Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 124 Stevan who ran away from home
"Well, the Philos family is really full of talents, even the cook who is responsible for the daily meals is one of the best masters in Piltover."

Marcus was so hungry that he swept the food on the table like a storm.

Cream of Mushroom Soup, fresh and elegant, without the greasy cream, only the unique aroma of mushrooms.

The entrance is silky and the mouth is fragrant.

Honey Steak, the best ripeness is medium rare, the meat is elastic and the taste is excellent.

With the exclusive and secret sauce, it is most suitable for tasting slowly, but Marcos chewed and swallowed like a waste of everything.

People who are familiar with Journey to the West will curse regretfully when they see it: Zhu Bajie really eats ginseng fruit!
In addition, there are fruit wine, suckling pig, vegetable salad and other dishes, all of which are more delicious than those in the most high-end restaurants in Piltover.

Camille sat on the other side of the table, watching Marcus's reincarnation-like behavior, feeling indescribably complicated in her heart.

Although Marcus's disregard of etiquette is equivalent to recognizing his own cook's craftsmanship, which proves the status of the Philos family in Piltover from the side, but... such a disregard for eating behavior is really rude.

Even the guards of the Philos family would not eat so much nonsense like Marcos, and would not wipe their mouths with oil.

"You...can't you eat slowly?" Camille hesitated for a long time, and finally said this sentence.

"Eat slowly?"

Marcus held the fork in his hand, took a slight pause in the movement of stacking the food, and said without changing his face: "You don't understand this, do you?"

As he spoke, he put his fork into a plate of noodles with meat sauce, turned the fork upright, and a plate of noodles covered in sauce was swept away by him.

"Experiments have shown that the speed of eating affects your perception of fullness. For the same amount of food, the slower you eat, the easier it is to feel full. But if you eat faster, you will feel as if you didn't eat. The illusion of something."

"The food in your house is so delicious, of course I want to eat more, so I must speed up my meals and eat as much food as possible before the feeling of fullness appears."

In this way, it is not in vain to come to the Philos family in the middle of the night.

And there are not many opportunities to enjoy such delicacies, Marcos doesn't want to miss it, he just wants to have a good time.

As for eating appearance and etiquette?
Is it important?
It's not as important as enjoying the food.

But there is one thing to say, let’s say that Marcos’s eating is not the same, he can still keep eating in the wind and clouds, making more annoying noises, which is a kind of...another kind of table manners.

Camille slowly cut off a small piece of steak on the plate in front of her, thought for a while and cut off another piece of the same size, stacked it with a fork and put it in her mouth.

The steak, which is bigger than ever, releases the gravy in the mouth, although it is harder than ever to chew, and I feel a little discomfort instinctively.

But the sense of satisfaction in her heart gave Camille an unprecedented experience.

seem……

Is it more enjoyable to eat like this?

Thinking of this, she speeded up her chewing.

Marcus noticed Camille's movements and smiled secretly.

The pampered noble lady may be the first time she has encountered someone like herself since she was a child. Although she is very curious, it is absolutely impossible to really learn how to eat like herself.

But to say how delicious the food of the Philos family is, it is only compared with other food in Piltover.

If it is delicious, it must be that the food in the country of Marcos' previous life is more delicious and has a wider variety.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't cook by himself, he really wanted to reproduce a few dishes in his spare time to satisfy his appetite that he had been craving for five years.

At the end of the unappetizing meal, Marcos finally patted his stomach and put down the knife and fork in satisfaction, and gracefully picked up the napkin that was set aside to wipe his mouth and slowly wiped off the sauce on his mouth. He got up and thanked Camille very politely: "Thank you for the hospitality of this meal, I enjoyed it very much."

The weird difference between the front and the back made Camille feel torn and uncomfortable.

She would rather Marcus wipe his mouth with his sleeve or the back of his hand after eating, and then leave with a grin, rather than behave like this.

This made her feel that all the slander against Marcos just now had the illusion of 'wronging' the other party.

"Just as long as you're satisfied." Camille put down the knife and fork, thinking that she doesn't want to keep you eating here in the future.

She felt ashamed when it got out.

"If there is nothing else, please arrange it, I will go back first." Marcus turned and walked out.

Camille signaled to Selena who was waiting beside her, "Send Mr. Marcus back."

Selena was also exhausted all day and midnight, and she was already sleepy, but the master spoke, so she had no choice but to nod.

"Change someone to see me off, let Selena have a good rest." Marcus stood at the door and said, "You can't treat people like mules, can you?"

It's not the group of writers on Qidian Chinese.com, who are all regarded as donkeys by readers, wishing to be locked in a small dark room and write a word for a grain of rice to eat.

It's so inhumane!
"It's okay, I can take my husband back..." Selina was so relieved when she heard this, but she kept saying it.

Although she was old, nearly forty, she didn't want Camille to think that she was old, and it was useless.

"Marcus is right, Aunt Selena should go back to rest first." Looking at Selena's tired face, Camille thought to herself that she had ignored this old maid who was devoted to the Ferros family. , she is no longer the young girl who could sleep for three days and three nights with her.

"Miss Camille, I..." Selena hesitated for a moment.

"Go, don't force yourself." Camille said softly, and asked another young maid next to her to take Selena back, then wiped her mouth and walked to the door and said to Marcos: "I personally give you."

"You?" Marcos raised his brows twice, looked at Camille who was not as tired as Selina, and knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he nodded, "Okay."

Afterwards, the luxurious carriage was driven over, and Marcos recognized at a glance that this carriage was not the one he was riding in when he came.

It is estimated that those horses were pulled back to be fed and maintained.

The majestic Picheng hermit family naturally cannot have only one carriage, and there may be more spares in the backyard.

"Get in the car."

Camille boarded the carriage first, got into the carriage, and extended an invitation to Marcus.

Marcus looked at her beautiful face, didn't say much, and followed her into the car.

With the skillful driving of the coachman, the carriage started slowly and drove out of Philos Manor.

Habitually leaning against the window, watching the scenery outside the window receding rapidly, Marcos said softly: "What's the matter, just tell me."

Camille personally sent him back to Piltover, definitely not on a whim or a whim, and definitely had something to say to herself.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a few seconds, Camille said to Marcus with a worried face: "Steven left home with a group of guards this morning. I... am a little worried about him."

Marcus was taken aback after hearing this.

Stevan ran away from home?

What the hell is this kid doing?

Shouldn't he stay at Ferros's house and find a way to seize power from Camille?

(End of this chapter)