“…… How about trying my craft?

How much faith does it cost to read how I feel about eating in real time? ”

After reaching an agreement to help each other, Chu Xian quickly fried two side dishes, put a large bowl of rice from the rice cooker, and warmly invited the Soviet goddess Katyusha, who was "sitting" across the table, to have dinner with him.

Read the feeling of eating in real time...... It's a bit strange that he completely accepted Katyusha's "unique habits" so quickly, which made Katyusha himself a little uncomfortable.

"Just reading and feeling that it doesn't consume much, and the work of a meal is about the same as a week or two of the faith produced by a lowest-level 'pan-believer', and I need to consume half of the faith produced by all believers that day just to maintain my own existence every day.

The hierarchy of believers is divided by the gods of religion.

The lowest level is the 'pan-believer', which is a person who has a certain degree of affection for the country and is at least a patriotic person;

The second level is the 'devout believers', who love the country from the bottom of their hearts;

The third level is the 'fanatical believers', who love their country to the point of blindness, and are unlikely to change their faith from the bottom of their hearts, no matter what others say;

The highest level is the 'righteous believers', and the believers at this level generally do not appear to be as fanatical as the fanatical believers, but they do not love blindly, but truly identify with the country from the bottom of their hearts, and even if they see the shortcomings, the dark places, and even if they are greatly hurt by it, they will not doubt or waver, so the power of faith they produce is higher than that of the fanatical believers. ”

Katyusha casually explained the level of the believer when answering Chu Xian's question, and then several meals that were exactly the same as his side but had not yet touched the chopsticks appeared on the opposite side of Chu Xian. Katyusha, who should have been in exile in China for more than 20 years, picked up the chopsticks skillfully like a Chinese person and tasted them one by one, nodded with an extremely calm face, and made a quite pertinent but somewhat faceless evaluation:

"Well, it's okay with ordinary people's craftsmanship.

However, our goddess's favorite thing to do is to look around for food, and I don't know how many times I have tasted the dishes at the state banquet, but ordinary craftsmanship can't satisfy me.

In addition, the choice of who eats is also important, and real gourmets with a more sensitive sense of smell and taste than ordinary people are our favorite readers. ”

Probably out of the desire to save the power of faith...... Assume that this is the case, Katyusha just slightly experienced the feeling of Chu Xian when he was eating, so he removed all the home-cooked meals in front of him, and re-put on the bottle of vodka without the smell of alcohol, intending to drink wine and eat with him.

And Chu Xian not only did not get angry because of the other party's overly frank evaluation, but also said to her with a rather envious smile:

"The life of you consciousness collectives is really very high-level, and eating is not to sustain life, but simply to enjoy."

"Really? It's just a normal life for us, right?

Poof! ”

As a goddess, Katyusha didn't understand the envy that Chu Xian, a human being, wanted to express, she grabbed the wine bottle and poured it wildly, and then she let out a big breath freely, and her gorgeous red face showed an expression of extreme enjoyment.

Even Maozi, who can drink the most, may not be able to blow vodka on the bottle like beer, right? That's a ...... It's enviable.

"Come, come, come! To celebrate our encounter, I also invite you to taste the delicacies of our Soviets!

Assorted caviar, hamburger steak, kebabs, roast beef with potatoes, borscht, eutiyi, bollingers, kvas, vodka...... No matter how much you eat, it's fine, but no matter how much you eat, your stomach will still be empty. ”

After drinking, the goddess Katyusha, who was already a little stupid, made Chu Xian fully feel the boldness of the Soviet "big brother", and all kinds of delicacies were piled up on the small dining table of his house as if he did not want to believe, and then he was piled up on another dining table that suddenly appeared beside him.

This is the power of consciousness to interfere! Obviously, there is no zài in reality, but the color, aroma, taste, and touch of the table are exactly the same as the real thing! Chu Xian pressed the table that actually didn't have zài, and sure enough, an unusually solid feel came back from his hand!

"The table is sturdy to press, but I'm a little curious what would happen if I pressed my hands and my whole body weight on the table and tried to lift my body off the ground?"

Faced with a table full of exotic delicacies that made people drool when they smelled, Chu Xian paid the most attention to the table under the delicacies, and this kind of self-control was really admirable.

Katyusha's eyes widened for a moment when she heard his question, which had never been asked before, and then replied rather uncertainly:

"Hmm...... It can hold up, right?

You can give it a try, the cost of interfering with consciousness is not too big. ”

"Then I'll give it a little try."

Since Katyusha took the initiative to propose Jianyi, Chu Xian naturally put down the dishes and chopsticks that were truly preserved. Then he stood up and faced the false table next to him, pressed both hands up, and carefully shifted his weight forward......

"Huh...... Really held up.

But what are I really doing now? ”

"Your feet didn't actually leave the ground, and your body didn't lean forward to the point where you lost your center of gravity."

Katyusha erected a mirror at Chu Xian's side, and in the mirror, he just leaned forward slightly with his upper body, touching the air with his hands. There is only a chair and a small dining table with a few plates of home-cooked food next to him, and there is an empty chair for the guests opposite the table.

"Hmm...... Suddenly feel as if you've become a little match girl? It feels weird. ”

Chu Xian looked strange and pushed down his glasses, which always reflected the light strangely, and then sat back in his chair. He picked up the dishes and chopsticks and quickly pulled the real food into his stomach, and then stretched out his arm to "take" a plate of bread full of black caviar and red caviar, and gently put this superb delicacy that he had never had a chance to taste in reality into his mouth.

"Chew Chew Chew......

Not...... It feels a little fishy and a little salty, but it tastes ...... It's so delicious that I want to cry!

If I take a picture of what I look like with my phone, I'm afraid that others will really cry when they see it. After all, in their eyes, I was simply stuffing air into my mouth while making a sad expression that was so moved that I was about to cry! ”