Chapter 279 Familiar! Cooked! Cooked!

Just as they were about to exchange difficulties and tasks, the door opened and the waiter walked in pushing the dining cart.

Harold stopped.

Watching the waiter place the dishes one by one, then exit the room, close the door and leave.

Harold then continued: "Should you say it first, or should I say it first?"

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

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

It is much more comfortable than a desk, a street, a market, a riverside, or a dining table.

First of all, the dazzling array of delicious food will subconsciously arouse people's good mood. Of course, foodies will be in a double good mood.

Moreover, at the dinner table, you can take the opportunity to say anything you find difficult to say, whether it is embarrassing, asking for help, confessing, etc., and there will never be the slightest sense of embarrassment.

Of course, this also requires a premise. You must hold a wine glass in your hand, and you must take a sip before it can take effect.

Once the other party agrees to your request, it will naturally be a toast to celebrate, both parties are happy.

Once the other person rejects your request and gives you an unhappy look, you can also pretend to be drunk and get over it.

In this way, both oneself and the other party have a certain level of descent. Even if they cannot be friends, at least they will not become enemies.

At this moment, I maintain this mentality and thoughts.

The meals on the table were Western-style, including boiled snails, roasted unknown birds, something that looked a bit like steak, and a bunch of creatures that I had seen but couldn't name.

I don’t know if all these creatures are edible, but I have to praise their attitude towards the dishes. The plates are clean, the dishes are exquisite, and they are all cooked! Cooked! Cooked!

Say important things three times.

In previous lives, on earth, there were many well-known Western foods, which were medium rare, medium rare, or even eaten raw.

The most famous ones are the island country’s beef and sashimi. Of course, there are also many who eat raw shellfish directly.

For these, I can only express my shame.

It's not that I have any ill intentions towards eating them raw. I just feel like they swallowed bloody pieces of meat with a happy expression on their faces after taking drugs. How do you see it? It doesn't feel elegant.

I have also eaten raw food. During the most difficult period, I relied on the meat cut from the monsters in the dungeon to satisfy my hunger.

To be honest, the taste of raw meat is really not good.

Just when I was holding the knife and fork in a daze, Harold's voice came over: "What, don't you like these foods?"

"Ah?" Although I heard what he said clearly, my thoughts hadn't returned yet, so I responded casually.

While moving the knife and fork, Harold said: "The main thing here is raw food. I was afraid that you wouldn't be used to it, so I ordered cooked food. However, judging from your expression, it seems that you don't like cooked food very much. Do you want to remove the food?" , switch to raw food?"

I shook my head repeatedly, almost like a rattle, and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, you are really right. I like to eat cooked food, raw food and so on. I can't get used to it, and there will always be a sense of sadness in my heart, like drinking blood. .”

With that said, he started to eat happily.

I still haven’t figured out whether to eat Western food with the left fork and right knife, or the left knife and right fork. In short, after learning the same thing for a while, I finally decided to give up Harold’s seemingly very formal way of eating. The method is not because it is difficult to learn, but because it is troublesome.

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

With so many cumbersome rule templates, a good meal has become less enjoyable.

I don’t know how the founders of these elegant eating methods managed to create such a painful and cumbersome style of food in the first place.

But what I am sure of is that they must all be very idle, and all of them are so idle that it hurts.

After secretly complaining about Harold's elegant eating style, I felt extremely comfortable and the food tasted delicious.

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

So, with the same forkful, I put most of the steak into my mouth, juice and meat, chewed it four or five times, and then swallowed it. Then I picked up the colorless wine on hand, raised my neck, and drank it all. , put down the wine glass, and started gobbling it again.

Harold put down his knife and fork with a smile and said, "The way you eat is really heroic."

I raised my neck, swallowed all the food in my mouth, laughed at myself, and said, "I can't stand the way you eat. It's too troublesome and the food doesn't feel good. Hey, does this mean that I don't like it?" Is it suitable to be a member of the upper class like you?"

Harold picked up the wine glass and said: "Whether it's the upper class or anything else, it's just what the nobles pride themselves on, and even those nobles don't necessarily have people who are more heroic than you in food and appearance."

I hummed in response, chewing the food in my mouth.

After the meal, Harold wiped his mouth gracefully, while I burped with satisfaction, leaned back on the sofa, and savored the deliciousness of the dishes.

Harold said: "Now, it's time to discuss business."

"That's right." I burped and said, "I'm full, you can talk first."

"Then you're welcome," Harold said, "My next task is to collect the giant turtles of groundworms. I also need a hundred of them."

"Earthworm?" I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't that the monster on the seventeenth floor? Why does it keep going back after beating it?"

Harold shook his head and said, "This is what the God of Creation meant. I can't figure it out."

Seeing some longing in his expression, I stood up and said, "Hey, I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

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

Harold shook his head and denied, "I'm not."

I didn't believe what he said, so I said, "Then your eyes looked like you wanted to worship a great god. I thought you were a loyal believer in the God of Creation."

"I am not a true believer," Harold said. "Those true true believers of the God of Creation can die for the God of Creation at any time. I cannot do this alone."

"Then you are a false believer in the God of Creation~" I teased.

"I just belong to that group of humans who worship the power of the God of Creation," Harold said, "I can't be considered a believer in the God of Creation."

"That's right." I grinned, and suddenly another question came to my mind: "Harold, have you seen the God of Creation?"

Harold was startled and said: "Of course I have seen it before, in the adventurer base."

"Stone statues don't count," I said, "I mean the real God of Creation."