Chapter 279: Cooked! Cooked! Cooked!

Just about to exchange difficulties and tasks, the door opened, and the waiter walked in, pushing the dining car.
Harold stopped.
Watching the waiter arrange the dishes one by one, then exit the room, close the door and leave.
Harold continued: "Do you say it first, or should I say it first?"
Seeing the dazzling array of dishes, I swallowed my saliva and said, "I'll eat first."
Some people say that it's easy to talk at the table, which is true.
Compared to desks, avenues, markets, riversides, and tables, it is much more comfortable.
First of all, the dazzling array of delicious food will subconsciously arouse people's good mood, of course, food is double good mood.
Moreover, at the dinner table, anything that you find difficult to say, such as embarrassment, or asking for help, or confession, etc., can be spoken at the opportunity, and there will never be the slightest embarrassment.
Of course, this also requires a prerequisite. You must hold a wine glass in your hand, and you must have a sip for it to be effective.
Once the other party agrees to your request, it will naturally be a toast, and both will be happy.
Once the other party rejects your request and throws an unhappy look at you, you can also pretend to be drunk and fool around.
In this way, no matter whether it is oneself or the other party, there is more or less a step down, even if you can't be a friend, at least you won't become an enemy.
At the moment, I maintain this mentality and thoughts.
The meals on the table are Western-style, boiled snails, grilled unknown birds, something that looks a bit like a steak, and...a bunch of creatures that I have seen but can't name them.
I don't know if these creatures can be eaten, but I have to praise them, their attitude towards the dishes, the dishes are clean, the dishes are exquisite, and they are all cooked! Cooked! Cooked!
The important thing is said three times.
In previous lives, on the earth, there were many well-known western foods in Western food, which were 80% cooked, half-rare, and even eaten raw.
The most famous ones are beef and sashimi from the island country. Of course, many shellfish are eaten raw.
For these, I can only express shame.
It’s not that I have malicious intent on eating raw. I just feel that they swallowed meat and other things, and they still have the happy expression on their faces after taking drugs. No sense of elegance.
I have also eaten raw food. In the most difficult period, I used to fill my hunger with meat cut from dungeon monsters.
To be honest, the taste of raw meat is really not good.
Just as I was holding a knife and fork in a daze, Harold's voice came over: "Why, don't you like these foods?"
"Huh?" Although I heard him clearly, my thoughts hadn't come back yet, so I responded casually.
Harold moved his knife and fork and said, "The main food here is raw food. I am afraid you are not used to it, so I ordered cooked food. However, depending on your expression, it seems that you don’t like cooked food very much. Do you want to take away the dishes? , Change to raw food?"
I shook my head repeatedly, almost like a rattle, and hurriedly said, "Don't tell me, you really want to be right. I like to eat cooked food, raw food and so on. ."
With that, I feasted.
To eat western food, whether it is a left fork or a right knife, or a left knife and a right fork, I haven't figured it out yet. In short, after learning the same for a while, I finally decided to give up Harold's seemingly very regular eating. Fa, not because it is difficult to learn, but because of trouble.
For me, eating is to fill the stomach, and to be happy.
With so many cumbersome rules and templates, a good meal has become less refreshing.
I don’t know the founders of the elegant way of eating, how they created such a painful and cumbersome style when they got cold in their heads.
But what I can be sure of is that they must all be very idle, and all of them hurt.
After secretly complaining about Harold's elegant eating, my mood became unusually refreshed, and I felt delicious after eating.
Looking at Harold at the same table, a steak was divided into more than a dozen portions, and each portion had to be delivered to my mouth. After chewing carefully, I felt inexplicably anxious.
So, with a fork, I put most of the steak into the mouth with juice and ingredients, chewed it four or five times, and then swallowed it directly, then picked up the colorless wine on hand, raised my neck, and drank it. , Put down the wine glass, and began to gobble up again.
Harold put down his knife and fork with a smile, and said, "You are really bold in how you eat."
I raised my neck, swallowed all the food in my mouth, laughed at myself, and said, "I can’t stand your way of eating, it’s too troublesome, and it’s uncomfortable to eat. Hey, does that mean, I don’t Suitable for being a high-class person like you?"
Harold picked up the wine glass and said, "Whether it's the upper class or whatever, it's just those nobles who pride themselves on it, and even those nobles are not necessarily more heroic than you."
I replied, chewing the food full of my mouth.
After the meal, Harold wiped his mouth gracefully, and I hiccuped with satisfaction, leaning on the sofa, reminiscent of the delicious dishes.
Harold said: "Now, it's time to discuss business."
"That's right." I hiccuped and said, "I'm eating and holding, you can talk about it first."
"Then I'm welcome," Harold said, "My next task is to collect the big worms of the earthworms. I also need a hundred."
"Earthwalker?" I thought for a moment, and said, "Isn't that a monster on the seventeenth floor? Why do you go back and forth?"
Harold shook his head and said, "This is what the of creation meant, and I can't figure it out."
Seeing his expression with some longing, I got up and said, "Hey, let me ask you something."
"what's up?"
"Tell me, are you a believer in the God of Creation?"
Harold shook his head and denied, "I am not."
I didn't believe what he said, and said, "Then your eyes looked like the kind of worshipping a great god, and you thought you were a faithful believer of the God of Creation."
"I'm not a loyal believer," Harold said. "Those true loyal believers of the God of Creation can die for the God of Creation at any time. I can't do this alone."
"Then you are a pseudo-believer of the God of Creation~" I teased.
"I only belong to the part of human beings who worship the power of the God of Creation," Harold said: "I am not a believer in the God of Creation."
"So..." I grinned, and suddenly thought of another question: "Harold, have you seen the God of Creation?"
Harold was startled and said: "Of course I have seen it, in the adventurer base..."
"Stone statues don't count" I said, "I mean the true God of Creation."
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