Ed smiled and ignored him, continuing to walk briskly toward the windmill.
The large windmill in the distance was slowly turning, like a giant standing between heaven and earth.
Ed looked at the majestic windmill. His spear hadn't been dulled by the rain, his warhorse hadn't rusted, and his windmill didn't want any fools to cause trouble.
The three of them arrived at the windmill. Ed went inside and took a quick look. All the parts had been installed, but it hadn't been officially put into use yet.
Perhaps they were waiting for his opinion. Ed had no objections and completed everything perfectly. From now on, only a small amount of copper coins would be needed to use this windmill.
Let the housekeeper arrange for someone to manage this; Ed doesn't want to create trouble for himself.
With the windmill working fine, Ed prepared to head back, as it was lunchtime again. Happy times always pass too quickly, and Ed hurried off to the next source of joy.
Delicious food can lift one's spirits, and the three of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, rested on the long table in the private room.
However, Ed was still a little disappointed. The food at the Peace Hotel was too monotonous, and the bread was a bit hard. It seemed that the pastry chef at the castle had not mastered the fermentation technique well.
You could tell from the bread's inconsistent texture, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Ed was wondering if he should use the skills he'd acquired over the years of learning from Dongfang to improve their monotonous diet.
This not only showcases culinary skills but also surprises them, showing them that food can be eaten in this way.
"Adelaide, do you think the bread at the Peace Hotel is good?" Ed wanted to hear other people's opinions on bread.
Adelaide looked at Ed with some confusion. "Don't you eat this every day? It's pretty much the same every day. It's delicious!"
"Carly, what do you think?" Ed looked at Carly again.
"Very good, much softer than the black bread outside." Carly was very satisfied with the black bread at the Peace Hotel; the black bread she used to eat could have given her a bump on her head.
Ed looked at them. "I've suddenly thought of a great way to make bread. I'll study it carefully over the next few days. Would you be willing to help?"
Needless to say, both of them kept nodding to indicate their willingness.
However, Carly is a curious person and had quite a few questions. "Can I know what it is beforehand?"
"No way!" Ed answered decisively.
After chatting and resting for a while, Ed planned to go check on the mint to see how the construction was going. The mint would be very important in the future.
The spring afternoon is even more enchanting, with the warm sunshine making one want to take a nap.
Ed wanted to drop everything and lie on his back on the ground, but he couldn't.
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The mint was mostly completed. Ed stood by the roadside, while Roderick, not far away, was directing workers to lay bricks while looking at blueprints. If he were wearing a hard hat, he would definitely look like a construction site boss.
Ed didn't disturb him; he watched for a while and then left the mint under construction.
The setting sun cast long shadows of the three, and golden light bathed the entire territory, making the distant Peach Blossom Village shimmer beautifully.
Carly playfully stepped on her tall shadow, but since the shadow followed her, she rarely succeeded, though she still enjoyed it nonetheless.
Adelaide, standing beside Carly, smiled as she recalled the past; she too had walked along this lakeside two years ago. Adelaide secretly glanced behind her.
Ed, on the other hand, looked up at the sky.
"It's already dusk, no need to worry, there's no wind or rain."