Before long, the servants had filled the table with food.
An Ge raised an eyebrow as she looked at the abundant food. The food looked normal, not an illusion, but she hadn't overlooked the almost purple-red power of the rules emanating from it.
Cursed food: These foods are cursed by the gods, and those who eat them will be deprived of their good fortune.
"My friend, aren't you going to eat? This is a delicacy I went through great lengths to find. As my guest, I've done my best to ensure you have a wonderful trip. I'm sure you won't refuse, will you?"
Ange rolled her eyes inwardly. Martin was definitely jealous of her good luck, which was why he wanted to use a curse to strip away his own good fortune.
"Martin, I don't see any sincerity in your words. You say you had a hard time getting this food, but to me, it's quite ordinary. Oh, my dear friend, don't be angry, I didn't mean to say that."
Although I really want to try it, you promised to give me a happy trip. I can't possibly eat food I don't like just to make you happy, and make myself unhappy at the same time, can I?
Martin was getting a little dizzy from all the talk about being happy or unhappy when he heard Ange point at a grilled steak and say, "Look at this grilled steak, the sauce on it is so much it's almost overflowing, it's completely masking the taste of the steak. Are we eating the sauce or the steak?"
Look at this egg tart; the crust is all crumbled into crumbs, it doesn't look appetizing at all. Food should be balanced. Look at all these dishes; apart from a few savory ones, the rest are all desserts. How cloying must they be?
Where's the soup? Why isn't there any soup? I'm so sorry, Martin. You probably think you've done your best to give me a delicious meal, but you haven't considered my eating habits. I can't stomach this kind of food.
Moreover, there are no spiritual fruits here that Bison can eat. You must have heard that elves eat fruits and vegetables, right? Even if there are none of those, there is at least dew.
Martin, I'm not complaining, but I really didn't feel any sincerity from this food.
Isn't this just moral blackmail? As long as she has no morals, it's others who are being blackmailed.
Martin's mind went blank for a moment after hearing Ange's outburst, and it took him a while to find his voice. "It was my oversight. I only wanted to give you the best things and didn't take your habits into account."
But this is the best food I can find right now. You haven't eaten all day, you can't go hungry. Why don't you force yourselves to eat a few bites? Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to find even more delicious food right away, next time I'll definitely make sure you're satisfied.”
An Ge rubbed her stomach. "I haven't eaten all day, and I'm starting to crave it."
Before Martin could even feel pleased, she continued, "Thank you, Martin, but I brought my own food. Come on, move these plates aside and make room for me." Ange seemed oblivious to Martin's barely maintained gentlemanly smile as she instructed the servants to clear the table.
Then, under Martin's questioning gaze, she brought out plates of delicious food from the space. The food looked like it had just been cooked, still steaming hot.
Martin's expression changed the moment the food was served.
What a blunder! She actually has a spatial device on her. What is her background that she has something so precious?
Moreover, who would put food in such precious space equipment?
"Could you please have someone call Beaton and tell him I'm waiting for him in the lobby?"
Martin followed An Ge's instructions in a daze, his mind still reeling.
Beaton was strictly following An Ge's instructions and stayed in his room, but his stomach was rumbling so loudly that he dared not come out. Just then, he suddenly heard someone calling him to the hall.
"Lord Beaton, is it Lord Ann who is looking for you? He wants to eat something like chicken stew with mushrooms?"
Beaton hadn't intended to pay any attention to the newcomer, but upon hearing this, he jumped to his feet. The other party had given a coded message, which seemed to truly be Lord An's order.
Before An Ge left, the two agreed on a secret code: if they heard the other say "chicken stew with mushrooms," then they were on the same side.
Beaton thought, "This must be some kind of divine code."
Beaton followed the servant into the hall and saw Ango sitting at the dining table, acting like the master of the house.
"Bidon, sit down quickly, I've prepared some food for you." With that, he waved his hand, and a pile of fruits imbued with elemental power appeared on the table.
She's always been quite particular about food, and after meals, she usually enjoys some fruit. Elven fruits have replaced ordinary fruits as her daily dessert.
She still has plenty in her storage space, enough to last her for several months.
Martin stared blankly at the fruit that had suddenly appeared.
Wow, her space is quite well-stocked.
"Martin, want to come along? I'm not exaggerating when I say this food is something you might not find anywhere else on the entire continent. It's not vampire food, but it tastes amazing. You should be fine eating some, right?"
Martin gave a forced smile and said, "Thanks, but I really have no interest in human food."
"Oh, that's such a pity." An Ge said it was a pity, but she didn't feel any regret at all.
Just kidding, she wouldn't want to sit at the same table with a vampire with ill intentions.
"Miss An, you'd better eat this food sparingly. Otherwise, you'll have to get used to the food I provide in the future."
An Ge said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I have plenty of food in my space, enough to last me for several years."
Martin... this is really something else.
He closed his eyes in anguish, trying to avoid the pain. "Enjoy your meal. I have some things to take care of."
After saying that, without waiting for An Ge's reply, he quickly disappeared, and his back view looked somewhat exasperated.
Having successfully driven Martin away, Ange felt the air here was fresher and took a bite of a chicken leg in a great mood.
Wow, this is so delicious! Thank you, Lao Sun and Lao Wei.
Beaton, somewhat distracted by the aroma of the food, wondered, "What is Lord An eating? It looks delicious."
The intense gaze was impossible for An Ge to ignore. She hesitated for a moment, then thought of Jon. Elves eating human food shouldn't be considered breaking the rules, right?
"Um, would you like some?"
"Okay!" Beaton had been drooling over the aroma for a while, and upon hearing Ange's invitation, he immediately took a bite of the nearest food.
"This is so delicious! How can human food taste this good?" Beaton's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and she looked completely dumbfounded.
He had eaten human food before, but that food was particularly unpalatable, and it was said that it was considered "delicious".
From that point on, he would never again easily try so-called human cuisine. The entire elven race was much the same; they were all ravaged by "delicious food" before they stopped accepting human food.
Unexpectedly, the delicious food that Master An let him taste opened the door to a new world for him.
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