"Mm, not bad, not bad. They're getting tastier and tastier!"
In the manor's side courtyard, Russell ate the fresh white steamed buns Mrs. Brown had made and finally regained a familiar feeling.
Soft and delicious—this was the taste of steamed buns.
Paired with the small plate of dried fish Mrs. Moore had pickled, it was simply wonderful. Russell devoured five steamed buns as large as clay bowls for breakfast.
"Butler Morris, reward Mrs. Brown with five copper coins. Tell her to keep up the good work and continue developing even tastier steamed buns. Mm, Mrs. Moore's dried fish is also quite good. Give her two copper coins as well." Full and satisfied, Russell did not stint on praise.
Fine food was one of life's greatest pleasures and should never be taken for granted.
Butler Morris quickly returned. "My lord, Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Brown are both deeply grateful for your reward."
"Mm."
"Also, my lord, the provisions for you and the knights are ready: wraps, meatballs, and Magic Potions. They have all been sorted and packed, enough for you and the knights for half a month. The tents and sleeping bags are ready as well."
Russell needed to bring his own provisions for the upcoming expedition onto the snowfields to clear the trade route.
Armor, weapons, and horses likewise had to be supplied personally.
Just as Butler Morris droned on about the supplies already prepared, the Wildcat Sisters arrived together.
"My lord, you are about to head onto the snowfields to fight. Catherine and I hope to join you. Perhaps we are not especially skilled in combat, but we can transport supplies for you and the knights," Katie said, her eyes full of hope.
Catherine added, "Besides, we sisters do not eat much. We will not add to your burden,