Just as he was about to do the difficulties and tasks, the door opened, and the waiter pushed the dining cart and walked in. (8) (1) Chinese Net┡. ８⒈

Harold froze.

Watch as the waiter arranges the dishes one by one, then exits the room, closes the door and leaves.

Harold continued: "Do you say it first, or do I say it first?" ”

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes, I swallowed my saliva and said, "Let's eat first." ”

Some people say that it is easy to talk at the dinner table, and this is true.

Compared to desks, avenues, markets, rivers, and dining tables, it is much more comfortable.

First of all, the dazzling food will subconsciously arouse people's good mood, of course, foodies are double the good mood.

Moreover, at the dinner table, anything you find difficult to say, or embarrassing, or begging, or confessing, etc., can be said at the opportunity, and there will be absolutely no embarrassment.

Of course, this is also a premise, you must hold a wine glass in your hand, and you must take a sip before it can be effective.

Once the other party agrees to your request, then it is natural to raise a glass to celebrate, and both are happy.

Once the other person refuses your request and throws an unhappy look at you, you can also pretend to be drunk and fool around.

In this way, whether it is oneself or the other party, there is more or less a step down, even if you can't be friends, at least you won't become enemies.

At the moment, I maintain this mentality and thoughts.

The meal on the table is a Western-style type, boiled snails, grilled unknown birds, something that looks a bit like steak, and ...... A bunch of creatures I've seen, but I can't name them.

I don't know if all of these creatures can be eaten, but I have to praise the attitude of the dishes, the plates are clean, the dishes are exquisite, and they are all cooked! Cooked! Cooked!

Say the important thing three times.

In previous lives, on the earth, among Western food, there were many well-known Western foods, which were medium-cooked, half-cooked, or even eaten raw.

The most famous are the beef and sashimi of the island country, and of course, there are many shellfish that are eaten raw.

For these, I can only express shame.

It's not that I'm malicious toward eating raw, but I just feel that they swallow bloody pieces of meat and stuff, and they still have the happy expression on their faces after taking drugs.

I've eaten raw food, too, and in the most difficult times, I relied on meat cut from dungeon monsters to feed my hunger.

Speaking from the heart, the taste of raw meat is really not good.

Just as I was holding my knife and fork in a daze, Harold's voice came: "Why, don't you like these foods?" ”

"Huh?" Although I heard his words clearly, my thoughts had not yet returned, so I answered casually.

Harold moved his knife and fork and said: "The main thing here is raw food, I was afraid that you are not used to it, so I ordered cooked food, but, looking at your expression, it seems that you don't like cooked food very much, do you want to remove the dish and replace it with raw food?" ”

I shook my head repeatedly, similar to a rattle, and said busily: "Don't mind, you really think right, I love to eat cooked food, raw food or something, I can't get used to it, and there will always be a sense of pathos in my heart that drinks blood." ”

As he spoke, he feasted on it.

I still don't understand whether it is a left fork and a right knife or a left knife and a right fork to eat Western food, but in short, after learning the same way for a while, I finally decided to give up Harold's seemingly very regular way of eating, not because it was difficult to learn, but because of trouble.

For me, eating is to fill my stomach and to be happy.

There are so many cumbersome rules and templates, and a good meal has become less refreshing.

I don't know how the founders of those elegant eating methods created such a painful and cumbersome style when their brains were cold.

But what I know for sure is that they must all be very idle, and all of them are idle.

After secretly complaining about Harold's elegant eating, my mood became extremely comfortable, and I felt more fragrant when I ate.

Looking at Harold at the same table, a steak was divided into more than a dozen portions, each one had to be put into the mouth, and chewed carefully several times, I felt inexplicably anxious.

So, with the same fork, I put most of the steak in my mouth, with the juice and ingredients, chewed it four or five times, swallowed it directly, then picked up the colorless wine at hand, tilted my neck, drank a fine drink, put down the wine glass, and began to gobble it again.

Harold put down his knife and fork with a smile and said, "Your way of eating is really heroic." ”

I craned my neck, swallowed all the food in my mouth, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "I can't stand your way of eating, it's too troublesome, and it's not pleasant to eat, hey, does this mean that I'm not suitable for being an upper-class person like you?" ”

Harold picked up the wine glass and said, "Whether it's high society or whatever, it's just those nobles who boast of themselves, and even those nobles don't necessarily have nothing more heroic than you." ”

I replied with a huff and munched on the full amount of food in my mouth.

At the end of the meal, Harold wiped his mouth elegantly, and I burped in satisfaction, leaning on the sand, savoring the deliciousness of the dish.

Harold said, "Now, it's time to get down to business." ”

"Yes, too," I hiccuped and said, "I'm eating, so let's talk first." ”

"Then you're welcome," Harold said, "My next task is to collect the big fish of the earthworms, and I also need a hundred." ”

"Groundworms?" I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't that a monster on the seventeenth layer?" Why did you fight more and more? ”

Harold shook his head and said, "This is the meaning of the God of Creation, and I have no way to guess it." ”

Seeing that there was some longing in his expression, I got up and said, "Hey, I want to ask you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Tell me, are you a believer in the God of creation?"

Harold shook his head in denial, "I'm not. ”

I didn't believe his words, and said, "Then your eyes before seemed to worship the great god, and you thought you were a faithful believer in the God of Creation." ”

"I'm not a faithful believer," Harold said, "those true faithful followers of the God of Creation can die for the God of Creation at any time, and that alone I can't do that." ”

"Then you're a hypocrite of the God of Creation," I teased.

"I just belong to the part of humanity that worships the power of the God of Creation," Harold said, "and I am not a believer in the God of Creation." ”

"So......" I grinned, and another question suddenly came to mind: "Harold, have you ever seen the God of Creation?" ”

Harold was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course I have seen it, ...... in the adventurer's base."

"Stone statues don't count," I said, "I mean the true God of creation." ”