Eating Three Big Bowls Through Tears 1/4

A few days later, Uruk, which was under reconstruction, was brightly lit.

The survivors ate stewed beef in a large pot and drank fine wine in the square, cheering and celebrating around the campfire.

Meanwhile, inside the embassy.

One after another, Sumer delicacies were served on the table, and Gilgamesh tossed several jugs of royal wine onto the table, pouring the amber-colored liquid into cups.

"Cheers!"

Amidst the cheers, every face beamed with genuine smiles, and every name was remembered by one another.

Great Sage Merlin, Spartan King Leonidas, High Priestess Siduri ...

Gilgamesh, the Wedge of Heaven; Enkidu, the Chain of Heaven; Samael, the Shepherd King ...

Sky Goddess Ishtar; Earth Goddess Ereshkigal; Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan; the Smoking Mirror Jaguar Man; Anna, the Beast Goddess ...

In the corner, the long-lived Ziusudra, who habitually hid in the darkness, nodded slightly and raised his cup to toast with water instead of wine.

Twelve figures, twelve legends, these pillars who defend the future of Human History, drink the fine wine in their glasses with gusto.

"Ha! Guotong lives for this taste! The greatest reward of this trip is tasting such fine wine!"

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the White-Haired Succubus, reeking of alcohol, revealed an expression of enjoyment.

"Listen up, everyone! These soldiers are all mathematicians. After about two hours of fighting, they need to sleep for 15 minutes..."

"A warrior is a philosopher, knowledgeable in profound truths, and practical in action. He possesses wisdom, courage, integrity, and justice. A philosopher can be a king!"

Leonidas, her face flushed, dazed and confused, suddenly stood up, gesturing wildly and expressing her emotions in a tone almost like poetry.

"Wrong! None of that is necessary. Without arrogance, how can one be a king! The king must acknowledge, the king must permit. The king must bear the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and everything must be governed by the king's will!"

"Hahaha! I, the king, am the standard!"

Gilgamesh immediately rejected the idea, raising his glass in rebuttal with a dazed look in his eyes.

Watching the two gradually argue heatedly over their beliefs, Siduri sighed and rubbed her forehead, finding it hard to bear to watch.

Soon, the two Lords who were clamoring to prove the truth with their fists were pulled away by Enkidu and Siduri and dragged aside to sober up.

"Wow, this lamb chop is grilled so well, so juicy and tender! And the date porridge is delicious too, with a touch of honey. Jianqi is just perfect!"

"Butter cake is the best! It's soft, sweet, and never too sweet!"

The Jaguar Man and Anna were enjoying their meal, each eating while advocating for their favorite foods.

"Here you are! Everyone, please try the stewed beef that I made myself, based on Samael's secret recipe!"

Quetzalcoatl, sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms, lifted a giant pot, half his height, onto the table and invited his friends to taste his cooking.

As the lid was opened, a rich aroma wafted out, and the square-cut beef, soaked in the broth, had a deep reddish-brown color that made one's mouth water.

"Hiss, delicious, delicious!"

Ishtar, unable to wait any longer, was the first to get up, fork up a piece, stuff it into her mouth, and endure the scalding heat as she chewed and enjoyed it.

Anna, the Jaguar Man, and Ereshkigal all picked up their knives and forks and began to enjoy the meal.

"Waaah, I feel so warm all over, my divine power is surging faster, it's even more nourishing than if I'd eaten a magic crystal..."

Ishtar, a man who was eating alone, got so engrossed in his meal that he prepared to take the bowl and serve himself.

"By the way, where did this beef come from? It tastes so good..."

"Could I have another bowl?"

Quetzalcoatl, the head chef, smiled and raised his spoon to fill Ishtar's bowl with a large ladle, then patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, eat more."

"Thank you so much for having such top-quality ingredients..."

Ishtar chewed on his beef, somewhat confused, and asked indistinctly.

"Thank me? Why?"

"Cough cough..."

Anna and Ereshkigal coughed and lowered their heads, quickly shoveling food into their mouths.

Enkidu and Samael each put the well-cooked beef into their mouths and chewed it, their expressions subtle.

Suddenly, Ishtar's expression changed drastically. The fork in her hand fell into the bowl. Her wrist trembled as she lifted it, her gaze shifting back and forth between the pot and the bowl. Finally, she opened her dry lips.

"This is... my cow?"

"Hmm, if that's not enough, there's the other leg there."

Quetzalcoatl shrugged, his smile widening.

"Leftovers? Does that mean the food those people outside are eating is from my cow too?"

"Well, Noah's Ark didn't carry many animals. Most of them were kept for breeding and reproduction. If we're celebrating without meat, it just doesn't feel right."

Samael raised his hand in response, and then stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed.

During the Battle of Uruk, Anna and Ereshkigal were indeed seriously injured, while the Bull of Heaven, which was the target, was completely killed, so it did not appear in the final battle to cause trouble.

After the floodwaters receded, the remains of this majestic mythical beast, as tall as a mountain, remained near Mount Epiph.

Because of Apsu's manipulation and the influence of the Origin Divinity, the Bull of Heaven did not appear as a spirit, but as a complete physical entity.

Following the principle of utilizing waste, Samael, Quetzalcoatl, Ereshkigal, and Anna went to the scene to deal with the traces. They began to dispel the dominating power above, stripped the Gugalanna, and transported the remaining meat back to Uruk to distribute to the people.

I must say, it's really delicious! No wonder it's a top-tier mythical beast!

The ancient serpent praised it highly, turning to Ishtar with an approving look.

Looking at her unscrupulous teammates feasting on the table, the goddess of Uruk, her heart bleeding, pouted and cried.

"You... you've gone too far!"

"You're not going to eat? Never mind then, I understand, I won't force you..."

Samael sighed softly, patted Ishtar on the shoulder, and then considerately reached out to take the goddess's large bowl filled with chunks of meat.

"Eat! Mine! Don't move!"

Ishtar immediately slapped away the hand of the scoundrel, snatched the cutlery, puffed out her cheeks, and aggressively joined the line of people vying for the beef.

Ultimately, with the thought that he couldn't stop the damage, the owner of the Bull of Heaven ate three large bowls of food with tears in his eyes.

Yes, I'm really sad, but it's really delicious...

"I'm full! I'm going out for a bit!"

Ishtar wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth, rubbed her round little belly, pushed away the bowl and plate, and got up angrily to go digest her food.

On the edge of the city wall, the goddess sat, resting her chin on her hand, gazing at the lush greenery of the land outside the city, lost in thought.

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps came from behind, and the slender figure sat down against the wall.

The goddess snorted coldly, turned her back, and turned her head to the side, not wanting to pay attention to any of the instigators.

"What, are you still angry?"

Samael raised his elbow and nudged Ishtar beside him, a mocking smile on his face.

"None of your business!"

"Go away! Don't you have plenty of people to keep you company? Why are you bothering me here!"

Ishtar, her pretty face tense, pushed Samael away and snorted angrily.

"I was originally planning to give this little guy to you..."

"Sigh, I'm being disliked. Oh well, I'll just let Ereshkigal raise it."

Samael, looking heartbroken, held up a miniature beast in his palm that resembled a brownish-black piglet, with blue horns on its head and golden stripes on its back, and got up to fight.