He changed Tiwat

Let the proud storm blow away the snow.

From a thousand winds

为了我们

Here it comes!

Our Wind God

As Han Fulai listened to Barbara's singing, his eyes gradually widened—he remembered what the melody of the song was!

The theme song of the original Ultraman series, "Ultraman Song"?!

Albert, the president of the fan club, took the lead by raising his hands and clapping along. Soon, all the members followed suit and raised their hands and clapped along.

The harp held in my hands

It radiates a dazzling light

The Glory of Freedom

From a thousand winds

For freedom

Here it comes!

Our Wind God

The fans in the audience then joined in, chanting, "Here he comes, our God of Wind!"

Han Fulai was about to raise his hand when Yura pressed it down again—obviously, nobles are not allowed to cheer at concerts.

He could only gently hum along to Barbara's rhythm in the Mond version of Ultraman.

Barbara's singing is coming to an end:

The zither in my hand

Ding-dong

Heroes who overthrew the nobility

From a thousand winds

For Mondstadt

Here it comes!

Our Wind God

After the song ended, Barbara bowed deeply to the audience in the stands.

Suddenly, Klee, who had been very well-behaved, jumped up, stood on the chair, and shouted behind her, "You can't fool a Bouncing Bomb!"

Meanwhile, members of Albert's fan club and others chanted in unison, "Sweetie is not as sweet as Barbara!"

Qin silently covered her face in her seat. She'd been so busy with work lately that she hadn't noticed, and now Klee had joined Barbara's fan club... and apparently even become one of the leaders...

Chapter 175 Getting a Severe Lesson from Yura [4k5]

After the opening ceremony of the "Badminton Festival", Sir Humphrey and his "fiancée" did not tour the city, but returned to the Goethe Hotel where they were staying.

It wasn't because I was tired or hungry, but because this was the "classroom" that Yura had found.

Han Fulai felt a little regretful—he hadn't been able to use the "handshake ticket" that the knight Risser had given him...

This is a rare opportunity to get up close and personal with the Mondstadt idols!

Barbara has always disliked being surrounded by fans, but at these "handshake events," she not only interacts warmly with them but also offers words of encouragement. According to Rither, "Barbara-sama's words are my pillar of support, bringing me warmth even on Dragon Ridge."

Of course, noblemen and noblemen with fiancées cannot participate in such indecent activities...

The two entered the hotel lobby, and a waiter immediately led them to the private room that had been reserved that morning.

In addition to its spacious interior, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Mondstadt, and exquisite decorations, the Goethe Hotel's private rooms also feature a Fontaineble-imported wind-up phonograph playing elegant operas from the Opiclad Opera House, making it far more luxurious than the Glass Pavilion and Crescent Pavilion in Liyue.

Although there were only two of them dining, there were six waiters standing on both sides of the private room. Each waiter was responsible for serving them, taking their order, serving the dishes, and clearing away the plates. The waiters performed their duties with the precision of a clockwork mechanism, which reminded Han Fulai of the family dinner he had at the "Dawn Winery".

In present-day Mondstadt, apart from the Gunnhildr Castle and the Legonfeld Estate, only the Goethe Hotel, which has been passed down from the Mondstadt royal family's "Morning Breeze Inn" to the present day, is qualified to serve as a teaching site.

As Yora's "fiancé," Sir Humphrey naturally had to arrange a high-end, elegant restaurant to meet Yora's parents. This was the most upscale restaurant in all of Mondstadt, retaining the royal style that had once catered to nobles—and, of course, the prices were also exorbitantly high.

Although the Goethe Hotel also stands in opposition to the old aristocracy, their slogan is indeed "providing guests with all the services they need." As long as you pay enough, their professional waiters can transport you back to old Mondstadt.

The luncheon will likely take two to three hours – and will cost over a million mora, half of which is for the waiters’ service.

What Yura wanted to teach Han Fulai was, in short, "dining etiquette".

Han Fulai originally thought that he had dined at high-end restaurants such as Liuli Pavilion and Xinyue Pavilion, and the people around him were either the Rock King or the Liyue Seven Stars. He thought he had seen the world and that he didn't need to relearn table manners... But he soon realized that he, born in the new society, could not imagine the behavior of the old aristocracy.

After the two sat down, Han Fulai habitually thanked the waiter who pulled out his chair and took his hat, but Yura coughed lightly to stop him.

"Don't thank those who serve you; nobles would never do that."

"Huh?" Han Fulai raised an eyebrow.

“We never say ‘thank you’ when we receive service; that’s proper etiquette. When someone serves you tea or water, you should never thank them and should pretend they don’t exist…” Yura explained.

As she said, the waiters who served them to their seats immediately retreated to the wall of the private room after doing their job, not even making a sound, as if they wanted to erase their existence.

"You call this 'etiquette'?" Han Fulai retorted.

Let alone the leader of the Qin Troupe, who is also a nobleman, even the Rock King Emperor would thank the waiter, okay?

“Yes, you may be rebelling against these absurd rules from head to toe, but that’s what nobility is all about.” Yura said, taking off her long-sleeved gloves and placing them on her lap.

In the etiquette of the old aristocracy, noblewomen were not allowed to remove their long-sleeved gloves except when dining. These white silk gloves, reaching to the elbows, were not only elegant adornments but also symbolized that the woman was "untouched." To the nobles of that time, a woman not wearing gloves was as if she were naked.

And these silk fabrics, which were constantly in contact with the delicate hands of noble ladies, could not, of course, be taken away by servants of low status.

Han Fulai thought for a moment, then asked with a thirst for knowledge, "If the waiters didn't exist, what would you do if you needed service?"

"Like this."

Yura simply raised her hand slightly.

The two waiters standing against the wall immediately stepped forward and handed Han Fulai and Youla a long napkin each.

“A good servant knows how to read people’s expressions and when to provide the right service to his master. You only need to reach out, and the service you need will automatically appear... If they fail to do so, it is a dereliction of duty on the part of the servant, and a dereliction of duty servant might have been executed in the royal era.”

Han Fulai mimicked Yura's manner, accepting the napkin without looking to the side—because the waiters were treated as if they didn't exist, so you couldn't look at them when accepting the napkin; you had to pretend that the napkin suddenly popped out of thin air.

"The napkins for lunch are 20 inches, those for afternoon tea are 12 inches, those for dinner are 26 inches, and those for cocktail parties are 8 inches. The napkins are different for different occasions. Nobles follow a set of specific rules for everything they do. If they get these rules wrong, they will be considered rude and ill-mannered."

"Now, follow my movements: unfold your napkin... then fold it in half... make sure the crease is facing you, then place it on your lap to cover your gloves. Any personal items not related to the meal, such as glasses, keys, gloves, etc., should not be placed on the table."

Han Fulai did as instructed, but then a new question arose: "Why do we have to fold the napkins ourselves instead of having them fold them for us?"

He even wanted to ask, why don't you just let someone else feed you?

Yura gave a soft hum: "Don't ask so many questions, just do it."

Well, she didn't really know why. She taught Han Fulai exactly how her childhood etiquette teacher had taught her…

"You also need to learn how to use a napkin. After you finish eating, wipe your mouth with the inside of the napkin and gently pat the corners of your mouth. Remember, don't wipe, pat."

Han Fulai's questions didn't stop there: "Wait, this doesn't make sense... What if the food wasn't on the corner of your mouth? And how could you clean it off by just patting it?"

Yura pursed her lips. "You're right. But nobles don't need logic."

That's a perfect answer.

Yura gestured for him to look at the dining table that stood between them. In the center of the table were candlesticks and flowers, the windmill chrysanthemums, a specialty of Mondstadt, symbolizing "visible wind".

On either side of the candlesticks and flowers, the tableware they would use later was neatly arranged. The distance between the tableware seemed to have been precisely calculated, and the spacing between everything was exactly the same, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

In fact, their distance was indeed measured with a ruler.

The waiter will carry a wooden ruler with him to measure the spacing between items.

Chairs and tables, plates and cups... everything must be placed with perfect precision, according to the markings on the ruler.

"Before they serve the food, let me explain how to use the cutlery to you."

"Well, I remember we've eaten together a few times before, haven't we?" Han Fulai subtly hinted to Youla that he wasn't so clueless as to not even know how to hold a knife and fork.

Yura nodded seriously, "Yes, that's why I'm sure you don't know how to use cutlery at all."

Han Fulai's lips twitched; this woman really didn't give him any face at all.

“First, there’s the position of your hands. During a noble’s meal, except when you pick up your cutlery, please make sure your hands don’t touch the table at all other times.” Yura gestured with her hands suspended on the table, then put them back under the table. “When you’re not holding cutlery, don’t let anyone see that your hands are empty.”

Han Fulai realized that his hand had been resting on the edge of the table, so he quickly put it down.

"Then, look at the tableware in front of you. Do you see those three wine glasses?"

Han Fulai nodded. This really needed Yura to explain. Shouldn't one cup be enough for a normal meal? Why put three empty cups in front of you?

"There will always be three glasses in front of you, and you need to choose the appropriate glass based on the dish being served."

Yura's fingers lightly touched the rims of the three cups.

"The largest one is for red wine, the medium one is for water, and the smallest one is for white wine. Red wine goes with red meat, such as beef, lamb, and pork; white wine goes with white meat, such as poultry, fish, and seafood. Different dishes require different wines, which is not only a matter of etiquette but also enhances the flavor of the food."

"Then, what's the glass of water in the middle for?" Han Fulai asked.

“It’s for rinsing your mouth. You drink water between dishes and drinks to get rid of any lingering taste in your mouth and make sure you can better savor the next dish,” Yura replied.

Although it was troublesome, it did make some sense, so Han Fulai silently memorized the troublesome rules.

“Next up are the cutlery.” Yura guided Han Fu to look at the next part.

Three sets of cutlery are symmetrically arranged on either side of the round plate. On the left are three forks arranged from largest to smallest, and on the right are a spoon and two knives.

“Observe the cutlery in front of you, make sure it is sparkling and without any other marks. Nobles do not use flawed items. Well-trained servants will not touch the cutlery without gloves, because that would leave fingerprints on the silver. Hmm, the Goethe family does a good job in this regard.”

She picked up the knife and fork in front of her.

"Fork in the left hand, knife in the right. Choose the appropriate cutlery for each dish. If you can't remember the order, just... well, take the cutlery from the outside in, and you'll be all set."

"I know that." Han Fulai smiled, thinking to himself, "Finally, I understand."

"That's all you know," Yura retorted without any politeness.

“Listen, there’s a specific way to place used cutlery. While you’re waiting for your food, you should arrange your cutlery in an inverted V shape on your plate, like this…” Yura demonstrated to him step by step. “And once you’ve finished eating, remember to place your cutlery diagonally to the right of your plate at the four o’clock position. When you do this, the servant will take the plate away.”

"According to the aristocratic theory, shouldn't the waiter automatically remove my empty plate based on how much food is left on it?" Han Fulai couldn't help but ask.

Yura shook her head. "If you don't like the dish, you can just place your knife and fork like this, and the servants will understand. Otherwise, they won't dare touch the plate in front of you. Besides, this way you don't have to show your dislike for the dish in public, avoiding embarrassment for the host."

You leave a huge pile of food on your plate and ask someone to take it away. Anyone with eyes can see that the food is awful—but as long as you don't say anything and ask them to take it away, it can be pretended that nothing happened... Hmm, that's quite similar to the civil servant code of conduct.

Yura gestured with her knife and fork to mark an area on her plate, and continued, "Discarded items, such as fish bones and olive pits, should be placed in the upper left corner of the plate, while sauces should be placed in the lower right corner. Don't mix them up. When you first had breakfast with me, you spilled the sauce on the upper left corner of your 'Mondstadt Potato Pancakes'."

Han Fulai maintained a polite yet slightly awkward smile, thinking to himself, "You try coming to Liyue next time, and see how I'll make fun of you then..."

Yura put down her knife and fork and picked up the spoon again.

Do you know what this is for?

"A spoon?" Han Fulai hesitated for once.

Although he saw it as just an ordinary spoon, it was a different story when it came to the etiquette of the old aristocracy…

“This is a meat broth spoon,” Yura emphasized. “Depending on the type of dish, there will also be egg spoons, melon spoons, grapefruit spoons, jam spoons, teaspoons, and other different utensils…”

"...I think all the spoons are the same," Han Fulai complained.

Yura gracefully put down the spoon that was called the "meatball spoon".

“I also think they are not much different, but nobles must be able to distinguish them. In fact, the meat spoon is used to scoop the broth from the small plate, while for the large plate you must use a soup spoon, which is about one centimeter wider than the meat spoon.”

Han Fulai muttered under his breath, "I've been to noble banquets before, and the Leigenfender family doesn't have as many rules as you do."

Yura's lips curled slightly: "That's why the Lawrence family usually calls the Leggenfender family 'nouveau riche'."

Han Fulai shook his head, leaned back in his chair, and made a gesture as if to say, "Spare me."

Even with this simple action, Yura had to complain: "Get up, your back absolutely cannot touch the chair back!"

"...Can't a chair with a backrest be used?" Han Fulai thought this was a tongue twister.

Yura nodded firmly: "The chair back is not for leaning against; it's just a decoration and a handle for servants to pull out the chair for you. My etiquette teacher once hid a knife in the chair back to force me to sit up straight."

"...Can't you nobles even eat in peace?" Han Fulai tried hard to suppress the urge to argue.

As if she could read his mind, Yura said, "Actually, this is already a simplified version of dining etiquette. If it were at the Lawrence's house... well, you have to change clothes before breakfast, and if you want to go for a walk or ride a horse, you have to change into another set of clothes for going out. Before lunch, you have to change into another set of clothes for the meal, and if you want to sit down to read or visit friends in the afternoon, you have to change into another set of clothes... In fact, a nobleman spends almost half of his day changing clothes."