Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng smiled and walked out. Father Soljie greeted him, his face stiff, and asked, "Lord Fang, what should I do about that person insulting me?"

Fang Zheng patted him on the shoulder: "Father, you have to do as the Romans do. He didn't insult you. You are my guest. How could anyone in the county dare to insult you? That's just how that dish is."

Father Soljie was silent for a moment: "So, it's normal for there to be saliva in the dish? Lord Fang, I may not understand the culture of Da Jing, but I'm not stupid."

"What saliva! What kind of talk is that? That's called molecular gastronomy, egg-based dipping sauce!" Fang Zheng declared solemnly.

Molecular gastronomy demonstration

"Mole... mole... molecular gastronomy, what does that mean?" Father Soljie's face was full of confusion.

"So-called molecular gastronomy is using the most advanced technology, using chemistry and physics to reconstruct cooking from a microscopic perspective..." Fang Zheng babbled on, pretending to know what he was talking about.

Listening to all kinds of meaningless terms, the priest was completely dumbfounded and muttered: "Are you fooling me, Lord Fang?"

"Fooling you?" Fang Zheng sneered, "After we finish eating, I'll take you to see the microscopic world. If you can't see it, I dare to swear to the Emperor that if I tell a single lie, may I be struck by lightning!"

Just then, the waiters in the restaurant began to serve dishes.

One of the waiters walked up to Fang Zheng, coincidentally carrying the plate of braised food, which also had a foam-like substance resembling saliva.

Fang Zheng casually dipped his finger in it and sucked on it.

"You see, this is the dipping sauce!"

It really was dipping sauce?!

Father Soljie's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but he felt like he had a bone stuck in his throat.

After all that, it was his own people who were too reckless... This was embarrassing. They were all clergy members, after all, and it made them seem too uncultured!

Gradually, his face turned red, and he suddenly turned around and chattered a bunch of instructions to the other missionaries.

After everyone 'suddenly understood' and calmed down, the priest said awkwardly: "Lord Fang, it was my misunderstanding. I'm really sorry."

Fang Zheng pretended to be magnanimous and opened his arms to everyone: "Well, it was also my momentary negligence that I forgot you don't understand anything. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, everyone, eat quickly."

After two months of training, these foreigners could already skillfully use chopsticks. Many people looked at the delicious dishes on the table, such as pork sausage, candied fruit, spiced beans, chicken-filled buns, and Three Yellow Chicken, and couldn't wait to start eating.

Father Soljie sat at the same table as Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng was also not polite, picking up his bowl and chopsticks and starting to eat.

Seeing that the host had already started, the priest also picked up his rice bowl.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, which continued to emit fragrance, the priest felt a little difficult to choose.

After all, everything looked very good and unique.

Fang Zheng asked: "Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking?"

The priest shook his head, set his sights on the fattest dish, picked up a piece of braised pork, and chewed it carefully. An unprecedented rich fragrance immediately bombarded his taste buds, and his eyes lit up, exclaiming: "Delicious! I have never eaten such delicious food!"

After speaking, he quickly picked up another dish and put it in his mouth, then held his rice bowl and squinted his eyes, in a state of intoxication.

"Chicken! It turns out it's chicken. I didn't expect chicken to be made so smooth and juicy."

Fang Zheng couldn't help but smile at his expression: "I wonder what the cuisine of Fika is like?"

Father Soljie thought for a while, with a look of nostalgia: "Before, in the church, I used to cook my own meals. It certainly can't compare to here, and the fancy dishes in outside restaurants are also not as good as here."

"I'm ashamed to say that I previously thought the food of Da Jing was as unpalatable as before."

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "The food you had before was communal food, so the taste must have been worse. These are all cooked in small batches, so the taste is naturally better. But Father, you can also cook? Speaking of cooking, I am also quite good at it. I also have a homemade side dish... Come, try this spicy stir-fried pork. This thing is very spicy, is it spicy?"

"Hiss ~ Not spicy!"

The two ate and chatted, and the group of missionaries behind them had become a large-scale gourmet anime scene.

They ate with great pleasure, accompanied by excited discussions. As for that plate of saliva-braised food, no one knew who ate it.

The missionaries ate with joy, while Lufa and Lai Gou'er ate and watched leisurely.

Lufa squinted at the missionaries: "These foreigners are really useless. How can they eat like this? Gou'er, is the food overseas so bad?"

Lai Gou'er said: "These people haven't eaten proper food for nearly a year, from the ship to Da Jing. This is the first time they've had something good. The food of the lower-class foreigners is really not very good, the cooking methods are too rough. But the nobles, to be honest, eat very well, all meat."

"Heh, if it's meat, there's no such thing as unpalatable!"

.....

After eating and drinking to their fill, Fang Zheng led the group to continue visiting Taoyuan County.

The missionaries, having eaten and drunk their fill, were obviously much more energetic, and their emotions were also much higher.

Along the way, they pointed and talked about various places, with constant discussions.

Fang Zheng originally thought about arranging another Taoyuan-style stage play for the foreigners to watch, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up.

Whether they can understand it is one thing, but if they understand it, it's even worse. That thing is really a cult product.

Even he can't stand it. It's really heretical!

Maybe the priest would pack his things on the spot and prepare to go home after watching it, staying away from this evil place. This place can't be cleaned!

...

As the group walked, they suddenly saw a building constantly emitting white smoke.

Father Soljie once again transformed into a curious baby and asked proactively: "What is that building?"

"That's a place to take a bath. If you're interested in the future, you can come here every day to take a hot bath. It doesn't cost much money," Fang Zheng said.

Father Soljie looked a little incredulous between his eyebrows: "Do people here take a bath every day?"

"Not really. Like me, I love cleanliness and have the means to bathe every day. The ordinary people in our county have to bathe at least ten or eight times a month."

Father Soljie pondered: "Forgive me for speaking frankly, this may be the lifestyle of the Da Jing people, but it is not a good thing. Frequent bathing will distance you from the Holy Father, and the dust on your body can prevent the harm caused by the plague."

Fang Zheng chuckled.

This is really the same as in the Middle Ages.

"You are wrong, Father. Frequent bathing and keeping clean can help you resist disease. This kind of bad concept of yours will kill many people. Did the church tell you this again? I told you before that I would take you to see the microscopic world. How about we go and take a look now?"

The microscopic world?!

The priest nodded, his heart beginning to look forward to it.