Egg fried rice with chives?
At first, Cisia refused. Although she had never heard of this food, she hated eggs. No matter how it was cooked, she would always find it fishy. Of course, it would be a different story if it was made by a gourmet wizard. But Head Maid Mana was just an ordinary auntie. She could not possibly be a gourmet wizard.
More importantly, she saw a whole pot of oil in the kitchen to make the shredded eggs, which made her even more repulsed.
She had never liked oily food since she was young. She always found the oil to be fishy. Fishy and fishy. The combination of the two tastes she hated the most made her feel repulsed both physically and mentally.
If it were not for Head Maid Mana's enthusiasm, she would have turned around and left already.
However, no matter how enthusiastic Head Maid Mana was, she still did not want to eat egg fried rice with chives. She was already thinking about how to reject the invitation of Head Maid Mana in a tactful and harmless way.
Maybe "I'm full" would be a better excuse?
However, before Cisia could find the right time to reject, Head Maid Mana had already placed a porcelain plate full of golden rice in front of Cisia with a smile on her face.
Looking at the long rice wrapped in shredded eggs and the green onions, Cisia, who wanted to reject at first, had this familiar feeling for the second time today. Her mouth was watering.
The last time was when she was drinking the cream of mushroom soup.
"Try it quickly. I brought you a spoon. It's best to use chopsticks to eat this egg fried rice with chives, but chopsticks are hard to learn. It took me a long time to learn how to use them, so I think it's better to use a spoon. "Head Maid Mana sat opposite Cisia and said with a smile.
What are chopsticks? This question flashed through Cisia's mind, but she did not ask. Her mind was completely captivated by the egg fried rice.
Should I try it? It smells good. Maybe it's actually not bad?
If it doesn't taste good, I'll just give it a try.
Thinking of this, under Head Maid Mana's expectant gaze, Cisia could not help but reach out with her trembling hand. She picked up the spoon and scooped it into the golden rice mountain.
She put a small spoonful into her mouth and chewed lightly.
Cisia was stunned.
So … so fragrant!
Previously, he thought that it was raw, fishy, and oily, but when he actually ate it, it was dry and fragrant. Moreover, every grain of rice was stained with egg shreds, which made it very satisfying to chew.
She didn't taste anything fishy … Perhaps this body made her taste buds less sensitive? This seemed like a good idea.
Without the raw taste, Cissy began to put spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. The more she chewed, the more delicious it became. She couldn't help but look satisfied.
It smelled a little like hot salty cheese poured over the blackberry. But compared to the combination of cheese and black beans, this was looser and not too greasy or salty. Although she still preferred the relatively light cream of mushroom soup, the taste of this onion egg fried rice was definitely not inferior to the cream of mushroom soup.
Its unique taste even surpassed that of the cream of mushroom soup.
"It's not bad, right?" Head Maid Mana could tell from Sisya's expression that she didn't dislike the taste of egg fried rice.
"I was worried that you couldn't eat onion. I was going to make you a plate of egg fried rice without onion later, but since you can eat onion, it's not a problem."
Cisia: "So this green dish is onion. It does taste a little strange, but it's very harmonious when eaten with shredded egg."
Head Maid Mana: "According to Mr. Jon, onion can suppress the fishy taste of the egg and make it taste better."
"So it's used to neutralize the fishy taste." Cisia suddenly understood. No wonder she didn't smell anything fishy at all.
Talking or making loud chewing noises while eating was considered impolite in the etiquette of the Baiyuan people. And Cisia was a model lady who had received a good education, and she had always followed these etiquette.
But at this moment, in the face of Head Maid Mana's kind smile, Cisia didn't care about the etiquette of the Baiyuan people at all.
There weren't many Baiyuan people left, and it was ridiculous to hold on to these old, old-fashioned rules as commandments.
"Head Maid Mana, can I ask you a question?"
Mana nodded cheerfully: "Of course. Also, Miss Cisia, just call me 'Auntie'. It's too formal to call me 'Head Maid'. "
"Okay." Cisia nodded with a smile. "I just want to ask, is this onion fried rice a specialty of this place?"
Head Maid Mana covered her mouth and chuckled. "I've been asked this question a lot in real life. I didn't think I could get away with it in the dream wasteland."
"Oh, it's not a specialty of the dream wasteland. It's a dish from Mr. Jon's hometown. Speaking of which, my egg fried rice isn't the best. I'm the third best in the manor at best. "
"The best is Mr. Jon, and the second best is Mister Padt."
Cisia was surprised. "Angor can cook?"
Head Maid Mana: "Not Mister Jon, but Mister Jon. Jon has learned how to cook egg fried rice before. But for some reason, his food always tastes strange. Sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's just plain. "
"On the other hand, Eldest Young Master has always doted on Little Young Master. He knows that Little Young Master loves Mr. Chown's Egg Fried Rice the most, so Eldest Young Master specially learned how to make Egg Fried Rice with Chives for Little Young Master. Young Master's cooking skills are very high, and he often adds some other ingredients as embellishments. Not only does it not ruin the taste, but it also makes it more fragrant and delicious. I can't do that anyway. "
Cisia suddenly realized that Angor had an elder brother. And they seemed to be quite close.
"If Jon is the best cook, why didn't he cook for Angor? Why did Angor's brother do it? "
"Well, it's because of Mr. Chown …" Before Head Maid Mana could finish her sentence, she heard footsteps outside the door.
Then, a voice came from outside. "Because Mr. Jon's hands are more suitable for playing the piano or doing academic research. It's such a waste to use them for egg fried rice. "
"It's Mister Jon!" Mana's eyes lit up when she heard the voice.
As she expected, Angor soon walked in.
While Mana was happy to see Angor, Cisia frowned as if she thought of something. She gave Mana a cold glance, and the atmosphere in the dining hall suddenly became tense.
Before Mana realized what happened, Angor greeted her. "Good day, Head Maid Mana."
"Good day," Mana replied politely.
"I have something to discuss with Miss Cisia. May I trouble Head Maid Mana to make us some tea?"
Mana knew that Angor had something private to discuss, so she nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Please wait a moment, Mister Jon and Miss Cisia."
Mana gently bowed to the two of them, and then slowly retreated.
Angor walked to Cisia. "What do you think? Do you like the egg fried rice? "
Cisia did not answer the question. "Head Maid Mana is a good person."
"So?"
"So I don't want to answer your question."
Angor looked at Cisia's serious expression and somehow understood what she meant.
She did not want to see Angor, so she wanted to answer the opposite way. But Mana was the one who made the egg fried rice, and Cisia believed that Mana was a good person. She did not want to go against her conscience and say that the rice was bad, but she also did not want to tell Angor that it was good. So, she chose not to answer the question.
It was a strange way of thinking, but Angor believed that he was right.
As for why Cisia did not want to see him … Her question made it clear.
"You can pinpoint my location, and you know when I'll enter the dream wasteland?" Cecilia asked.
Although it was a question, Cissy said it in a confident and disdainful tone. Clearly, she believed that Angor was spying on her, and she was not in a good mood.
Angor wanted to find an excuse to fool her, but he decided to be honest. "I control one of the powers of the dream wasteland — Dream Gate. It's also the reason why the wasteland became so prosperous when other people appeared. I can also use this power to mark certain people, and when they enter the wasteland, the power will alert me.
"These people include the ancestor souls of Brute Cavern, the overseer of Brute Cavern, my professor … and some others who I think need special treatment, including you."
Sisya was still annoyed at first, but she was a little surprised after hearing Angor's explanation.
A power?! A power in this world could be controlled by a human? Why did he have to tell her this? How could he tell her something so important?
Angor chuckled as if he saw through Cisia's thoughts. "I'm not the only one who has such a power. My power is the most convenient. I can locate people at any time, and I can also change their positions according to my will.
But I won't use my power unless it's something important. "
Cisia gave Angor a thoughtful look. She was quite satisfied with Angor's honesty. At least, she was not so annoyed about being spied on.
"Then why do I need special treatment?"
Angor gave Cisia a doubtful look. "Isn't it obvious? Have you forgotten what you asked me when we were in the box? "
"My answer is still the same. Because you're a Baiyuan."
"Aren't there other Baiyuan people in the dream wasteland?"
"Yeah. That's why I marked them as special people."
Cisia didn't know what to say when she saw Angor's confident expression … because Angor was right.
Besides, Angor's "special people" included the higher-ups of Brute Cavern. She didn't think there was anything to complain about.
Angor knew that Sisya had been tricked. "If you want to know more, you can find it yourself or go to Freud in Firmament Tower to ask him. Let's put that aside and talk about my business. "
"Your business? What is it? "
"It's urgent."
"Urgent?" Cisia was confused. "You're not backing away, are you?"
"Backing away? What do you mean? "
"Based on the time you've left my place, most of you shouldn't have left the alternate dimension yet," said Cissia. The only thing I can think of is that you were attacked. If you're still protected by the runes, there's only one possibility. You backed away.
"Because the runes won't follow you if you back away. So, if you backed away, you'll fall into the void. If someone really did fall into the void, like the two apprentices, give up. You can't save them. As for you, you should know how to break the plane passageway and leave this place. "
"You're keeping monsters in the void?"
Cisia: "That's right. Don't ask me what kind of monsters I'm keeping, why I'm keeping them, or what's in the void … I can't answer any of those questions. I don't even know the answer to some of them. "
Since Cisia didn't give up on asking about the secret of the dimension, Angor had to give up on asking about it for now.
Instead, he went back to the main topic.
"None of us backed away. I meant something else," Angor said. "The Dark Earl left the dimension and went to the Stairs of Hanging Prison to investigate. The situation there is more unusual than I thought."
He paused and looked at Cisia. "I want to know how much you know about the Stairs of Hanging Prison. Also, when was the last time you learned about the Stairs of Hanging Prison? "
…
A moment later, Cisia left Padt Manor with Head Maid Mana's hand.
Cisia wanted to know more about the place, so she decided to go to Heaven's Tower. Head Maid Mana was also going to Heaven's Tower to report on her work, so they went together.
Meanwhile, Angor was still sitting in the dining hall on the second floor with a frown.
He received a piece of bad news from Cece. The Stairs of Hanging Prison that Cece knew about was from six years ago.
Six years was nothing to Cisia, who had lived for more than ten thousand years. However, considering how cowardly the wood spirit in the Stairs of Hanging Prison was, there was a chance that something could happen every second and minute in the next six years.
Perhaps, it suddenly had the intention to leave during these six years?
However, it wasn't all bad news. There was one piece of relatively good news.
The bottom floor of the Stairs of Hanging Prison didn't break down now. It was already broken before the wood spirit went to the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
However, the broken parts were only the walls and corners. These places were not covered by the magic array. No matter how good the materials were, they would be eroded by time.
The most important places, such as the main hall and the stairs, were still basically intact.
If everything went well, as long as the magic array wasn't destroyed, it could still last for another thousand years.
Now, the good news and the bad news were equal. The wood spirit might still be playing dead in the Stairs of Hanging Prison. However, the wood spirit had to know that the magic array could last for another thousand years. If it didn't, it would still be very likely that the wood spirit would go somewhere else while looking at the broken buildings around it.
As for whether the wood spirit was still there, Angor had to go and see for himself.
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