Rude Village was not wealthy, and with work suspended for over half a month while expenses continued to pile up, the villagers had little money to spare. Thus, even the feast held especially to thank Chuan Wenwu and his companions for eliminating the threat in the mine offered no lavish delicacies. There was only ordinary food found around Rude Village-simple home cooking.
Still, its simplicity only made it feel more genuine. No one minded, and Chuan Wenwu and his companions ate with gusto. Hosts and guests alike enjoyed themselves.
A large bowl specially made for Bruce sat before him. Ordinary tableware was too small for a burly fellow like him to eat to his heart's content, hence the oversized bowl. It was piled high with all sorts of Rude Village specialties that the enthusiastic villagers had served him. He paid no heed to maintaining his dignity as a "human" and dug in with wild abandon, practically burying his head in the bowl.
...I'll have to teach Bruce some table manners later. At the very least, I can't let him keep being this "uncouth."
With that thought, Chuan Wenwu nudged Bruce's lower back with his elbow and pointed at the large bowl Bruce was holding as he wolfed down his food. "What do you call this?"
Bruce: "?"
"Isn't it just a big bowl?" he asked, sounding puzzled.
"How do you say it in this world's language? We studied it together last night, remember? You still remember, don't you? I told you I'd quiz you later." Chuan Wenwu smiled, while Bruce broke out in a cold sweat.
Bruce had long since forgotten it all.
Or rather, he had assumed that once they finished slaying the monsters in the mine today, Chuan Wenwu would forget about it too. His boss hadn't mentioned