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Since he wasn't afraid of being hacked to death, Jiu Ming stayed until noon... As for lunch, "Come to think of it, I've never had a fully vegetarian banquet before. Are you nuns trying to compete with monks or something? You're actually vegetarians?"
"Ah? No. It's just that the cook doesn't want to waste resources." Laura chuckled. "The cook said that for someone like you, it doesn't matter what you eat, so cheap ingredients would do."
"Now that's really cutting corners. Even the tofu is half-raw... Saving that much fuel? Looking down on ghosts?" Jiu Ming curled his lip. Eating truly meant nothing to him. Mortals ate to survive, while Jiu Ming ate purely for the taste. Thus, aside from certain circumstances, throughout his time in Sound, he had basically never eaten any ordinary food with no flavor at all.
Even if he were handed two stones, he could crunch them down and forcibly digest them—but unless a donkey had kicked him in the head, why would he ever want to taste rocks?
He swallowed the bite of tofu in one gulp. Bad or not, tossing it back would be a little too insulting. Even if the girl opposite him was deep-minded enough not to show any displeasure, might she not be thinking something like, Kill him?
This was her territory. For all he knew, if she smashed the teacup steeping beside her onto the floor, a crowd of burly men would immediately rush in from every direction, grab whatever they could, and beat him senseless.
"What kind of tofu is this?"
"I think it's called mapo tofu."
"Is that so? Then where are the chilies?"
"Huh? It needs chilies?"
"...Mm, it