bookandnovel 270: Dinner, And A Short Fable
270: Dinner, And A Short Fable
I do not know how long it has been.
Seeing that the book in Xiao Yuan's hand was almost finished, Augustus finally couldn't help but ended his prayer.
"Your Excellency Xiao Yuan, what book are you reading?"
Augustus came to the fireplace and asked with a smile.
"A bound book describing the anecdotes and strange events in the ancient times of your Maoxiong Kingdom."
Xiao Yuan raised the book in his hand and showed it.
"Bound volume?"
Augustus froze for a moment.
Seeing that the other party was still puzzled, Xiao Yuan handed the book to him.
The book fell into his hands, and Augustus bent over and almost staggered and fell.
"Be careful, it's heavy."
Xiao Yuan smiled.
Not only is it heavy, this book weighs at least twenty-five kilograms, who is so crazy to make this kind of book?
Augustus opened the book and read a few pages while cursing.
"Is this a bootleg book?!"
Augustus looked shocked.
Not only was it a pirated copy, but Augustus, who was keen on books, also keenly discovered that this book had just been printed.
What kind of insanity would print a pirated book in an apocalyptic environment, and it's a huge one!
"Of course it's a pirated version. If it's genuine, it won't be easy to sell." 173
Xiao Yuan took it for granted.
In fact, a few days before Xiao Yuan's departure, Anna and the others at the camp sorted out the existing materials about the ancient anecdotes and strange events in Mao Xiong Kingdom based on Xia Dilu's description.
Afterwards, everyone browsed together several times.
However, no ancient legends have been found that can match the characteristics of the location of the upper star gate.
That is to say, if he wants to find really useful materials, Xiao Yuan can only hope in the National Library, which has the complete history of his country.
But to pass the time.
Xiao Yuan asked Anna to organize the collected information into a paper book, so that he could take it out and double it when he was bored in Mao Xiongguo, to see if he could get lucky.
So, there was this scene not long ago.
Augustus returned the book to Xiao Yuan with a dark face.
"Your Excellency Xiao Yuan, I'm going to prepare for our routine tonight."
Augustus glanced at the wall clock on the wall, turned around and entered the room that looked like a kitchen.
Xiao Yuan continued to read with his head down.
I do not know too much.
The smell of boiled stewed potatoes wafted into the hall.
Xiao Yuan frowned slightly after smelling it.
Xiao Yuan doesn't mind eating stewed potatoes, because now is the end of the world, and stewed dried beans may be the best food for teaching.
But Augustus actually put something that shouldn't be in the food, which made Xiao Yuan more sure that the priest had something in his heart.
Soon, Augustus came out with two large dinner plates.
Xiao Yuan glanced at it.
On each plate were several stewed overripe potatoes poured with viscous soybean juice and two pieces of black bread on the side.
"Your Excellency Xiao Yuan, let's eat.
Augustus put the plate on the dancing table and greeted Xiao Yuan.
Xiao Yuan put the book on the wooden chair, went to the dining table, and picked up the silver knife and fork.
Cut off a small piece of potato along the back of the fork with a knife, and pick it up with the fork.
Augustus stared at Xiao Yuan closely.
When the stewed potatoes were about to be eaten, Xiao Yuan suddenly stopped.
Augustus was about to ask why not eat.
Xiao Yuan blew some hot air on the potato.
It's the end of the world, and you still feel hot?
Augustus couldn't help but slander in his heart.
Resources are scarce in the apocalypse. If it is a disaster victim in the apocalypse, let alone steaming shield potatoes, even (cabi) raw potatoes, they will eat them in big mouthfuls.
But soon, Augustus discovered that after Xiao Yuan took a few breaths of hot air, he still had no intention of continuing to eat.
"Father Augustus, I read a fable about your West in the book just now."
Xiao Yuan laughed.
"What fable?"
Augustus was puzzled.
"That's how the story goes."
"If someone comes into your house and eats your bread and salt, he is your guest, and you need hospitality."
"If violated, the consequences will be serious."
"Is there such a thing?"
Xiao Yuan asked with a smile.
How did he know I put medicine on my dinner plate?
Augustus was taken aback.
But then, he observed carefully, and after not noticing anything strange in Xiao Yuan's expression, Augustus was relieved.
Maybe a casual chat at a potluck.
Augustus consoled himself.
"Yes, if you hurt the guests, the host's family will become a group of moles, living in dark and damp burrows all their lives."
Augustus also smiled, picked up the silver tableware, ate a mouthful of stewed potatoes, and then nodded in satisfaction.
Xiao Yuan frowned.
His keen sense of smell told him that Augustus' share was also added.
Was it not intentional, but careless?
Xiao Yuan couldn't help thinking about it.
At this moment, the breath of Xilin waking up came from the perception force that was always paying attention to the second floor.
"Your Excellency Xiao Yuan, why don't you eat?"
asked Augustus.
"I think we need some better food to celebrate our aftermath, wait for me to go to Junjun."
After Xiao Yuan finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the garage.
Because Xiao Yuan didn't explain it, Augustus took it for granted that the snow buggy was Xiao Yuan's property from the beginning to the end.
Naturally, that heavy book was also brought down from the car by him.
However, Augustus was very puzzled.
It's just a snow buggy, after taking the materials necessary for escape, how much space and capacity is there to carry food?