Chapter 92: Earl's Feast
Feng Qi always thought being invited to dinner was a good thing until she sat at Earl Grant's table.
When she saw the dishes, she finally understood what Luo Jiu meant by that smile in the afternoon.
Luo Jiu was sitting opposite her and raised his eyebrows at her, meaning: Didn't expect that?
Unexpectedly, it is difficult to describe this feast.
As a nobleman of the British Empire, Earl Grant has a luxurious and extravagant manor.
There is a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the restaurant, which is not much different from the decoration style of modern villas a hundred years later.
The restaurant was bright, and the mahogany dining table was long enough to seat thirty or forty people. However, today, there were only Grant's family of three and the four of them at the table.
There were pure gold knives and forks, beautiful plates, and the table was decorated with candlesticks and flowers.
But such a high-end layout was paired with a table full of unpalatable dishes.
The Grant family probably had dozens of male and female servants, and each dish was served by a tall and elegant butler.
A large round plate covered with a semicircular lid.
Open one and shock Feng Qi once.
How to describe it? Feng Qi was a person who had experienced hunger. When he was young, he had to eat at various places.
When she had no money to buy meals at school, she would see half a steamed bun left over by female classmates with small appetites. She would muster up the courage to ask them: "Do you want to eat more? If not, can you give it to me?" She only needed to empty their plates to get a free meal.
She had been hungry before, so she knew the value of food. She was never picky about food, and there was nothing in the world that she didn't like.
But in the Earl's Mansion, she finally discovered that there were still some foods that she found difficult to swallow.
Every dish refreshed her perception and was even more unpalatable than those cooked by the chefs in the labor camp.
She had previously thought that the food in the labor camp was unpalatable because of the cook's misconduct, but now it seems that is not the case.
Charlotte said that the cook in her family had worked in the Earl's Palace for ten years and was well-known for her cooking skills.
Feng Qi couldn't help but show sympathy. It was hard to imagine that their family had been eating such disgusting food for ten years.
Every dish looks like it took some effort to prepare, but once you take a bite, you’ll feel that the effort was worthless.
For example, those cookies that look chocolate-flavored have a layer of granular stuff evenly sprinkled on them.
Feng Qi thought it was icing sugar or coconut flakes. When the butler came to give her some, she kept saying, "More, more."
The butler handed her a small plate of cookies. She took a bite and found that the cookies were covered with bran, not icing sugar or coconut flakes.
In China, this stuff is used to feed pigs in rural areas. It makes your mouth swell when you chew it, and makes your throat swell when you swallow it.
Feng Qi chewed and swallowed with difficulty, and in his heart he was shouting: "Is there anything in the world more unpalatable than this?"
The next dish came and the answer was revealed: yes.
Judging from the looks of it, it should be a boiled dish. Ying people pay attention to the original flavor, so the beans, cabbage, potatoes and tomatoes cooked in this dish are not salted.
She combined red, green, white and yellow together, took a bite and thought about life.
After a while, the salted bacon was finally served, but it was terribly salty.
One mouthful is too salty, the other is bland. One mouthful is hard and the other is hoarse.
That alkaline bread is hard enough to be used as a weapon. It must have been cut into pieces by a knife or saw.
It's dry and makes a crackling sound when you touch it.
Every time he took a bite, he had to stretch his neck. Feng Qi felt that after eating those two slices, he could stretch his neck to Liverpool to see the current situation in the labor camp.
Just as she was stretching her neck, she saw Zhong Jialing beside her also looking at the porridge in the plate with an embarrassed look on her face. Feng Qi finally felt relieved.
She thought that her wild boar couldn't eat the bran, but it turned out that except for the locals, none of the four of them could enjoy it.
Zhong Jialing sighed in her heart. She remembered that when she was a child, her parents took her to visit an elder's home.
That family loves to eat fatty meat, but she can't eat anything too fatty.
But before I left, my parents reminded me that when visiting someone's house, I should not be picky about food, nor should I say the food is bad, I should not leave any food in the bowl, and I should not turn over the plates, otherwise it would be impolite.
She accidentally picked up a piece of fat meat and pondered for more than ten minutes before she came up with a proper solution. She quietly moved the piece of fat meat to the side of the bowl and grabbed it in her hand when no one was paying attention.
She kept pinching that piece of fat throughout the meal and continued pinching it all the way home, getting her hands covered in oil, which made her parents laugh.
But now it is not so easy. With this big plate of unpalatable food, she couldn't think of anyone except Buddha Tathagata who had hands big enough to take away the whole plate.
It was painful enough that every dish tasted bad, but what was even more painful was that many of the dishes were truly an elaborate feast!
The vegetable salad can be a feast for rabbits, and the beans are so green that I don’t know why they need to be cooked.
All kinds of dishes that were roasted without seasoning. Roasted cauliflower, roasted potatoes. There were also meat dishes, such as fried pork chops.
Feng Qi, a meat lover, took an excited bite of the fried pork chop and began to suspect that it was fake pork.
She whispered to Zhong Jialing: "Why don't you eat fried pork chops?"
Zhong Jialing smiled with snickering delight, "I eat fried pork chops, but I don't eat the fried pork chops made by the Ying people."
Because the pigs here are slaughtered differently from those in China. The slaughterhouses in Yingguo do not bleed the pigs when they are slaughtered, and they do not castrate the pigs during the breeding process, which results in the pork having an indescribable stench.
Except for Feng Qi, the other three people who had worked in the kitchen of the labor camp knew this piece of knowledge.
At that time, Feng Qi was still working as the boss at the construction site. The pork she ate when she came back was all processed by Cheng Yaoyao with various seasonings, which almost removed all the odor.
Today's pork chop was obviously not prepared in a smart way. One bite was like eating a raw pig's butt.
Feng Qi even understood the vegetarians abroad at that moment. The taste was not as good as the bland boiled vegetables. Even the biscuits that looked like pig food were better than this stinky pork chop.
This pork chop is not worthy of the sacrificed pig. Even in ancient times, primitive people's cooking skills were better than this.
The best dish of the show turned out to be the baked potato, because potatoes are potatoes, they only taste like potatoes, without any other messy taste.
But what made Feng Qi sad was that she only ordered a baked potato. After that, she had to deal with the mountain of weird food on the plate.
Feng Qi cried out in his heart: I hate the practice of separate dining!
In China, if something doesn’t taste good, you don’t have to pick it up a second time with your chopsticks. But abroad, each person has his or her own plate, and all the food is served to you. You can’t return it, so you can only add more.
She thought, God, I will not order any more dishes tonight even if I starve to death. The food on the plate was already enough to make her feel overwhelmed.
She was almost in despair during the meal, but later she realized that it was no wonder that Luo Jiu and Charlotte kept chatting during the meal.
Luo Jiu would probably rather talk more and eat less. No matter what the butler brought, she would say, "Just a little bit is enough."
Earl Grant asked Luo Jiu, "Is it not to your taste?"
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