Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1042: Dining Style
"Baiwei Chicken???" Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Isn't Baiwei Chicken everywhere? It's a chain store."

"It's everywhere, so when I see something I can't eat, I want to eat it the most! Ah! The taste of my hometown! We old Yingtian people love it!"

"We old Yingtian people like this row of cold stewed dishes, right?" Wen Yuan covered his forehead, "You should at least try it. There's roast pork over there."

"All good, all good." He walked around with the plate in his hand, taking a large amount of each item and two large spoonfuls of fried rice.

pat.

The second spoonful landed on the plate and it was full.

"Ah, this." He weighed it and it was a bit heavy, as if he was full after eating it. He hadn't eaten the roasted pork yet.

"Don't go back." Wen Yuan took a glance.

"How can I go back? Who do you think I am?" He sat down at the table, holding a plate of cold stewed vegetables and half a plate of egg fried rice. Wen Yuan, sitting opposite him, picked up four pieces of blood sausage sent by Shangluo and casually paired them with some fried noodles. This is the calmness of a person who has food to eat every day. He doesn't need this one meal.

Han Xingzhi took a bite of the Baiwei Chicken first: "Hmm! It tastes exactly the same! Where did this spiritual thing come from? It tastes exactly the same as the Baiwei Chicken on the street! What kind of chicken is this?"

Wen Yuan was about to eat, and looked up at him: "Are you sure you want to know what kind of chicken this is?"

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"Wait. Why are there so many legs and wings in this chicken? Never mind. Hey, how does your sausage taste? I can't eat that. Try it and tell me how it tastes."

"It looks really good." Wen Yuan picked up the blood sausage with chopsticks and looked around.

Dark red, the same color as purple rice. This sausage really looks like a sausage - not to mention the stuffing, the skill of making the sausage is pretty good.

He took a bite.

"Yue!!!!"

Wen Yuan leaned back and covered her chest.

"Hey, are you okay?"

“This is the taste.”

"what about the taste?"

With difficulty and pain, Wen Yuan swallowed the sausage in her mouth:

"It's not cooked well without salt. It's burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. When I took a bite, blood burst out. It tasted so raw! I thought I was holding a pig and taking a bite!"

[Hey, Shangluo, your friends just ate sausages. ]

"What did they say?" Shangluo stood in the elevator holding a box.

[The food service bean in the cold room said that they had eaten it. The bean were about to come out to clean the floor, but luckily he didn't waste it and ate it all.]

"Eh? That shouldn't be the case. Is it that unpalatable? Didn't Senior Fu eat it too?"

[It may be because the taste of you celestial beings is more complex than that of mortals. Mortals can only taste sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, but you can taste the seven emotions and six desires. Senior Fu tasted the wonderful, wonderful intentions. You also tasted it. But your friends, they can't taste the seven emotions and six desires, only the five tastes. If we use the standard of the five tastes, then there is only the frugality, simplicity and tenacity of the Romans. Eating this thing is indeed a challenging choice, which requires supreme courage.]

"Isn't this blood sausage an improved version? Isn't it much easier to swallow than black soup?"

【In theory, this is true. However, this is what Phaethon did. 】

"Uh" Shangluo covered his forehead, "I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky. I seem to be eating something very strange, but I think it tastes good."

[It's not just one or two days. You are happy eating panda food. But by human standards, this toy seems to be closer to feed than food.]

As we were talking, the elevator gradually descended to the ninth floor underground. The roaring sound in my ears became louder and louder.

Ding, the door opened. The elevator bell could not cover the dragon's angry roar.

The elevator door opened, and Lu Huaiyang was standing with his back to the door wearing earmuffs. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and looked.

"Oh, Shangluo? Why are you back again?"

"I'm here to deliver the prison food." Shangluo raised the food box and gestured, "Didn't they announce it over the radio?"

"Broadcast? Forget it. The dragon keeps yelling, and I can't hear it even with the broadcast. You come to deliver prison food? Then be careful. We have yelled many times, and if she doesn't obey, we will use the dragon whip. But she seems to be getting angrier and angrier, shrinking inside without making a sound, and only attacking us with noise. If you open the door now, you can't be sure."

"It should be okay, right?" Shangluo held up the plate and took a look inside. "Wow!!!" Another roaring sound wave bombarded along the corridor.

"Oh my god." Shang Luo rubbed his ears. "The sound is really loud. Did she spit out sand? Did she say anything?"

"No." Lu Huaiyang shook his head. Our people hadn't gone in yet, so of course she didn't spit out any sand.

"Then I'll go in and take a look."

He took out the weight and restored his physical condition to the level of a celestial being. But the sound wave was still like a devil's sound, and the Jinyiwei who was close to him couldn't help but frown even though he was wearing earmuffs.

[Eh? Their earmuffs are pretty good. I can hear people talking, but they block out roars. It seems like they filter out broadcasts as well. Is it active noise reduction? I don’t understand.]

"Is your ear okay?" Shangluo asked.

[Eh, I'm following you, but my senses are based on yours. If you listen, it's okay, and I'm fine too.]

Walking to the door of the cell, Shang Luo knocked on the door: "Your Highness, I'm here to bring you prison food."

"Wow!!!!" The roar doubled.

[What are you talking about prison food? ]

"Oh no no, I'm just here to deliver food. Do you want to try it? Do you want to open the door and spit some sand oh no, open the door and try it?"

The roaring continued.

Shangluo had no choice but to take out a blood sausage and throw it in through the observation window.

"Ah." The roar stopped immediately.

"."Everyone outside looked at each other and Shangluo, wondering what he had lost.

Suddenly, Otohime's head appeared at the observation port.

"What was that just now?" Otohime asked faintly.

"Is it tasty?"

Otohime nodded behind the observation window.

"Then you still eat?"

She nodded again.

"Then I'll go in and deliver the food, don't shout."

Shangluo signaled to the Jinyiwei next to him to open the door and let him enter the cell.

He sat on one end of the iron table and Otohime sat on the other.

Otohime didn't use chopsticks, she just picked them up one by one with her hands and ate them. Although they were half-cooked and bleeding, she couldn't stop eating.

While eating, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay. I just didn't expect that even though my father was plotting against me, you still remembered to send me food. You must have some request, right? Tell me, I know what you want to ask. Do you want to ask about the Longyin case?"

"Well, you don't have to tell me."

"In the case of the Dragon Hidden Case, the dragon that made the boat disappear was not the Dragon Palace. The dragon those fishermen saw was the former Marquis of Yanping himself."

"???" Shang Luo was startled, "What?"

"Don't you want me to spit sand? I spit it out. Are you satisfied?"

"And the boat?"

"The boat is in his stomach. It should still be there now. He has trouble digesting it."

(End of this chapter)