I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 20 The Power of Faith
  In the past, Xia Qingdai came to Owen every morning for tutoring in English and mathematics. After finishing an English class, it happened to be Owen's breakfast time.

Xia Qingdai followed him into the restaurant to eat. He had breakfast and she had supper. She lived in jet lag every day.

In order to avoid scaring the servants who could not see Xia Qingdai, Owen did not let the servants serve him every time he ate.

This is certainly not in line with the etiquette of a gentleman, but for Owen, what etiquette can be compared to the gods!

Today was another time to build a cabin and deliver Christmas gifts. By the time Xia Qingdai went down, it was already eleven o'clock, and it was Owen's breakfast time.

Today Owen had mashed potatoes with orange juice, a plate of lettuce cubes and a plate of medium-rare beef.

Xia Qingdai had eaten dinner early and was hungry, but she didn't like these things. What if the beef was half-cooked and had parasites? And creamy mashed potatoes, completely incomprehensible food.

So she decided to go to the kitchen to get some food. Owen said nothing and ordered the cooks to leave the kitchen because the gods were coming to use her!

In the castle, Owen did not publicize Xia Qingdai's existence, but he did not avoid it either.

After all, the food falling from the sky reminds everyone in the castle every moment that there is an Eastern God in the sky above their heads who always overlooks all living beings.

And it’s not the God they couldn’t see before they prayed to every day, but the true God!

Owen once heard from a sailor friend that in the far east, people offered sacrifices to gods and asked for rewards in return.

If the spirit does not appear, people will cut off their incense.

Is that why he met the True God of the East who asked him to take classes and paid him cheese?

Are the gods in the East accustomed to blessing mortals?
  Owen has not prayed to God for a long time. He originally believed in Christianity, but now, he has decided to change his religion and firmly believe in Eastern gods.

God has not helped him once in so many years, but the Eastern God appears every day.

After Xia Qingdai entered the kitchen, she cut a piece of butter, then cut the beef, then started stir-frying the beef with lettuce, and then a plate of braised potatoes. In fact, the potato stew with beef was more delicious, but it was too time-consuming.

While Xia Qingdai was busy in the kitchen, Owen sat silently on the long dining table and ate.

Only halfway through eating, I was attracted by the aroma coming out of the kitchen, and silently put down the knife and fork in my hand.

Not only Irving smelled the fragrance, but the servants in the castle also smelled it, especially the cook who was responsible for cooking. Her eyes frequently turned to the direction of the kitchen.

What does this smell like? Why is it so fragrant? My mouth is watering!

Just smelling this smell made everyone's mouths water.

How could a group of British country people in the eighteenth century resist the temptation of delicacies from the East.

In terms of food hierarchy in this world, there are debates between the East and the West about who is first between Chinese food and French food, but British food must be at the bottom.

There is a legend throughout Europe that the person responsible for cooking in hell is the British chef.

At this time, Xia Qingdai used Chinese delicacies to attack the British country bumpkins, which immediately shocked the entire castle, and there were whispers everywhere.

“Is this food from heaven?”

"It smells so good. Just smelling it makes me full."

"If I could eat such delicious food, I would be willing to lose one day of my life."

"The true God can also cook, oh, great God!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the direction of the kitchen, looking around.

Not long after, I saw two plates of food flying out of the kitchen and flying straight to the restaurant.

Cook Mary Sue covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and almost couldn't breathe. There is a big difference between knowing in your heart that there is a god in the castle and seeing something flying with your own eyes. The clothes she wore were remodeled from the old rococo-style dress that the previous owner’s wife had discarded, and it was rather tight on the waist.

She quickly took two deep breaths to regain her breath.

When Xia Qingdai moved the food to the long dining room, without waiting for Owen to speak, she said generously: "Come, let's eat together!"

Owen then smiled lightly: "Thank you, dear God."

"You're welcome!"

Xia Qingdai's ears felt hot. This word was a bit irritating to her ears. But you’ll get used to it after listening to it more, just do as the Romans do!

After breakfast, the two of them entered the study room to start a new day of study.

It is unbelievable to say that the British people hundreds of years ago spoke English better than Xia Qingdai. That is normal.

Moreover, the squires and aristocrats paid great attention to the elegance and accuracy of grammar when speaking. Xia Qingdai followed her example, and her composition and listening skills improved dramatically.

But mathematics is also better than this eighteenth-century ancient, which is a bit magical.

Sometimes when Xia Qingdai sees Owen solving problems for her seriously, she can't help but think of her own math teacher from the Land of Abundance.

He often said to them: "What you are learning now is knowledge from hundreds of years ago. The ancients from hundreds of years ago were better than you. You should feel ashamed."

Well, it turns out that the math teacher is not just talking nonsense, it is really possible.

Let’s just talk about Newton. He left so much homework for everyone, including mathematics and physics!

The man in front of me is a die-hard fan of Newton. The books he holds in his hands every day are all Newton's works.

For this kind of book, Xia Qingdai can only say one thing: She knows all the numbers, but she can't understand them all together!
  Halfway through the lesson, Xia Qingdai heard a murmur of prayer again, as if someone was speaking in her ear.

She put down the pen in her hand, raised her head and asked Owen, "Have you heard the prayer?"

Owen shook his head: "Never."

Xia Qingdai was surprised, frowned and confirmed again: "Are you sure?"

Owen replied firmly: "No."

After a pause, he added: "Perhaps it is a believer who is praying to you, so only you can hear me."

"Huh?" Xia Qingdai looked at him with her mouth slightly open, "Is that so?"

Owen nodded: "I think so."

Xia Qingdai listened to the voice for a while, and then realized that this might be the reason!
  Moreover, these prayers will not make her irritable. Instead, they will make her feel smarter and easier to solve math problems that she is tired of.

In order to verify the idea in her mind, Xia Qingdai quickly grabbed a piece of paper, copied out the mathematical problem she had written down before, and then asked Owen to explain it.

These questions are usually such that she would get dizzy just by looking at them. Even if I explain them to her, she can’t get them into her mind. She usually hears them in her left ear and out in her right ear.

But at this moment, Owen was explaining it to her, and she miraculously followed his train of thought!

Oh my gosh! Could this be the power of faith!

Xia Qingdai was immediately filled with pride, feeling that the doors of Tsinghua University and Peking University were about to open to her!

(End of this chapter)