Has It Come Out?

"It's all booked. They should be waiting outside the restaurant by now. I've finished eating." Rita put down her knife and fork.

Of everyone present, Rita was the slowest eater—relatively speaking.

After Rita finished eating, the group paid the bill and left the restaurant.

"Hi~ boss." Natasha, dressed in a black suit, leaned against the door of the luxury car and waved to Liu Bai.

This person... isn't surprising at all.

"Nata? By the way, isn't this your car?"

Liu Bai pointed to his black sedan, whose brand he couldn't identify, and asked.

"It's provided by Schicksal, so I can't just let you ride in any car," Natasha explained, her face slightly flushed, as she opened the car door. "Please get in."

"I'll sit in the passenger seat."

Liu Bai walked around for a moment, then opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

With one man and four women, it wouldn't feel right if he sat in the back, no matter how the others were seated. It would be better if he sat in the passenger seat.

But then again, it wouldn't be a problem if they just rode in any car. What kind of lineup are those four?

Even the weakest Ragna is at least an S-class floor tile, the strongest Bianka is equivalent to the peak of humanity, and there are two Herrscher. If this lineup can be intercepted and killed on the train, then there's nothing else...

Adding Natasha doesn't actually provide any significant improvement.

"By the way, was that suit you wearing also provided by Schicksal? I thought you would just wear the Schicksal uniform directly."

After Liu Bai fastened his seatbelt, he asked.

"You should try out new outfits every now and then..." Natasha seemed a little guilty. She was starting to pay more attention to her clothes now, but she wasn't very good at it. "Our destination is Manchester, right? Please sit down."

Whether it was because the car provided by Schicksal was too good or Natasha was driving too fast, the journey that was originally scheduled to take four or five hours was completed in less than three hours.

"This street is quite nostalgic."

Ragna smiled as he looked at the flower shop outside the car.

"I Rita you here back then, didn't I?"

"Yes."

Rita opened the door while laughing.

"Mom and Dad, I'm home."

Rita opened her arms and hugged the middle-aged couple at the entrance of the flower shop.

Then Rita turned around and pulled Liu Bai, who had just gotten out of the car, over, and proudly leaned on his shoulder. "This is my man, your son-in-law, Liu Bai."

"Oh my..." The middle-aged man, wearing a gray-white wool sweater and with slightly graying temples, was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The way they said and acted as if their daughter was determined to marry no one else was clear.

"Joseph Losweiser, this is my wife, Ella."

Roseweather? Hmm... from a male perspective, it should actually be something like Roseweather.

Although the pronunciation is the same, Liu Bai still couldn't help but mentally go through the Chinese translation.

"Hello, I'm Liu Bai. Lately, um..."

I'm sorry, it seems all my preparations were useless, and I have absolutely no idea how to say anything polite.

Or you could just say something like, "Please hand my daughter over to me..."

"Boss, I'll be going now. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Before Rita could speak, Natasha interjected, which helped Liu Bai out of his predicament, as he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, you can go now." Liu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Joseph, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time, thanks to your daughter."

"No, that's what my husband and I should be saying," Joseph said politely.

After all, they could see the changes in their daughter from before to now.

"Long time no see, Uncle and Aunt," Bianka greeted them.

"Oh, Miss Bianka, it's been a long time. By the way, is this lady next to you... Ms. Ragna?"

Yes... yes.

Ragna felt strangely involved in the occasion.

"We heard about you before... it seems you've had quite a few troubles along the way."

Joseph stopped halfway through his sentence, realizing that it involved his daughter's business and there was no need to pry; as long as the outcome was good, that was enough.

"And who is this...?" Joseph looked at Alisa was peeking out from behind Liu Bai and Rita.

If it weren't for the discrepancy between age and appearance, he would have thought from the actions that this was his daughter and this young man's illegitimate child.

"My apprentice, Alisa."

I couldn't find the settings, so I just picked two common names.

Chapter 594 Has the Incident Occurred?

Apprentice...

The couple's expressions were subtle, but then they remembered that their daughter had come home one day when she was little and was also very interested in becoming an excellent maid, so they smiled.

"Please come in, everyone. We will prepare dinner shortly."

"Speaking of which, I feel that you... Dad, are exactly the kind of British gentleman I've always imagined."

Liu Bai, who was helping to wash vegetables in the kitchen, muttered to Rita as he watched Joseph sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper.

"I'll take that as a compliment on behalf of Dad—but, dear, what's your image of an 'English gentleman'?"

"Um... I mean, the kind of middle-aged man with graying temples, refined and easygoing, dressed... either like Sherlock Holmes, or like this very simple and understated wool sweater? And preferably wearing gold-rimmed glasses, or a monocle? Like he could pull out some kind of gold or silver pocket watch at any time."

"Eh... these are really undisguised stereotypes—the kind of stereotypes from the 18th and 19th centuries."

Rita wore a teasing expression.

"It's a pity that, apart from his appearance and personality, Dad doesn't meet your standards at all, dear—by the way, didn't you also spend some time in Britain with the two PhDs?"

"Well, the Imperial Research Institute is full of strange people. British gentlemen are a rare breed there, and Einstein and Tesla are the kind of people who would avoid Britain restaurants even when they're eating out."

"I can understand the research institute... but speaking of food, fish and chips don't actually taste that bad, do they?"

"Not bad? I think regional taste plays a pretty big role." Although Liu Bai wasn't that prejudiced against Britain food, he still had some prejudice. "I think the most problematic thing is actually stargazing."

"... Even I, a native-born Britain, had never heard of such a thing before I got my hands on the internet. It's just some kind of local weird food. I think there are quite a few of these kinds of dishes in the world."

Rita gave a slightly sarcastic smile.

"Although I've never made it, in terms of ingredients, flour, fish, eggs, salt, pepper, onions, and the like, it shouldn't taste too bad when combined together—as long as the fish is kept properly—by the way, Liu Bai, is there anything in your hometown that's considered a 'dark cuisine'?"

"Mao Xue Wang?" Liu Bai thought for a moment. "Stereotypically, it seems that many people find it hard to accept anything related to blood."

"Hmm? Really? Animal blood is quite common, isn't it? There's a deli that sells blood sausage just a few steps away from my house."

Rita seemed to remember something interesting.

"I once went to Naples on a mission and even drank hot cocoa with blood in it. By the way, Ms. Reanna can also make duck blood soup. Rather than saying that people find it hard to accept, it's more accurate to say that modern people are more pampered and have a kind of inexplicable reserve."

In the past, when food was scarce, what was the difference between East and West? Apart from a few religious reasons, food was certainly used to its maximum potential.

The treatment of internal organs and blood is not that different between the two sides.

"But usually, this kind of reserve disappears after you've actually found it delicious, right?"

Liu Bai immediately understood what Rita wanted to say.

"Hmm, what else is hard for outsiders to accept... Oh, Rita, have you heard of stew? It's a dish from my hometown."

"A hodgepodge?"

"Just like the name suggests, you throw a bunch of simply prepared ingredients into a big pot, add the seasonings, and stew it."

"... Anything can be added?"

"Well, although there are fixed pairings like 'Three Treasures of the Earth', you can really throw in any ingredients you want, as long as it's not too weird, no one will say anything."

"While it's hard to judge from a chef's perspective, it's quite understandable from a soldier's point of view—I don't think this is a local dish at all."

The original intention of this dish is obvious at a glance: during the harsh winter when resources were scarce, people could only throw whatever ingredients they could find into the pot. This kind of thing is pretty much the same everywhere.

Rita suddenly burst out laughing, as if she had just thought of something.

"Darling, when Ms. Reanna and I went to arrange the staff meals for your office the week before last, we asked Ms. Xiao Yun what she wanted to eat. Do you know what Ms. Xiao Yun said?"

"What?"

"She said she's going to Tai Lao." Rita couldn't hide her smile.

"Tai Lao?" Liu Bai was stunned for a moment, almost not reacting, then slapped his thigh, "Oh! So that's where the pork stew, mutton stew, and beef stew from the week before last came from?"

Wait a minute, isn't this just a hodgepodge?

Although this stewing method is simple, crude, and its meaning is unclear, it has unexpectedly received widespread praise.

In Liu Bai's office, whether they were doing scientific research or doing manual labor, there were very few weak women who were truly powerless. Even Danzhu, who was supposedly powerless, had undergone genetic modification. If they ate heartily and didn't care about their image, they would all be fierce women who could eat a bucket of rice and ten pounds of meat.

There was plenty of meat and rice, and the side dishes and desserts helped cut through the richness, so everyone, including Liu Bai, enjoyed it.

Then they ate like that for most of the week, and everyone except Liu Bai got fat and even threw up...

"That was made by Ms. Reanna. I was originally going to serve Ms. Xiao Yun steak and pork chop rice with mutton soup."

Although both have military backgrounds, what era did Reanna belong to? What era did Rita belong to? In terms of the "iron rice bowl" mentality, Rita is truly inferior.

"Reanna's refrigerator is also full of all kinds of meat and sausages," Liu Bai, who had been to Reanna's room, chimed in.

"But speaking of bizarre cuisine..."

Rita and Liu Bai turned to look at Ragna, who was silently chopping vegetables.

This person is from Scandinavia...

Speaking of Scandinavia...

"Are you going to talk about pickled puffins and Canned Food herring?" Ragna turned his head and looked at the two men coldly.

When it comes to talking about bizarre cuisine, who is being mentioned? Does it even need to be said?

"If it weren't for the fact that canned surströmming Canned Food can't be taken on a plane..."

"Ahem, it's nothing, Lord Ragna, you go ahead with your work. Alisa, stop drooling and come help me."

Rita quickly changed the subject.

Being targeted by Canned Food herring is really bad!

"Alisa, would you like to try Canned Food herring?" Ragna asked, looking at Elisa with malice. Alisa seemed completely oblivious to the topic and even thought it tasted delicious.

"Huh? Is that alright? Ragna..."

Before Alisa could finish speaking, Rita patted her on the shoulder.

Turning her head, Rita's smiling expression carried a terrifying aura.

"Alisa, if you eat that stuff, get out of Schicksal."

"Ee-! Yes, yes! Lady Rita!"

"Those people have a really good relationship..."

Joseph put down his newspaper and looked towards the kitchen with a smile.

"By the way, are Miss Bianka and Liu Bai also quite familiar with each other?"

Joseph turned to look at Bianka, and Mrs. Ella's expression also became slightly serious—clearly, her husband was about to get to know his son-in-law.

Well, Bianka was the only one in the group who didn't go to the kitchen. After all, she was terrible at cooking—of course, just very basic; she didn't have any killer cooking skills or kitchen killer traits.