Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1247: The Elbow in the Canteen

Lunch is something you have to eat. As Wen Zhong said, no matter whether you can write a good essay or not, you must eat a good lunch.

Today's school lunch is braised pork elbow, which is just right for the occasion.

As it turned out, this plan was correct - although everyone who came to the cafeteria made no progress on this inexplicable topic, all their anxieties disappeared when they saw the whole braised pork elbow that was soft and boneless but still retained its shape served on the plate.

The pig's trotter was like a hammer, with the trotter bone as the hammer handle pointing upwards. The meat hammer itself stood on the high mountain of rice, and the sauce that flowed out soaked into the rice.

"This bowl of pork elbow is really of high quality!" Phaethon couldn't help but want to eat it - but just as he was about to take a bite, a faint resentment floated over from the side.

Han Xingzhi was sitting next to him. On the table in front of him was a bowl of white rice. He was the only one who sat down to eat and didn't have pork elbow.

“Why are you here?”

"Wherever my elder brother is, I will be there," he said, the meaty and sweet aroma of the braised sauce made his mouth water. But he couldn't eat a single bite, because this was the rule of Master Sa Tian.

"Brother, can I have some meat?"

"Hey, wait a minute." Shangluo reached into his bag and pulled out a furry dog ​​head. He used a spoon to scoop out a small amount of pork elbow with skin and meat, and threw it into the dog's mouth.

"Ah Wu" caught the elbow flying in the air, and the dog's face was filled with happiness. Although it was only a small bite, it was also very happy.

After it finished eating, Shangluo patted the dog's head three times - reluctantly, the dog's head "yue" out on the spot, and a peach appeared.

Shangluo stuffed the dog's head back and flicked Tao'er across the table with his fingers, letting Tao'er roll in front of Han Xingzhi.

"Hey, come and eat."

"Brother, are you just going to let me eat this?"

"Eat it if you want. If you don't want to, I'll let Ah Heng eat it back."

“But after all, this is what the dog has eaten.”

"This is a heavenly dog. The last bite he took was the moon. Maybe there are still some undigested moon fragments in it."

"A piece of the moon?! Where did he eat it?"

"Don't ask me that. Do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat it!" He picked up the peach, wiped it with paper, and put it in his bowl.

Phaethon could no longer bear to look at it: "Oh my God. You must have tamed him. He even eats this kind of thing."

"I'm telling the truth. This is a tengu, not a real puppy."

"If you think you can eat it, don't bounce it over like a ping-pong ball. If I give it to you, will you eat it?"

"Well, I won't eat. But you see, the principal is right. No matter what, he should eat first. Do you think he can finish this meal without the Peach Pill?"

That peach is Shangluo's current Taoism. Just like before, although his own spellcasting is still thunder tribulation, he can now use other things to cast spells. Although he can't make edible cursed dates, he can now take peaches out of the dog's mouth. In terms of eating, the effects of the two are similar. As long as the person eating doesn't see the dog's head, it can conceal the truth and sneak into Chencang.

With the help of the magic of seventy-two transformations, he has become quite proficient in the transformation of name and reality. After a while, he might be able to make Han Xingzhi eat Yangchun noodles as eel noodles.

"Brother, this rice is not right. It tastes terrible!" "Isn't this peach enough to stop you from eating?"

"No. It tastes just as good, but it's too dry."

"Alas, there is nothing I can do." Shangluo took out the dog's head again.

"No need! No need for this!" Han Xingzhi was so scared that he stopped immediately. He didn't dare to look down anymore.

Pulling out a thermos from his bag, he poured himself a bowl of soup: "My mom made me carrot soup this morning. At least this is edible. She told me to save it for lunch."

"Then why didn't you eat this with your meal at the beginning?" Phaethon was puzzled.

"Because this elbow is so delicious! I really couldn't help it, so I had to ask for a pill. I thought that big brother must have gained something from this trip. Fortunately, everything went as I wished."

He sprinkled some soup on the rice, mixing it with the peaches and rice. The white, clear, and pink mixed together in the bowl looked tasteless, but in fact it tasted like rice soaked in broth.

"Ah~~ It's so refreshing. It's such a delicious pork elbow." He drank a mouthful of soup. "So, why is this rice so unpalatable?"

"Interesting." Shangluo asked, "Why did you ask me first if the rice tastes bad?"

"I feel like you're right, that's what I think."

[This kid's intuition is good enough for him to work as a priest in the Oracle. If he quits one day, remember to save some for me. I will recommend him to work in the Oracle and get another job.]

"Well, you guessed right. I asked someone to replace the rice. How do you feel about it?"

"It's so dry! Like Indian rice. I feel like I'm turning into an Indian."

"Is it really that bad?" Shangluo himself hadn't eaten yet. He looked around - the rice had indeed been changed today, but no one reacted. Perhaps it was because of the pork elbow broth, or perhaps it was for a more direct reason: this meal was free, and the school treated everyone to it for free.

"I'll also eat some shrimp!"

[Shrimp? Where did he eat the shrimp? Is there shrimp in the dog's mouth? ]

Shangluo didn't care about that. He took a bite himself. It was just as Han Xingzhi said. The rice was dry, not tasty, and not fragrant. After taking a bite, it felt like eating a mouthful of northwest wind. Apart from being able to maintain vital signs, there was no happiness at all. But after adding the broth, the dry rice was able to absorb the broth, and the taste suddenly became fuller.

[I think most other people think the same way. Otherwise, even if it’s free, you have to say something - this poor little Han in front of us will never be able to eat real pork elbow. At least not in the foreseeable future.]

"By the way." He asked Han Xingzhi, "Do you really dislike this rice?"

Han Xingzhi nodded: "It's really not tasty. My only pleasure now is to eat all kinds of rice, and this rice is so bad that it deprives me of the only pleasure in my appetite. I can't stand it at all."

"What if I told you it's free?"

"Free? I thought it was only free today. Will it be free every day from now on?"

"Yes. Just like the mistral, you can eat as much as you want."

"Ah! That's okay! Free is also a taste, and it's quite delicious! I can eat three bowls of rice just with the free stuff!"

[I take back what I said. This guy's perception is too wild, and he might be deceived by the elves. Anyone can take it if they want, but I don't dare to take it.]

(End of this chapter)