Chapter 823: A Hearty Dinner
As the clock ticks silently on the wall, it seems to be refereeing the "whoever speaks first" contest in the room, and Turtledove, Bug, and Hannibal on the other side become the "only three" contestants. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The furnishings in this room are the same as those in the Mouse City, they are all so elaborate and elaborate, as if the room in the Mouse City has been moved untouched, and everything is the same as the last dinner that Ikaruga had with Hannibal before leaving home, including the awkward atmosphere.
"Sir, it's time for dessert."
As an old butler who has followed Hannibal for I don't know how many years, Walter will always stand up at critical moments to play his due role, for example, at this moment, Hannibal and Turtledove obviously have nothing to say, Walter has to deliberately but unobtrusively create some opportunities for them to talk.
No matter what contradictions in the world can not be eliminated by themselves, the best way to solve the contradictions between each other is to talk, no matter what is discussed, even if it is talking about the world, talking about the past and the present, as long as the two sides are willing to speak, then no matter how sharp the contradictions will be quickly softened, and then resolved,āā Walter was also a father, he knows how to deal with the relationship between father and son.
Unfortunately, Walter's deliberate attempt to take advantage of the dessert to find something didn't work, Hannibal still had a pensive expression with his eyes slightly closed, and Turtledove stared at his fingers in a daze.
Shaking his head, Walter felt that he had to look for another opportunity.
"Wow, what are these?"
Eventually, Worm became the first of the three contestants to speak.
Walter smiled slightly, he realized that he had ignored the existence of small worms, no wonder he couldn't solve the situation.
"These are the fruits of the cactus," Walter said, "Now that the new empire controls most of the land outside the law, it is difficult to pick the fruit of the cactus anymore, and when the lord heard that you have returned, he thought that you had probably not eaten yet, so I quickly prepared a dinner." ā
"Shouldn't the fruit of a cactus be bitter?"
The little worm said that it was bitter, but the spoon in her hand kept picking up the cactus fruit that had been cut into small pieces on the plate into her mouth, she had eaten the cactus fruit before, but she had never eaten such a delicious one.
"These cactus fruits have been stained with honey," Walter quietly added a small dish to the little worm, "honey not only dilutes the bitterness and astringency of the flesh, but also adds a hint of sweetness, and is particularly nutritious." ā
"It's delicious."
The little worm said something heartily, and she leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, touching her round belly with both hands, and she was about to praise Walter's craftsmanship again, but who knew that her mouth was open, and before the words could be spoken, she burped first.
If this is in normal times, Xiao Worm will not feel any embarrassment for her burp at all,āā she is used to being wild, and it is already a luxury to be able to eat a full meal on weekdays, so how can she care about the problem of image or disfigure.
But the current situation is a little different, the little worm is not alone with the turtledove, you must know that Hannibal, who is sitting opposite her, is an absolute gentleman, the dress, the temperament, plus the furnishings and layout of the room, everywhere is full of low-key elegance, the little worm immediately blushed.
"It's over, it's over, it's a shame."
The little insect didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at people anymore, she sat up straight carefully, her hands rubbing the corners of her clothes under the table, and she couldn't wait to get into the white porcelain teapot in front of her, and never come out to see people again.
"If you like to eat, you can ask Walter to prepare what you like to eat for you every day."
Hannibal somehow ended his musings, looked at the worm with a smile,āā noticed that Hannibal's eyes were looking at him, and the worm suddenly became even more embarrassed, and her face was red to the base of her neck.
"Young people don't need to be constrained by circumstances like me, and how can they be restrained," Hannibal continued, "and besides, burps are the best compliment to a chef, isn't it?" ā
Hannibal's last words were said by looking at Walter, who nodded and replied:
"Yes."
With the two of them relieved of the siege, the little worm finally dared to raise her head, she hurriedly looked at Hannibal for a moment and then lowered her eyes again, thinking in her heart that such an understanding handsome old man, how could the turtledove raised by him not look like him at all?
"No, not every day," whispered the worm, "just come for a good dinner like this once in a while." ā
"Welcome, always welcome."
Hannibal gave Walter a look as he spoke, and the latter lightly put away the plates, and then pushed the cart out of the room, and when he left, he did not forget to give the worm an "extra smile", and the worm, who had finally calmed down, blinked twice, knowing that Walter was trying to make a match between Hannibal and the turtledove.
"It's a nuisance."
Worm couldn't help but sneer,āā where would she do such a thing, except for her biological father, who was thought to be dead earlier, and later his life and death were unknown, the one who was most like a father and daughter to Worm was Galahad, but when there was a problem with communication with Galahad, Worm's choice was to run away from home.
So expect a "bad girl" who will only run away from home to match the father-son relationship? This is how to think and how unreliable.
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As soon as Walter walked away, the atmosphere in the room warmed up a little and cooled down, but the silence did not last long, and Hannibal muttered for a moment, and then asked the turtledove:
"What about the outside world?"
Because of such a big meal, Walter gave the little worm a special look before leaving, and the little worm was afraid that the turtledove would quarrel with Hannibal if he didn't say a word, so she hurriedly took the conversation and said to Hannibal:
"It's really hard and dangerous."
"We've barely eaten a day since we left Mouse City, and for a while I almost forgot what it was like to be full, and I often ran out of water, and I couldn't even drink the most basic amount of water every day."
"At first, I thought that the wanderers who were more than three meters tall were already the most dangerous test subjects in the wasteland, but who would have thought that the test subjects I encountered later were at least four or five meters away, and the wanderers were simply pediatric in front of them, not worth mentioning."
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Hannibal kept smiling and listened to her tell her about her previous experience, while Turtledove looked at Worm with a puzzled face, wondering why she had suddenly become so talkative.
The little worm who was talking suddenly thought that this was a conversation between father and son, and what was going on with herself, so she closed her chatter box and said:
"You talk, you talk." (To be continued.) )