Half an hour later ...

The main hall of the palace...

After thinking about it, Ouyang Song still felt uneasy, so he went to take a hot bath and was about to make an appointment with Chen Jinzhi.

The latter looked a little haggard and pale.

"Is it cold, do you want to eat something first?"

It was too uncomfortable to be hungry in the Broken Sky City, and of course Ouyang Song did not forget to eat, which he called "the first important thing in life", so as soon as he got home, he immediately ate a lot.

Like what, fat and oily braised pork, this is naturally not a problem. The big steamed chicken wrapped in lotus leaves is still steaming. The medium-rare steak, when it is cut open, must be intoxicating blood, so tender that people have nothing to say.

Compared with the exquisite dishes made by Yu Dabi in the Broken Sky City yesterday, Ouyang Song only felt that only at the current table, with big fish, big meat and big bowls, it was like eating.

"Nope. ”

Chen Jinzhi resigned. I don't know when he would hate greasy things, and even say nausea and vomiting. Seeing the big pig's trotters handed over by Ouyang Song, the fragrance was really fragrant, but Chen Jinzhi hurriedly avoided it. It felt like nausea. He felt like he was not swallowing properly, as if he was about to vomit because of the backflow of gastric juices.

"If you have it, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it, it's really hypocritical. ”

Ouyang Song took a big bite after speaking. Biting the skin, he tore off a large piece of pork diagonally. There was a very flavorful juice that flowed into his mouth.

But looking at Ouyang Song's expression of enjoying it so much, Chen Jinzhi suddenly felt that the pork juice was like waste water in a stinky ditch, which was unbearable.

“。。。 ”

Chen Jinzhi was silent, and found a place far away to sit down. There was really no way, in his opinion, the roasted whole lamb on the table could not be looked at directly.

The sheepskin had been roasted as thin as a layer of gold leaf, and the fat sheep's flesh was covered with layers of white fat. In other words, this foamy grease has a very thick layer that feels like dirt. The greasy smell, mixed with the fishy smell of mutton, wafted over in bursts.

"Ahem, ahem... ”

Chen Jin subconsciously covered his mouth and nose. It's disgusting...

But looking at Ouyang Song's red face, he couldn't say anything.