Chapter 166 Do You Call This a Commonplace Meal?

"Hmph, that's about the same."

Ning Rongrong smiled and then happily introduced his two friends to his father.

"Dad, these two are friends I met when I went out. This is Hemingway and this is Zhu Zhuqing."

After speaking, Ning Rongrong said to Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing again, "This is my father. This is Grandpa Bone, who loves me the most."

"I have seen Sect Master Ning. I have seen His Majesty Bone Douluo."

After all, they were also Ning Rongrong's elders, so Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing didn't dare to neglect them, and hurriedly greeted them as juniors.

"Yeah." Bone Douluo nodded lightly in response, then squinted at Hemingway, wanting to see what was so good about this kid. He was able to steal the heart of his little princess.

"Sure enough, he is a hero, and he has such strength at a young age." Ning Fengzhi looked at Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing and said, "If you don't mind, just call me Uncle Ning. Based on your relationship with Rongrong. , it would be too much to call the sect master."

"Uncle Ning."

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a while, and then they followed suit. It's just a name anyway. And it's really close to calling it that.

"Um."

Ning Fengzhi nodded with a smile, and then said, "Standing at this gate is not the way to entertain guests. Come in, two little friends."

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing are both indispensable.

So everyone walked into the gate, crossed the rockery, waterside pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, and finally took their seats in the solemn reception hall.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat of the hall, and next to him were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, two Titled Douluos.

"I think that Mingwei's little friend Qi Yu is extraordinary. I don't know where he came from to cultivate such a talented person." Ning Fengzhi smiled and began to speak calmly. Wondering where Hemingway came from. As for Zhu Zhuqing, he knew from the name and Wuhun that he was from the Xingluo Zhu family.

"To be honest, this junior is from the sea, but from Seagod Island." Naturally, Hemingway had nothing to hide, and directly revealed his origins.

"Oh, I never thought that the little friend was actually from Seagod Island." Ning Fengzhi's face was shocked, it really wasn't fake. As the leading power in the mainland, he is no stranger to Seagod Island.

I just know that I know, but this is the first time I have seen a spirit master from Seagod Island.

Next, the two chatted happily.

Most of the questions were asked by Ning Fengzhi, and Hemingway answered. The only thing I ask is how old you are, if you are married, if you have a girl you like, what kind of girl you like... It's like checking your hukou.

The more Ning Fengzhi looked at Hemingway, the more satisfied he became. Hemingway was a good candidate for a quick son-in-law in terms of background and talent. The more Ning Rongrong next to him listened to the conversation between the two, the redder his face became, and he buried his head deeply in the end. As for why? His father's appearance as his son-in-law is too obvious. Ning Rongrong was not a fool, how could he not know what he was doing?

If it was someone else, Ning Rongrong would have already stepped forward to make trouble. But the object was Hemingway, a man she didn't dislike, and even had a huge affection for... But for a while, she felt shy in her heart, and her whole person was about to become an ostrich.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was on the side, looked at the two of them asking and answering questions with a blank expression, but he was a little irritable in his heart and wanted to interrupt their conversation loudly. But reason made her unable to do such a thing. Because thinking about her background, thinking about the pressure from the Star Luo Empire, thinking about her own fiancé in name... She really didn't have the courage to speak.

Fortunately, at this time, a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School entered the hall, bowed his body and saluted, "Sect Master, the banquet has been arranged."

Ning Fengzhi, who was chatting vigorously with Hemingway, woke up like a dream, then said with a smile, "It's getting late, little friend Mingwei, why don't we sit at the table and chat while eating?"

"Uncle Ning is very polite."

Hemingway, of course, readily agreed.

So everyone left their seats and walked out of the hall. Under the leadership of the attendant, I came to a room with ventilation on all sides. The facilities here are extremely elegant, giving people a feeling of relaxation and comfort.

A large round table is placed in the center, and it has been filled with various delicious delicacies, and the aroma that makes people drool is blowing. Obviously this is a banquet in the form of a reception for guests. I really don't treat him like an outsider.

Everyone was seated, Ning Fengzhi sat in the first place, smiled at Hemingway and said, "A little bit of everyday food, I hope you don't dislike the shabby."

You call this a commonplace meal?

Although there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to spit out, on the surface, Shanghai Mingwei smiled gracefully and said, "Uncle Ning is very polite. Such delicious food can never be called shabby."

Even though he knew that Ning Fengzhi was being polite, Hemingway still had the urge to complain after hearing what he said. He is not some kind of Yamano villager. As the prince of the Star Luo Empire when he was a child, he also went to the royal family during the festivals.

And judging by his criteria as a prince, the dishes on this table were definitely not shabby. It can even be said to be extremely rich.

Among the dishes on the table, those who swim in the water, those who walk on the ground, those who fly in the sky... There are all kinds of dishes. Moreover, the ingredients for making these dishes are not ordinary animals, they are all soul and beast meat that is not too young. Each dish only takes the most essential part of the meat of the whole soul beast and cooks it.

To put it bluntly, it is no exaggeration to have thousands of gold coins for a dish.

In addition to meat, there are also vegetarian dishes. They are all plant-type soul beasts, and they are also very beneficial to eat... Hemingway estimates that such a large table of dishes will cost hundreds of thousands, or even millions of gold coins. Is this still commonplace?

Was it so exaggerated that Ning Rongrong had to eat hundreds of thousands of gold coins for a meal?

Who can afford her.

Hemingway felt that even as a suzerain, he probably wouldn't be able to eat so well. After all, if a meal really costs millions of gold coins, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is no longer rich, or rich enough to rival a country. But it is really the kind of rich who burns too much money, and will be punished by God.

After some courtesies.

The crowd began to dine and enjoy delicious food.

I have to say, there is a saying that makes a lot of sense.

High-end ingredients often only need to be cooked in a simple way to bring out the most perfect taste!

Obviously these ingredients are not cooked and seasoned in such a complicated way. But just letting these ingredients bring out their own flavors is already a rare delicacy.

Hemingway ate the food gracefully, and received aristocratic education in the Star Luo Empire since he was a child, and some habits have long been deeply rooted in his bones. Therefore, even if he has been living on a deserted island since he was six years old, the demeanor that is almost integrated into instinct makes him not stage fright, and his performance is generous.

When Ning Fengzhi was eating, he was also quietly observing Hemingway's eating posture. It was found that his natural etiquette was obviously educated by an orthodox aristocrat. In my heart, I couldn't help but feel that his origins were definitely unusual. I am afraid that on Sea God Island is also the kind of person whose status is extremely noble.

Zhu Zhuqing was also eating quietly, but when he took time to look at Hemingway, he was stunned for a moment. There was a wave of confusion in his heart, and he was a little puzzled.

Because of Hemingway's attitude when eating, and some small etiquette gestures, it may not seem to others. But from the point of view of her, who came from a nobleman of the Star Luo Empire, she was all too familiar. Because some actions are ceremonial actions that only the Xing Luo royal family can do.

"Is it a coincidence? Or does he have something to do with the Star Luo Empire?" Zhu Zhuqing suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to eat quietly. It was just this question that had already left an impression on her mind.