Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Inside a spacious barracks.

The floor was covered with gorgeous carpets, and the long table was lit with red candles and laid with exquisite silver tableware.

The long table was filled with guests, both men and women.

Sitting in the main seat was a slightly plump middle-aged man in military uniform.

Looking at his military rank, one can tell that this is the highest commander on the front line, Lieutenant General Walker.

Lieutenant General Walker had a smile on his face and was obviously in a very good mood. He was chatting and laughing with a beautiful woman with fair skin.

“Princess Lucy, on behalf of the soldiers on the front line, I welcome your visit.

You are like an angel sent by God. Under your light, justice will surely defeat evil..."

Lieutenant General Walker praised Princess Lucy so much that his whole face was shaking with excitement.

Princess Lucy responded politely.

It is true that the British royal family is in decline, otherwise, as a member of the royal family, would she be used to comfort those American soldiers at the front line?

Just like the fat-headed Lieutenant General Walker in front of me, the look in his eyes when he looked at me seemed as if he wanted to swallow me up.

The melodious sound of a violin rang out, and a team of waiters in formal attire, carrying silver trays, came in one after another.

The plate was covered with a silver cover.

A portion was placed on each guest's table.

After a melodious violin performance, Lieutenant General Walker waved to the Indian and introduced the chef of the banquet to everyone.

The Indian came forward happily, stood beside Lieutenant General Walker and introduced the main course of the banquet.

"ladies and gentlemen.

What I bring to you is the famous Indian delicacy, chicken curry.

Today's cooking was perfect, like a great work bestowed by Shiva.

This great work of art definitely deserves a name, and I call it "the future."

Just like our Indian nation, we will definitely stand at the top of the world in the future..."

The Indian Asan has great eloquence and added a magical background story to an ordinary curry chicken.

This is also learned from the Westerners. The Indians are even better than them. Who doesn't know how to lie and fart?

Foreigners are obviously very interested in this.

The quality of this meal was elevated several levels.

What they eat is no longer an ordinary chicken curry, but a profound history and culture, a revived future, and a great work.

The moment the plate was opened, everyone applauded spontaneously.

Regardless of its color or shape, this curry chicken is worthy of the word "future".

Everyone was intoxicated by the smell of curry chicken.

Lieutenant General Walker also took a greedy sniff, a foul odor mixed with the delicious aroma of curry chicken.

He looked at the Indian man in confusion.

The Indian Asan hurried to explain.

"This is the greatest work of art. The artistic elements have reached a level that is so realistic that even the smell is very vivid..."

As everyone listened to the Indian's explanation, they all looked at Lieutenant General Walker with envy.

He also said that it was all thanks to Lieutenant General Walker that he was able to witness such a great work.

Lieutenant General Walker quickly lost himself in the praises.

Everyone at the long table looked eagerly at Lt. Gen. Walker, hoping to share some "great work".

Lieutenant General Walker was not in the habit of sharing food, let alone a great work with a name on it.

As soon as he took a bite, the strange smell spread throughout the barracks.

The guests covered their mouths and noses.

"Uh~"

Lieutenant General Walker burped, and a mouthful of foul breath came out, almost making himself pass out.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his neck turned red, and all the rage in his eyes was directed at the Indian.

At this moment, no matter how stupid Lieutenant General Walker was, he knew what he was eating.

Roaring loudly:

"What the hell is this great work? What masterpiece?

Do you think I'm a fool?

Fuck, Fuck, how dare you?

How dare you, an Indian?

Lieutenant General Walker roared angrily, pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the Indian's forehead.

"If you don't want to see God,

Now, immediately, eat your great work."

The Indians were all confused.

How could this happen? This shouldn't happen.

I have been making curry chicken for at least twenty years, and today is the most perfect day.

There must be something wrong with Lieutenant General Walker's taste. There will be no mistake in the curry chicken I make.

However, judging by Lieutenant General Walker's expression, his reaction was indeed a bit exaggerated.

Or is it the manifestation of the great Shiva?

Punish believers for their infidelity?

With a "click" sound.

That was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

The Indian man no longer cared about Shiva. He kowtowed and begged for mercy, and followed the arrangements of Lieutenant General Walker.

While eating, he said:

“This is a masterpiece, this is a great work.

I am proud and honored to taste this great work.”

Despite the stench, the Indian remained unmoved.

Indians often lick their sacred left hand, and have long developed an extraordinary resistance to the stench.

The Indian man felt an itch in his throat.

As expected, I vomited. After all, it couldn't compare to the greatness of the work.

Lieutenant General Walker was going crazy and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang~"

There was a gunshot.

The Indian fell backwards, his body twitching a few times.

His eyes were wide open, and he could not believe until his death that Lieutenant General Walker could be so cruel.

I am the brother-in-law of your Lieutenant General Walker, and you actually asked me to eat peanuts.

Lieutenant General Walker cursed loudly:

“This man is a Chinese spy, preparing to poison our food.

Fortunately, I found him and executed him on the spot..."

No one objected to what Lieutenant General Walker said.

A little Indian, dead is dead.

What's more, this Indian dared to bring up the great work and make fun of Lieutenant General Walker. He absolutely deserved to be put to death.

Maybe it will be in the newspaper tomorrow.

Definitely the headlines, the war in the United States, the supreme commander of the coalition forces on the front line, and the dinner party ate great works...

Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Walker wished he could shoot the Indian a hundred times again.

By the way, this damn Indian guy has a younger sister.

Just wait and see how I deal with him when I get back.

Lieutenant General Walker warned the guests:

"No one is allowed to talk about what happened today...

If I find out who leaked the information, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The guests present nodded and echoed Lieutenant General Walker's words.

Indicates that nothing happened tonight and they saw nothing.

Unfortunately, the party ended in less than an hour.

Lieutenant General Walker's reputation for gluttony on "great works" spread quickly throughout the camp.