Chapter 1389 - Lorrisa’s Reception (2/2)

“There is something you don’t know about our landlord.” Lily twitched her mouth. “He is just dawdling over his job as a pope. I have never seen him playing by the rules. He even slipped the Bible under the table leg. If this place is as heavy-guarded as you have thought, I would not have stayed here because I have been used to free and easy life. Mr. Landlord, I am hungry! Battie, I am hungry!”

Lorissa looked at Lily, wide-eyed. She could not fathom how Lily could switch topic so readily. But had Lorissa known about the nature of the husky breed, she would have a different opinion. For Lily, nothing was more important than eating. Her circadian rhythms of hunger and appetite were like clockwork.

“Come into the kitchen to fill your bowl!” Vivian poked her head out behind the kitchen door again. “Don’t be lazy.”

Lily’s ears flicked and stood erect. She ran into the kitchen. “Arf Arf! Here I come! I will do it right away.”

“Vivian has been taking care of our meals. You have to try out her cooking.” Hao Ren smiled and invited Lorissa to the table. “She has brought out her best recipe.”

Vivian smiled as she served a plate of Kung Pao chicken dish on the table. “I have many more recipes up my sleeve. If I cook all of them, there will not be enough space to put them all in this hall. With all the 10,000-year-worth of recipes that humans have invented, it would be more than enough to feed Lily for three years with just the lost recipes alone.”

Lily took a large bowl of rice, sat down at the table, and looked up. “Why use me as a yardstick?”

“Because you are not a picky eater. Not everyone can eat Egyptian roasted beetles like you,” Vivian said while glancing at the husky maiden sideways. She suddenly saw the bowl of rice in Lily’s hands. “You should have at least helped bring more dishes out from the kitchen.”

“You can’t really count on her,” Hao Ren said with laughter. He then got to his feet. “Let me help.”

As soon as he got up, tentacles were crawling out from the kitchen carrying a plate on each of them. Nangong Wuyue was heard saying, “Mr. Landlord, you don’t have to. I have taken care of them.”

Goosebumps were all over Hao Ren’s skin. “Holy moly, Wuyue, can you please not do that at mealtime? It thought it was Cthulhu!”

Everyone enjoyed the meal. With 10,000 years of cooking experience under Vivian’s belt, she was the god of cookery. It was the best meal in Lorissa’s entire life. She could not even find anything close from the memory that she inherited from the elven queen, less so the ones that she had eaten before.

After dinner, the demons and monsters began to fight for the TV. It was all chaos. But these guys were not really interested in any TV shows but enjoying the fight. It likened the fight to grab the last flake of potato chip when Hao Ren was still a child. Anyway, it was mainly between Lily and Rollie, or Y’lisabet and Lil Pea. With three prankish kids and a dumbo, it was no rocket science to figure out what would happen when they were in one place. With that in mind, Hao Ren went to a quiet corner.

After a while, Lorissa came up to Hao Ren. He asked, “It is noise, eh?”

“No, I think it is lively,” Lorissa replied, shaking her head. “It is just that nothing is like what I have imagined.”

“Then you have to get used to it.” Hao Ren shrugged. “You can’t always compare us with your imagination.”

“I was born in a world where religious beliefs reigned supreme. My memory—the one I inherited from my original—enshrines the solemnity of the church and the sacredness of the priesthood. It is not easy to change.”

“I can understand that,” Hao Ren said as he leaned back in his chair with a smile, looking at the scuffle between Rollie and Y’lisabet for the TV remote. Meanwhile, Lil Pea was scurrying among them, adding to the chaos. “You won’t find any other pope’s palace looking like mine. I have many colleagues in this universe, and they are popes in their respective civilization spheres, regardless of the level of their enthusiasm. Anyway, can you tell me about your past? During the Magic Empire Era, how did the church of the goddess of creation work? How did you usually communicate with the goddess?”