When Fang Zheng walked out with a smile, Father Soljie came up to him and asked with a wooden face, "Master Fang, that person insulted me, what should I do?"
Fang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Father, you have to adapt to the local customs. He didn't insult you. You are my guest. Who in the county dares to insult you? That dish is like that?"
Father Soljie was silent for a while: "So, it is normal to have saliva in the food? Lord Fang, I don't understand Dajing culture, but I'm not stupid."
"What saliva! How can you talk like that? That's called molecular cuisine, a dipping sauce made from beaten eggs." Fang Zhengyi declared solemnly.
Molecular cuisine display
"Molecular...molecular cuisine, what does that mean?" Father Solger's face was full of confusion.
"The so-called molecular cuisine is to use the most advanced technology, chemistry, and physics to reconstruct cooking from a microscopic perspective..." Fang Zhengyi spoke in a serious manner.
Listening to all these unclear terms, the priest was completely confused and said hesitantly, "You are not fooling me, are you, Master Fang?"
"Fooling you?" Fang Zheng sneered, "After dinner, I'll take you to see the microscopic world. If you can't see it, I swear to the emperor that if I tell you a lie, I'll be struck by lightning!"
But at this moment, the waiters in the restaurant began to serve the dishes.
One of the waiters walked up to Fang Zhengyi, holding a plate of braised food with a piece of foam similar to spit in it.
Fang Zhengyi dipped his hand in it and took a sip.
"Look, this is the dip!"
Is it really a dipping sauce?!
Father Solger moved his lips twice, wanting to say something, but he felt something stuck in his throat.
After all this trouble, it turns out that it was our own people who were too reckless... This incident has made us all clergymen, and it seems so uncultured!
Gradually, his face turned red, and then he suddenly turned around and gave the other missionaries a bunch of incoherent instructions.
When everyone suddenly realized what was going on and calmed down, the priest said awkwardly, "Master Fang, I'm really sorry for not understanding the situation."
Fang Zhengyi pretended to be magnanimous, opened his arms and said to everyone, "Well, it was my negligence that made me forget that you didn't understand anything. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's eat quickly."
After two months of training, these foreigners have already mastered the use of chopsticks. Many of them can't wait to eat the pork sausage, candied fruit, spiced beans, chicken dumplings, three-yellow chicken and other delicacies on the table.
Father Soljie sat at the same table with Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng didn't hesitate to take the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.
Seeing that the host had already started, the priest also picked up his bowl.
Looking at the dazzling array of delicious dishes on the table, the priest felt a little difficult to make a decision.
After all, each one looks good and unique.
Fang Zhengyi asked, "Why don't you eat? Is the food not to your taste?"
The priest shook his head, picked up the fattiest dish, picked up a piece of braised pork and chewed it carefully. A strong aroma he had never experienced before immediately bombarded his taste buds. His eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed: "Delicious! I have never eaten such a delicacy before!"
After saying that, he quickly picked up another dish and put it into his mouth, then held the bowl and squinted his eyes, looking intoxicated.
"Chicken! It turned out to be chicken. I didn't expect chicken to be so tender and juicy."
Fang Zheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw his expression: "I wonder how the food in Feika is?"
Father Soljie thought for a moment, and then he said with a nostalgic look, "When I was in the church, I always cooked for myself. It's definitely not as good as here. The fancy food in restaurants outside is not as good as here either."
"I'm ashamed to say that I thought the food in Dajing was as bad as before."
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "You had a big pot of food before, so it must have tasted worse. Now it's all small pots, so the taste is naturally better. But Father, can you cook? Speaking of cooking, I'm also quite good at it. I also have a homemade side dish... Come, try this fried pork with peppers. This thing is very spicy. Is it spicy?"
"Hiss~ Not spicy!"
The two of them ate and talked, and the missionary group behind them had become a large-scale food show.
They were enjoying the meal so much and discussing it excitedly. As for the plate of braised food, no one knew who ate it.
The missionaries were eating with smiles on their faces, while Ruffa and Lai Gou'er were eating slowly and watching.
Rufa squinted at the missionary group and said, "These foreigners are really terrible. How can they eat like this? Dog, are all the food overseas so bad?"
Lai Gou'er said, "It's been nearly a year since these people arrived at Dajing from the ship. They haven't had a proper meal. This is the first time they've had something good. The food of the lower-class foreigners is really not that good, and the cooking method is too crude. But to be honest, the food of the nobles is pretty good, all meat."
"Oh, nothing is bad if it's meat!"
.....
After having a good meal and drinking, Fang Zhengyi led the crowd to continue visiting Taoyuan County.
After eating and drinking their fill, the missionary group was clearly more energetic, and their spirits were also much higher.
Along the way, people pointed at various places and had heated discussions.
Fang Zhengyi originally wanted to arrange a Taoyuan-themed stage play for the foreigners to watch, but after thinking it over, he gave up.
Let’s put aside the question of whether you can understand it or not. Even if you do, it’s even worse. That thing is truly a cult classic.
Even he couldn't stand it. It was truly heresy!
Maybe, after seeing this, the priest would pack up and go home immediately, staying away from this evil place, which cannot be cleaned at all!
...
As they were walking, they suddenly saw a building emitting white smoke.
Father Solger once again turned into a curious baby and asked, "What is that building?"
"That's the bathing place. If you are interested in the future, you can come here every day to take a hot bath. It doesn't cost much." Fang Zheng said.
Father Solger looked a little surprised: "Do people here take a bath every day?"
"That's not the case. I love cleanliness and have the conditions so I wash every day. Ordinary people in our county have to wash at least eight or ten times a month."
Father Soljie pondered and said, "Excuse me, this may be the living habit of the people of Dajing, but it is not a good thing. Frequent bathing will keep you away from the Holy Father, and the dust on your body can prevent the harm caused by the plague."
Fang Zheng sneered.
This is really just like the Middle Ages.
"You are wrong, Father. Taking a bath regularly and keeping clean can help you resist diseases. I wonder how many people will be killed by your bad ideas. Is this what the church told you? I told you before that I would take you to see the microscopic world. Why don't we go and take a look now?"
Microscopic world?!
The priest nodded and began to look forward to it.
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