Chapter 395 New London and Food

Sit down in the corner.

Three newspapers, a lot of complex information and text stacked.

‘The automatic differential machine technology has made a breakthrough, and the first large differential machine will be tested in the near future. ’

‘The outer industrial zone is being expanded, and the knight said that the claim that smog can cause pneumoconiosis is nonsense. ’

‘The royal family recently invited many foreign guests to arrive, saying that they would strengthen patrols and guards, and warned citizens to try not to go out after dark. ’

Ji Lin leaned on the relatively comfortable table and chair, flipping through the newspapers, with a breathing mask aside.

“Sir, your fish and chips, and the accompanying sauce.”

The young man in waiter clothes leaned over slightly and placed the food with a burnt yellow color on the plate in front of Ji Lin.

Ji Lin raised the iron knife to split the fried fish in the fish and chips in front of him into two halves, and frowned at the fried fish that was stuck to the plate and was greasy.

The air in the restaurant is much better than outside, perhaps thanks to the broken steam blower in the corner.

He tried his best to convince himself that this was made in the birthplace of fish and chips...pure fish and chips.

The freshly baked fish had no crispy texture, and the fried shell was as soft as if it had been left out of the pan for at least 24 hours. And the fries, why did they serve such soft fries.

Ji Lin took a deep breath and tried to convince himself that this was the meal he had ordered in this restaurant for five pounds.

The best way to understand a world is to taste the local food first. The food of a place will reflect the living habits of the people in this area.

Except under the St. George's Cross.

"Crack."

Ji Lin used a knife to separate another small piece from it, and gently dipped the whole piece of fish and chips in a little green sauce brought by the waiter.

The smell of gutter oil, dry and woody fish meat, and the uncontrollable fishy smell.

And the extremely sour taste of the sauce, the salty and sour taste.

In short, it is not sweet.

Ji Lin turned his eyes to the French fries beside him with difficulty. Although the French fries were soft, this ingredient made from potatoes should not be too unpalatable.

Sour.

The French fries without sauce showed sour characteristics.

He began to wonder whether the chefs in this place had a malfunctioning tongue or their taste buds were cursed from birth.

Here.

This is simply a hell of food.

Ji Lin wanted to get up and grab a passerby to see if they were disguised as lizardmen. How could they eat this kind of food that could almost be called cursed.

But those well-dressed people could deal with the plate of food in front of them without changing their expressions, and they could also maintain their manners and eat the...raw vegetables covered with sauce?

The potato stewed beef he found and made in the world of gas and steel was a hundred times more delicious than this food.

Ji Lin temporarily put down the newspaper in his hand and began to think about the problems of life.

The mission was secondary and could be considered later.

But he had to live in this damn world for at least half a year, which meant that he would have to deal with food in the core area of ​​St. George's Cross every day in the future.

Maybe the fish and chips were not good just because this shop was not suitable for fish and chips, and the customers around were more interested in bread and fruits and vegetables.

Ji Lin waved and called the waiter.

"Then, please give me a portion of the fruit salad on that table."

Radish flavor.

Three different fruit salads, all tasted like radish.

No matter what colorful appearance they had, with vegetable-like textures and an almost delicate and juicy green color.

Even crisp strawberries.

They only had one common core, radish.

And that sour sauce.

Twenty-fifth minute after the mission began.

The lord had begun to miss the food in the territory, and deeply reflected on his need to find food in the core area of ​​St. George's Cross.

The breakfast made by Jeanne, who also had blonde hair, and the dinner she made... No, even a soldier caught randomly in the territory could make a filling meal.

Jeanne seemed to be French?

Boiled potatoes sprinkled with salt may be more delicious than the food sold in this restaurant, at least it does not carry the malice from hell.

The big pot rice in the territory can even surpass this store by several streets, and the chefs there are all experts in this.

Ji Lin began to understand why the most famous restaurants in the UK serve French food, and even the state banquets serve French food.

In addition to the salty and sour sauces, do they have other sauces?

There is also a complimentary coffee, which is more like pot washing water than coffee. Perhaps only white sugar can save coffee.

But the traditional virtues in his bones made it impossible for him to abandon the food that had been served in front of him, but these foods that looked okay on the outside were full of the taste of the industrial age.

Full of the taste of industry.

He thought he should try again, and he called the waiter for the third time, exhausted, and asked for a 20-pound steak.

He didn't believe that such a big restaurant couldn't have a single edible food or a usable sauce.

"I want a steak with all your sauces."