"It's going to be fine!" said McGill, confidently, "and I've investigated the process of making Gloucester double cheese.

It is called double cheese because the cheese is added in two parts during the preparation process.

One of the latter added cheese, colored with annatto.

This orange is a plant dye extracted from the orange flesh of the tropical plant annatto.

Although a small percentage of people are allergic to it, it is completely harmless to others.

And I happen to be not allergic to annatto. ”

Doug didn't expect McGill to be a foodie, but he had a slight question, "Where is Gloucester?"

"In the UK. ”

“……”

Doug swallowed his judgment that McGill was a foodie.

As an island country with relatively poor food resources, the UK cannot be said to have no food, but compared with the food of other countries, the upper limit is much lower, and the lower limit is also much lower.

The best British food Doug has ever eaten is fish and chips with a strong industrial fast food twist.

The rest of the pie "delicacies" like stargazing pie are full of dead fish heads rolling their eyes, and he really can't accept it.

The waiter puts on the table the Gloucester double cheese, which is as bright as poisonous mushrooms and feels dangerous when you see it.

Doug saw McGill, who was picking up a knife and fork to eat, and asked, "McGill, do you like British food very much?"

"Of course, I'm English! English people should eat English food!" said McGill proudly.

"Then you can try the stargazing pie, that's the most orthodox English food!" said Doug a small suggestion to McGill before his bread and milk were served.

"Raise your ...... Looking up at the stars?" McGill thought as he pulled out the sticky grilled cheese, "it doesn't sound like English food, it's like German food." ”

"Why?" Doug didn't react for a moment.

"McGill pretended to be deep and lowered his voice," said McGill, "'There are two things, and the deeper and more enduring I think about them, the more enduring the admiration and awe they evoke in my soul: the vast starry sky above our heads, and the sublime moral law in our hearts. 'Don't you famous German philosopher Immanuel Kant like to look up at the stars the most?'

Doug's bread also came, and the freshly prepared bread was still steaming, and the exquisite New Haven Hotel even served hot dishes.

Trying to touch the crispy golden case of the bread with his hand a little too hot, Doug dismembered the bread with his knife and fork as he said, "Well, maybe I'm wrong with my formulation, that English food, you could call it a dead eye." ”

"It's a strange name, I've never heard of it before. McGill said happily as he shook his head.

But before Doug could speak, McGill's shaking of his head suddenly stopped, his face turned green instantly, the fork in his hand fell off, and the roasted cheese on the fork fell off.

His hands clutched his abdomen, and he felt as if there was a very painful and indescribable pain in his stomach.

Indescribable nausea, nervousness, anxiety, and restlessness, like an octopus-like evil god in the deep sea, strangled his throat.

"At least...... Dying doesn't really get you food poisoning. Doug said calmly, and then immediately shouted, "Waiter, your food here is poisonous!"