Ormer has always believed that a dinner party is a complex social ritual.

Generally speaking, food mainly serves people's physiological needs, but it also has a social aspect.

It depends on the historical and social context, and has become a social act today – people often arrange it for the purpose of discussing things and solving problems, so much so that eating itself becomes a secondary element.

When he was in the Devil's Realm Welfare House in the middle of the Bade District, Omer was used to eating alone.

Because there was a period of frenzy in that realm of 'the collective over the individual', after that, the repressed individuality was rebounded, and the concept of "individual society" is still emphasized to this day.

As a result of the growing encouragement of individualism and personal responsibility, even eating is a flaunt of the individual—your plate and your share of food act as a kind of personal boundary that people don't stretch.

So it is conceivable that when Omer was replaced by Morrison. When Linton adopted and brought him to the Boundary Gate District, how his ideas were impacted and expanded.

After all, people here even eat on a large plate or even a big bowl, and when they eat a dish, they show disorder and chaos.

There is a kind of cruelty of war.

Of course, with Omerna's unusual adaptability and receptivity, it is not a problem to fit in, and he will soon have to take charge of the house, facing many large dishes and bowls in the tableware at home.

He quickly overcame the anxiety that most Pader people would have when they came into contact with this type of culture: 'When sharing a dish with everyone, you will be very confused about how much you should eat, where to start, and whether you can get ahead of other people who are also hungry for it?' ’

In this sense, the degree of awkwardness of the Baide people is no less than that of the Far Easterners.

Of course, if you change to the Far Easterners, I am afraid that they will also add a sentence that is both true and false: 'Will they not have enough to eat?' 'To seek the 'Asassi', a specialty of the Far Eastern culture, but Omer was more influenced by the Eastern Yan culture after all.

When you think about these things, you just don't know what to say, especially since there are more than half of the penguin logistics in this dinner team.

Angels, Croissants, Texas, and Lapland, although the one at the end is barely counted, can also be counted as most of them.

Mostima is still on assignment, Miss Air's main business is Topstar, and logistics has long become a pastime in her spare time.

This sounds like a bit of a millionaire experiencing the subtlety of life delivery, but Mr. Iss is as long as ever in an office chair, which is probably inseparable from his desk.

Omer often feels that he should recommend a good labor security law, but when the other party has no opinion, he should not do more.

As a result, only one evil animal remains.

The Emperor would not have missed such a noisy occasion, but he did choose to refuse.

Saying something old in 'I don't want to get involved with you guys', like an old thing that will die in the aftermath, and then jumping up to give him a kick when he sees through what Omo is thinking.

This kick was naturally kicked in the air, and the buff that Omer was waiting for today hardly relaxed, and it was the same until this moment.

After all, at this moment, it is a dinner for two groups of people.

It's a dinner indeed.

Three and a half Penguin Logistics employees, three horse racing girls, and one Omer, the middleman -

- This combination doesn't look like it's just for dinner, it's more like some kind of business dinner, and a guy like him who is on both sides should be the busiest old unlucky guy.

He was indeed mentally prepared.

If you want to just introduce each other and even satisfy the gossip of some people, you have to come up with your psychological expectations for the reporters.

But it turned out to be the exact opposite.

The girls gathered together, clearly seeing each other for the first time, but there was no jerky sense of distance.

In the car before arriving at the restaurant, Omer had been squeezed into the corner by changing seats many times, silently listening to these people's self-introductions and knowing politeness.

The fast progress is already talking about women's topics such as cosmetics, such as croissant, Maruzensky and Kine.

The slower progress is the exchange of experiences in horse racing and logistics, and this group is obviously a representative of Chimei, Texas, and the talkative Angel of Energy and all kinds of curious Lapland.

The topics of the two groups of people sometimes mixed and intersected, and the number of places in the group also changed several times, so that Omer turned to the terminal several times-

INTERVIEWER It is not wise for a man to focus on women's topics, let alone to be able to understand them if they are involved.

His knowledge includes not only how to talk to people about hair and nails, but also how to deal with skin discomfort and broken fingertips caused by the misuse of makeup.

But either way, it's a good thing.

It may be embarrassing when you're ready to face a long gun and a short cannon, but the girls' interactions with each other only make Omer breathe a sigh of relief and realize that she had once again thought too badly.

If you think about it carefully, although these two groups of people are not familiar with each other, at least there is no social fear.

There are even suspected social terrorists mixed in.

I don't need to do anything by myself at all, but as the only man, I'm in the way in it.

Realizing this, he also focused more on the light screen, and until he arrived at the restaurant to choose a seat, he still sat in the corner, reluctantly recognizing that he was a burden in the female friendship.

Not only is it cumbersome, but it can also be a rice bucket.

Although there is no consumption of demonization, the changed physique can still give him an almost horse-like nutritional conversion rate, which is effective for getting rid of the juvenile body as soon as possible.

Although he can't become an adult in one meal, it's not difficult to grow a year or two old, so he temporarily abandoned his usual opinion-

A dinner party is not just a complicated social ritual, it can also be turned into a feast, as long as the participants have a zombie-like heart:

Eat, binge, eat! I'm eating, eating, eating!!

While eating wildly, he also maintained a basic dining demeanor, just to be inconspicuous, so that the angel on the side quickly said: "Eh, is this dish so small?" Gone so soon? Doubts.

It can only be said that there is a reason for someone to be alone for more than ten years despite his ability, but this is just as he wishes, the only problem is ......

The table was a bit big, and his arms weren't that long.

Of course, the Mage's Hand was able to solve such a small problem, but that was clearly not in line with his original intention of marginalization.

"You want this?"

"Yes, thank you...?"

Subconsciously took the dish handed by the pair of black chopsticks, and was slightly stunned, and saw that the chopstick-like black object quickly collapsed and retracted, shrinking into the shadow under the table, leaving only a red light outside.

But there is no murder, only hesitation.

That's Zaro.

What's going on here?

If it weren't for the Wolf Lord's art style, Ormo would suspect that he was also a member of a group.

From yesterday to today, he had been experiencing some inexplicable tricks, a feeling he had only seen in other people - on a big day like a birthday, there would be a group of people who were preparing for it without that person, so that that person was suspicious all day long.

But August 16 is obviously not a special day, his birthday is not today, and there is nothing else to celebrate, and the birthdays of Penguin Logistics colleagues are scattered in June, September, November and December - these people should not be excluded if they want to celebrate their birthdays.

Of course, Omer only had this suspicion, as if Penguin Logistics colleagues were also deliberately trying to squeeze themselves out of a topic.

At first glance, the free-play Remule seemed to be holding Chiaki in check, and from time to time Lapland inserted an unrelated question or two as they talked about the story of their respective fields, and Celenina was undecided, occasionally engaging in the topic, and occasionally pulling the topic back to Chiaki as if she were not cooperative.

In contrast, Kosong's chat with Miss Zhen Ji Ling and Maruken is much more harmonious, and there is no sudden change in the topic, just everything from cosmetics to hobbies to work and study fun.

The interests of the three of them were simply brilliant and colorful, and Ommerben avoided the topic of women, but he paid attention to the topic of constellations and business, and after listening for a while, he felt that there seemed to be a hidden confrontation in it, and the two seemed to have been snatching the sovereignty of the topic back and forth, or maybe it was just an illusion.

Because I don't know the style of these two groups of people chatting on weekdays, it's hard to say whether it's an illusion, but what can be determined is the familiarity that is perceived from time to time, not an illusion.

This did not prevent him from continuing to choose to eat and eat, until the end of the meal, when he suddenly received a message from Lapland:

[The guys you know are still quite difficult, huh? 】

【？ Slowly, Omer knocked out a question mark and looked diagonally across from Lapland, who was also looking up, smiling pleasantly in this direction, and then tapping his phone again.

[I originally said that I would accept the challenge, but I didn't expect Ke Song to surrender first, and I now refresh my impression of this group of Kuranta-like horse ears~]

[Challenge? 】

[Otherwise, if you don't eat, you will eat, and call us what to do?] You won't be sluggish in this regard? 】

[This kind of competition in this field is a little special]

[I'm not very interested, but who makes everyone can't stand the provocation, anyway, let's give it a step first, the remote support of the empty girl is also a little delayed after all, but a little nondescript]

You guys have extraterrestrial support for your weird topic exchanges?

Omer was a little speechless, and looked up at the croissant who was greeting the end, and Qianming who ran to the checkout, and the movements of others stretching their waists or collecting small bags, and he also stood up.

Thinking about whether to continue to wait for Penguin Logistics in the afternoon, or find a time when Suzi and Akane can't notice and smuggle back to the bedroom.

Why don't you let Bourbon scout first...... Just as he was thinking this, he listened to the voice that he had become a little accustomed to, with a bit of childishness and sweetness, and suddenly said:

"Trainer, can you go out for a walk with Karen?"

"......," Ormo said, looking back at the real machine who had taken a few steps.

In just a few steps, she stood in a position that was not very alert, but a little closer, so that people could better appreciate her beautiful, well-groomed beauty.

That's by Ormer's side.

He glanced at Chiaki and Maruzen, and even talked to her about Kosson, and Texas.

Then he pressed the phrase "I want to go home as soon as possible".

"Okay."

He said in a moment of silence.

The 1,000-month pass was added, although the enthusiasm was interrupted by the group chat halfway, but it still came out at night

(End of chapter)