At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 10 Eating hot pot and singing

The appearance of Los Santos and his group not only caused a sensation within the Bureau of Anomalies, but also caused a stir at the highest levels of the entire country.

……

Meanwhile, the group of Los Saints, who had caused a stir among the nation's top officials, were happily eating hot pot and singing songs at a night market in Yancheng.

Gulu gulu~

Oil bubbled and sizzled in the hot pot. Luo Sheng dipped a plump oyster in sesame oil and put it in his mouth: "Mmm~ Hot pot really does have to be dipped in sesame oil to be authentic. Dipping it in sesame paste is heresy."

"I think both sesame oil and sesame paste are delicious. Brother Luo, would you like some sliced ​​beef?" Maiduo asked, picking up a large piece of sliced ​​beef from the pot.

"Yes, give me all of it." Luo Sheng held out the oil dish and unceremoniously used his chopsticks to take all the fatty beef that Mai Duo had scooped up.

"Hey hey hey! Waaah~ Brother Luo is so mean." Mai Duo saw that all the beef slices she had fished out had been taken away, and she puffed out her cheeks unhappily. Finally, she sullenly put the raw duck intestines into the pot.

“Nonsense, Joan of Arc, do you think I’m the best person in the world to Maido?” Los Saint nudged the French country girl next to him who was eating a fruit salad with his elbow.

“Yes, in this world, the Master is indeed the best person to Mydo.” Jeanne nodded and said seriously, then continued to chew slowly with a piece of cantaloupe stuck in her mouth with a toothpick, her expression full of satisfaction.

She loves her current life. Whether it's going on missions to protect ordinary people or after battles, her Master always treats them to a big meal, just like a real family.

No, in this world, she and her Master are more than family.

"Sister Jeanne listens to Brother Luo the most." Maido puffed out her cheeks. In this unfamiliar world, Brother Luo was indeed the best to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do in a world where she didn't know anyone.

However, she had already lived in this world for almost half a year, so it was no longer unfamiliar to her; it was simply paradise to her.

"Xiaomao's cheeks are turning into a little squirrel's." Luo Sheng found it amusing to look at Maiduo's chubby cheeks.

Maido looked at Artoria beside her and couldn't help but giggle: "No way, it's Artoria who's going to turn into a little squirrel."

"What little squirrel?" Artoria looked up, her eyes full of confusion, then stuffed a large piece of cream cake into her mouth in two bites and swallowed it down with a gulp.

There was a whole stack of plates next to her, a total of 21 plates. Although each plate contained only one piece of cream cake, it was enough to feed an adult until they were half full.

Cakes and rice cakes, which are very filling ready-to-eat foods, are the biggest trap at buffets. Once you eat one, you won't be able to eat much of the expensive meat.

However, this trap doesn't apply to Artoria at all.

Maido said enviously, "Every time I see Sister Artoria eat so much and her stomach is still flat, it's amazing. I wish I had such a good appetite so I could eat my fill here."

Artoria touched her flat stomach: "Really? I've only eaten about half full."

Los Saint slowly chewed the sliced ​​beef he had scraped off Maido's chopsticks: "Artoria, don't you want some meat? I think meat tastes better than cake."

Artoria said seriously, "Eating meat like this is too troublesome. We can only cook a little bit each time, and it takes a long time to get full. If we were on the battlefield, we would have to fight on an empty stomach."

“So this isn’t a battlefield.” Los Saint raised an eyebrow. Although Artoria possessed modern knowledge, her mindset was still rooted in ancient Britain.

"Also, Los Santos, I think cake tastes better than meat." Artoria solemnly defended cake. In her time, there was no food as delicious as cake. Only nobles could afford white bread; commoners ate black bread. As for meat, commoners could also afford it.

Jeanne d'Arc then chimed in, "Yes, I also think Artoria is right. Cake is indeed tastier than meat."

"..." Luo Sheng slowly sipped the oysters, thinking to himself, it's pointless for me to talk to you two ancient people about which tastes better, cake or meat.

Although similar cakes existed before Christ, the real cake appeared in the 18th century. People in ancient times, who had only eaten coarse grains for a dozen years, naturally found cakes, which were considered a refined food, to be more delicious than meat.

"By the way, Master, there's something I'd like to ask you." Jeanne's expression turned serious as she thought of something.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so serious?" Luo Sheng asked, puzzled.

Joan of Arc's amethyst-like eyes held a hint of expectation: "Isn't there a patch of wasteland in the orchard where the fruit trees have been cut down? It's such a waste to leave it like this. Could I plant some wheat or beans?"

"Are you going to revive your country girl cooking skills?" Luo Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but tease him. I thought you were going to say something serious, but this is all?
Joan of Arc replied earnestly, "I felt bad seeing such good land lying fallow and overgrown with weeds, so I wanted to make use of it." She showed no embarrassment at being teased; after all, she was just a country girl, what was there to tease her about?
Los Saint said, "If you want to use it, then use it. You don't need to tell me." Even if the land is left barren, Bouyer will plant trees on it.

Joan of Arc said, "Los Saint is the lord of the manor, how can I make the decision myself?"

Artoria nodded in agreement: "That's right. To cultivate land owned by someone, you must have the owner's permission; otherwise, it's considered theft."

“That’s the mindset of your time.” Los Saint picked up a sandwich and shoved it into Artoria’s mouth. You should just keep eating.

Seeing this, Artoria stuffed it into her mouth in one gulp and swallowed it down.

She didn't think about the taboo of men and women touching each other when she was fed by men. In her view, it was not a waste of food, and it was normal to be fed by someone close to you. She also often gave the freshly baked bread to her subordinates.

Joan of Arc said happily, "Then I'll order some wheat seeds online tomorrow."

"What lord? I don't understand." Maido's eyes revealed a clear sense of stupidity.

"If you don't understand, then eat meat." Luo Sheng took the duck intestines that Mai Duo had been scalding in the pot out and put them all into Mai Duo's oil dish. He didn't like to eat animal intestines.

“Oh…” Maido lowered her head and ate her rice.

Just then, the Eye of God on Luo Sheng's waist lit up.

“Los Saint, Los Saint.” Buyer’s voice came from the Eye of God.

Los Saint looked down, somewhat surprised, and took off the Eye of God, placing it on the table: "Buyer, would you like me to bring you some food?"

After the Eye of God fell into this world, it became ownerless. After being modified by the true god Buyer, it was able to communicate directly with the Silver Tree and naturally, it could also contact Buyer directly.

“You know I can’t have it…” came Buyer’s helpless voice.

"As you requested, the awakening of my self-source potential has been fully completed. Shall I transfer it to you now?"

(End of this chapter)