Chapter 591: Goose in the duck flock

Leaving the mining area and returning to the residential area, Dewey took me to the snack street in Fort Witch.
The streets were crowded and bustling, with goblins and dwarves. They greeted each other enthusiastically, some of them were drinking non-stop, not a burst of hearty laughter.
Seeing groups of dwarves on the street, I asked Dewey: "Why are there no dwarves in the underground laboratory?"
Dewey said: "Because dwarves are good at forging, smelting and building, our goblins are better at inventing and creating some exquisite things."
"Oh, that's it" I said, "So the dwarves all work in residential areas."
"You are wrong about this," Dewey said. "The dwarves also work deep underground, but we didn't visit that place."
"You mean..."
"Yes, it's mining" Dewey said: "The dwarves have great strength and are very skilled in using mining tools. And the level of digging out complete ore is very high!"
I thought for a while, and said, "They need inventions, you need ore, and each one draws on their strengths?"
Dewey snapped his fingers: "That's it."
Soon, Dewey and I sat down in front of a noodle stall and each ordered a large bowl of noodles.
Dewey told me: "The beef noodles here are very delicious, the soup is very delicious, you will definitely like it."
As a foodie, I decided to personally verify the water in his words.
Soon, two big bowls of steaming beef noodles were served on the table. My stomach was groaning with hunger, and I didn't care about politeness. I took out a pair of chopsticks and started to swallow.
If I were on the earth, I would not dare to do this. After all, this is the noodles that just came out of the pot. The temperature is very high. You can just put it in your mouth without blowing it. It won't be scalded, and it will definitely pick up many blisters.
But here is the Hefeng Continent, and I found that the higher my level, the stronger the immunity of my body, and the same, the stronger the body's resistance to external stimuli.
The flame magic missiles released by many magicians have no effect on my body, not to mention that this bowl is just steaming noodles.
However, Dewey had no way to feast on the steam like me.
He is not an adventurer, he hasn't strengthened his body, and naturally can't stand the heat of the noodles, so he had to swallow the noodles while watching me chuckle while blowing the noodles a little bit to cool down.
When he couldn't eat four or five bites, I had eaten a bowl of beef noodles upright, and there were not even a few drops of soup left.
"One more bowl!" I yelled.
The owner is a dwarf who inherited the heroic character of the dwarf race. In the scene just now, he seemed to be impressed by my heroic way of eating. He actually served two bowls of noodles in succession. The bowl is the noodles you ordered. I gave you this bowl. Eat it!"
I was not polite, nodded at him, and continued to eat like crazy.
In short, for this meal, Dewey ate one bowl and I ate eleven bowls.
After the checkout, the owner laughed and asked me: "Young man, is the noodle taste okay?"
"Yes?" I cut, "Don't tease."
The shopkeeper's smile faded, but he still patiently asked, "What? Isn't it delicious?"
Other dwarves and goblins passing by also stopped one after another, watching here.
I lowered my head and counted silently in my heart. When I was counting to three, I suddenly raised my head, stretched out my hand, raised my thumb, grinned, and said: "How can it be described by the word okay? It's awesome. Extremely!"
With a more enthusiastic smile on the face of the dwarf shopkeeper, the dwarves and goblins who stopped around also exclaimed: "That's right, the beef noodles here are definitely the best!"
Dewey on the side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
When I left, the owner repeatedly told me that I must come and eat often, even if it’s a King’s meal, it’s welcome.
After I repeatedly agreed, I finally left the noodle stall.
On the way, I asked Dewey: "Why did you just breathe a sigh of relief?"
Dewey said: "I'm relieved for you. This noodle stall is very famous. If you say it is not delicious, you will definitely be treated as a troublemaker."
"I'm not afraid of that," I said, "but delicious is delicious, and it cannot be concealed."
"Hmph, kid, you still have the foresight" Dewey said proudly: "As expected of my successor."
Regarding this topic, I no longer want to argue with Dewey, so I simply stay silent.
It is estimated that while my body is strengthened, my digestive ability has also been strengthened. The simplest proof is-not long after eating eleven bowls of noodles, I saw some small barbecues on the roadside stalls and my stomach started again. There was a response.
So ate it again.
The fellow Dewey looked at me with a look of surprise, and for a long time, he said: "Are you a monster, so you can eat it?"
"Why?" I said: "I am obviously a human, and it seems that many adventurers have the talent to eat this."
"I don't think so," Dewey said. "Many adventurers I know, no matter the human race, the orc, the elves, the goblins or the dwarves, are not as good as you can eat."
"Eh, you seem to have said one less thing" I said: "Where is the fairy tribe? Don't you have any acquaintances of the fairy tribe?"
"Of course," Dewey said: "It's just a few, only a few, and it's been a long time since we've lost contact."
It seems that Dewey still doesn't know about the affairs between the Elves and the Fairies.
"Since you know the fairies, why don't you add them together?"
Dewey shook his hand and said, "There is no need to add it. Fairy clan generally has a small appetite, much smaller than our goblin clan."
In my mind, I instantly recalled how Remy looked when he ate barbecue for the first time-it was a slam!
With a small body and a small mouth, he eats more than a catty of meat.
If this is all called less... then the food produced in these towns each year may not be enough for half of the people to barely eat half full.
Or to say... Remy is a unique fairy, a strange flower among the fairy clan, a legendary existence with seven gluttons?
In short, she can eat well.
If you show Dewey how she eats, you may not doubt that Dewey will doubt life because of this.
Walking on the street, I always feel something is wrong, or in other words, there is always a sense of disharmony.
After thinking hard for a while, my mind suddenly brightened, and I finally figured out what was going on-I was the tall man among the little short guys all over the street.
No wonder I feel uncomfortable. I am half a body taller than the tallest of them, and it feels like a goose walking in a flock of ducks.
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