiles.

This kind of frozen raw Mongolian beef is a dietary habit of the Centaur and horses, and most people can't stand it.

Aslan naturally knows the eating habits of the Centaur tribe, and also knows that this is a famous dish of the Centaur tribe. As long as an old friend comes to the door, he must serve such a dish.

Aslan smiled and nodded, took out a pair of chopsticks from the magical space, and poured a little soy sauce and blue Gao which resembled mustard.

The Mongolian beef was dipped in the door, and it was sent to the entrance in the eyes of everyone.

Aslan began to chew carefully, and did not spit it out as everyone expected, making Belmode widened his eyes subconsciously.

When it comes to eating raw meat, their barbarians claim to be the first, and no one dares to call it second, but when he ate it for the first time, he almost vomited it. Since then, he has never dared to eat that kind of food.

This frozen Mongolian beef looks like a large frozen meat on the surface.

In fact, it has been specially marinated. The uniqueness of marinated Mongolian beef lies in its natural fermentation. In order to ensure that the Mongolian beef will not rot and deteriorate during the fermentation process, the Sagittarius people always cook the freshly cut Mongolian beef in thick brine with warm fire, and then put it into cans and let it ferment naturally.

After half a year of fermentation, just freeze the Mongolian beef in a place where it is more than ten degrees below zero.

If the top layer of frost is gone, the smell of this piece of Mongolian beef can kill everyone in the tent.

"The fermentation is not good enough!" Aslan finished eating, smashed his mouth, and said still.

Except for the people and centaurs brought by Aslan, everyone else stared at Aslan with an incredible expression.

"Haha! As I said, Aslan was born as a guest of our Centaur." Dorut said excitedly after seeing Aslan eat a piece of frozen Mongolian beef.

Aslan quickly became acquainted with the Centaur tribe, leaving Millie on the side dumbfounded.

This is what Aslan knew when he dealt with the Centaur in his previous life.

As long as you can eat the disgusting food of the Centaur tribe, you can become their guest. As long as you become a guest, can you be far behind to become a friend?

With the generous and unrestrained character of the Centaur, I will become a friend in the future. Aslan makes a small request. Is the friend of the Centaur embarrassed to refuse?

So when they left, Aslan deliberately took out the toffee, actually trying to use the milk flavor to make the horses mistakenly believe that Aslan also likes prairie food.

"I want all these furs, they are very good in appearance, pay gold coins or food?" Aslan took a few pieces of fur on the table in his hand and observed carefully.

After discussing with several other people, Cha Linmu made a unified decision to ask for food.

"A piece of three thousand catties of grain." Cha Linmu said after thinking about it.

Aslan took a deep look at each other, counted the fur on the table, and finally agreed.

"If the quality is not too different from that on the table, yes!"

Cha Lingmu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took out a list, but at the first glance, his face turned green.

"How many years have you accumulated fur?" Aslan almost roared.

Cha Linmu and the others also looked embarrassed.

"The price is not good, two thousand catties of food, otherwise I can't eat so much. I guess I will have to cooperate with the lord of the human race to eat it." Aslan said solemnly.

Millie couldn't help but her brows trembled. She knew exactly how much stock the Centaur had in stock.

There are more than one hundred thousand pieces of various furs, one piece is two thousand catties, and the total is two hundred million catties of grain, 100,000 tons of grain!

With so much food, the number of warriors the Centaur can survive this winter can double.

Has Human Race's current productivity reached this point?

After the three of Zha Linmu had a discussion, they gave Millie a tacit glance. Their maths were okay, but they involved too much share, and they had to consider all aspects, so they were too weak.

After all, they are not real businessmen.