Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The plan was a big success.

At least Kant thinks so.

When he warmly invited Tagris into the main building, Hong Sanshi stood by the door, and when the black-faced Lord Elendil passed by, he bowed his head humbly, showing courtesy to the elders.

When the elf wise man entered half angrily and half worried, Hong San's face showed doubts. He turned his head to look at the backs of one person and two elves. He always felt that something was not right.

"Is it an illusion..."

Hong San lowered his head in thought, and followed him in.

feast.

It was said to be a banquet, but it was actually just a small-scale private banquet, and there were no other people. Besides Hong San, there were Aang and Leona. Aang was in charge of security and Leona was in charge of the warm-up.

The long table in the room has been removed, and replaced by a huge table similar to the Eight Immortals - Aurora's cultural radiation to Goethe flourished a hundred years ago, and the mysterious oriental fashion is no longer popular in the mainland today, but there are still some folks. There are fewer corresponding collections. When Kant, the Aurora, was born, there were as many people who wanted to hold his stinky feet.

This table of the Eight Immortals and various jade chopsticks, cups and saucers are one of the gifts.

Kant stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down."

Tagris never seemed to have experienced such a private, small-scale dinner party. He sat down with enthusiasm, Kant sat next to his right, Aang sat next to Kant, and Leona pouted and leaned against him. Aang was sitting, and to the left of the Duke were Erendil and Hong San.

Duke Tilling looked left and right, and felt that this dinner was perfect.

There are no old-fashioned nobles, no vassals who nod and bow down, except for Lord Erendil, who has a less than ideal expression around him, there are no other restraints.

After he sat down, he immediately asked Kant beside him: "What to eat?"

Kant smiled: "Eat the good things you've never eaten."

Hearing this, Erendil, who had reached a certain level of vigilance and negative impression of Kant, snorted. Although his good upbringing prevented him from sarcasm, his disdain was obvious.

- Haven't eaten something good? What a joke, do you know what the elf royal family is? The whole world is the elves' orchards, vegetable fields, pastures, and valleys!

Tagris also laughed: "I have eaten all of Aurora's large and small dishes. About one-fifth of my personal chefs are from the East. I have seen Aurora's food culture for a long time."

Kant smiled.

Then clap your hands.

"...It's delicious!"

Before long, the elf let out a whimper of happiness and surprise.

Food culture is a process of continuous development and progress.

The continuous upgrading of cooking methods, the continuous upgrading of the processing methods of ingredients, the introduction of foreign ingredients, the improvement and invention of cooking utensils, the evolution of preservation and transportation methods, everything is constantly developing and changing.

Perhaps this respected elf is indeed knowledgeable. He has a very high power and status. The delicious food he eats every day comes from the creation and improvement of countless peoples around the world. The ingredients used are precious and hard to find. Exquisite and exquisite, perhaps beyond Kant's imagination, even if the top delicious dishes on earth are brought out, it is difficult for the other party to be shocked.

- Besides, there is magic in this world, so there is no guarantee that there will be a magic chef of ice and fire.

But so what!

Earth has carbonated drinks! There's Vita Lemonade! There is puffed food! There are all kinds of sweets! Packaged food with spices that cost no money!

Don't underestimate these cheapest things.

It has been developed for decades or even hundreds of years, and sold to billions of people. It costs a lot of money to hire professionals, and spends a lot of time to improve the taste, just to compete brutally with countless peers and compete for every cent of the market share. It is unimaginable. With the huge industrial scale, there are constantly new participants and new eliminations, driven by technology, with enjoyment as the ultimate goal, and even the use of chemistry to directly invent new substances, all for the sake of making the most of consumers. Money money money money money!

Decades and hundreds of years of development, huge and suffocating consumer groups, countless talented people, countless R&D costs, and subsidiary dividends based on scientific development and civilization progress—how can the food products produced in this way be a unique product? A small group of cooks who circle around the emperor and generals can match.

Most importantly, these things are unseen and unheard of.

Damn those endless variety of food additives, are you joking?

Bullshit.

Therefore, the ancient Internet article said that a barbecue meal to subdue the divine beast and make the swordsman bow his head is basically nonsense, but if you bring a box of instant noodles, sprinkle half of the seasoning and eat it, while the seasoning is raised and played, maybe it will be done.

Speaking of which, you may not believe it. In another world, instant noodle seasoning is probably much more expensive than noodles.

Tagris ate very cheerfully.

Poor to see, I am afraid that the elves will be starved.

Pan-fried foie gras, charcoal-grilled steak, scrambled eggs with tomato, steamed sea bass, and boiled cabbage, those are all my brothers, they don't exist, and Kant never told the kitchen to do them.

Tonight, junk food is the only protagonist.

The packaged food that was carried out by carts in the white fog world was handed over to the iron son to remove the packaging bags, put them in the bags, packaged them and sent them to the kitchen. The only task of the masters was to unpack them and put them on a beautiful plate. Then just serve it up, many dishes, a feast, and it is complete.

There is a poem that says-

Dragon Tiger Gold Danish Lisu, Dragon Swing Tail Big Spicy Strips.

Powerful King Kong snickers, nine yin and white bones are wonderful and crisp.

Snow lotus clear water cools the heart, and there are thousands of Jinmailang in the heart.

Laughing mouth always open Wanglaoji, afraid of getting angry with Wanglaoji.

There are also those QQ candies, fruit candies, marshmallows, and jelly-filled candies, all of which will be served at once, and these potato chips, yam chips, rice crackers, and shrimp sticks will be served in bowls. Spicy beef, chicken feet with rattan peppers, lard residue, competing for beauty, chocolate is hard, jelly is soft, and Laoganma is piled in a bowl for dipping sauce.

It can be described as a dazzling array, heavy sugar and heavy oil, additive carcinogens do not count.

Mom watched silently, and the old doctor saw it and wept.

Tagris ate almost rolled his eyes.

To say that this guy is too strong, carbonated beverages are blown against the bottle, still a large 1.25 liter bottle, all kinds of puffed food are eaten like leaves in the autumn wind, and the semi-processed fried chicken from the KFC freezer has not yet arrived When he came up, he was so small, he was eating the mountains and rivers, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Erendil ate a little and was surprised. The wise man of the elves was also experienced. He traveled to the mainland when he was young and enjoyed everything he should have enjoyed. Different - but these are not comparable to the performance of the adult beside him.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

He whispered to persuade: "Deportment! Demeanor! Dining demeanor!"

"Shut up!"

Tagris blew off a bottle of iced black tea in five seconds, threw the bottle, and shouted, "What did I eat before! So how are the Goethes doing so well?"

Erendil was apprehensive, for fear that this lord would make a fool of himself. Hearing the words, he denied it immediately: "No, no, no, this is definitely not what Goethes eat."

The Elf Duke turned his head and looked at Kant, his face flushed crimson, he hiccupped, and a coke mixed with the smell of Lao Ganma rushed out: "That's yours? Kant, I want to buy your cook!"

Kant smiled: "That's not for sale, I don't do human trafficking."

Tagris frowned, his eyes were smoky, and there was a hint of drunkenness. Kant didn't bring out the wine. This guy basically drinks carbonated drinks.

I just heard him say with a big tongue: "No... it doesn't matter! The price is whatever you want! I can change it with you! I, I have many cooks! They are all top-notch! Very powerful! I also have a maid! I take care of it. Very stern maid! Give her to you! Give it all to you!"

The mobile phone on Kant's chest was running faithfully and reliably. He smiled and said, "Sell it to you, what shall I eat?"

"Yeah... that's right."

Tagris showed a look of embarrassment, but after a few seconds, the elf's handsome and somewhat feminine face showed a smug smile: "Yes! Yes!"

He looked at Kant, stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around the other's shoulder just like Kant had wrapped around his shoulders before, then stared into Kant's eyes with a charming smile.

"I bought you too."

He seemed to have solved an ancient problem, and smiled proudly: "When the time comes, we will eat together, not only these, but you can also eat my things... Yours is mine, mine is yours..."

The more Erendil listened, the more awkward he became. He gently stretched out his hand to the corner of Latagris' clothes and said in a low voice, "Your Highness! Your Highness! Please stay awake, or you will offend me..."

Tagris gave him a sideways look: "—Shut up! You are such a serious old man who still peeks at the little yellow book at an old age! No wonder you are disliked by Ms. Marilyn! And... you are still hiding it and not giving it to me. Look!"

"Pfft."

The low laugh came from Hong San, who had been eating silently, Elendil blushed and glared.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duke Tiling stared at Kant: "Well, okay, okay!"

He even grabbed Kant's arm subconsciously, shaking with tears in his eyes.

Snapped.

The gorilla had already bitten the fifth pair of chopsticks, and the top half of the chopsticks was chewed up and eaten again.

Kant shrugged: "Sorry, I'm also not for sale."

"Hey hey hey hey! No way! How can I do this!"

Tagris widened his eyes, as if he had heard the news that the world was about to be destroyed. After a fierce ideological struggle, the brave boy flushed his cheeks, then looked at Kant, as if determined to make some kind of sacrifice, and then said loudly: "Otherwise, you can buy me!"

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PS1: The second update, three thousand words, is a bit late.

PS2: Fortunately, I can go home the day after tomorrow. There is no impact drill at home... Damn.