Chapter 633 9.56

Chapter 633 56

"This one is a spatula, specially used for cutting butter. Google search reading"

"This one is a meat cutting knife, specially used for cutting steaks."

"This one is a soup spoon, for drinking soup."

"This one is a seasoning spoon, used to take salt and pepper on the table"

Before the table was served, Gor Marash urgently explained the various tableware on the table to his two Viking companions.

These glittering silver tableware were something the Viking pirates had never seen before.

After all, Old Gor had lived in this country for more than ten years, and had attended hundreds of family banquets of nobles and wealthy businessmen, so he knew some table manners.

But all this became a cruel torture for Sartre, Guraul and other Viking pirates.

The guests of the Skylark Chamber of Commerce were qualified to sit at the table with the host. If they made a fool of themselves at such an upper-class gathering where "everyone is a distinguished guest", it would not only be their own people who would be embarrassed.

If they were not careful, the Skylark Chamber of Commerce in Mohelanting might be affected.

Based on this important reason, Old Gore conducted an emergency training for the two.

This was a tough job for the Viking pirates who had never been associated with the word "civilized".

In Guraul's cognition, the definition of eating is to use the most refreshing method to send enough food into the stomach.

There are two key words here:

1. Fast

2. Sufficient.

When Guraul was young, he had only one reaction to seeing food, which was to stuff it into his mouth as quickly as possible before others acted.

Even though he was rescued by Loki in the future and obtained the power of the Chosen God to completely get rid of poverty, the habit he developed from his childhood could never be changed. Guraul's ideal life is still to serve a few roasted lambs and barrels of beer after the war, and a group of Viking men drew their swords to cut off a large piece and eat it with oil dripping from their mouths.

This scene is obviously not seen in the mansion of the elder council member "Maxima Crassus".

While trying hard to memorize the seven short knives and forks of different shapes in front of him, Gulaul also had to force himself to move his eyes away from the snow-white chest of the beautiful woman in palace dress opposite him. .

In Scandinavia and the British Isles, no woman would choose this kind of decoration.

For residents of cold lands, light gauze is too cold and too fragile to wear.

But we have to admit that this kind of fabric looks really good on the body.

Influenced by the Tang Dynasty in the East, more and more Roman women began to choose to expose more skin and become more delicate women. Gulaul almost buried his head in the table, so that he didn't hear the slender hand of the woman opposite him at all.

This was not because of impoliteness, but because he hadn't touched a warm mortal woman for 13 years.

He was afraid that he would stand up on the spot, which would inevitably be more embarrassing.

The white palm of the noble lady opposite froze in mid-air, which was obviously quite embarrassing.

The fair-skinned and beautiful Roman noblewoman was obviously confident in her beauty. She had never met a man who refused to kiss her hand in all these years. With her almond eyes slightly bulging, she pursed her red lips and was about to remind him.

Fortunately, the host of the banquet, Senator Crassus, picked up the wine glass and stood up from the other side of the long table.

Then, there was another long and tedious Latin conversation.

At this point in the banquet, Guraul had really felt the hunger in his stomach. He lowered his head and looked at the seven knives in front of him, while trying to erase the image of the snow-white breasts from his mind. In his anxiety, the first dish was finally brought to the table by the waiter.

The crisp white porcelain plate was decorated with only a simple circle of gold rings. On the plate as big as a face plate, there were a few leaves, a piece of red crab meat without the crab shell, and a few colorful fruits for decoration.

"Oh, my dear Senator, is the first dish such a precious crab?!"

"Senator, you really treat our friends well."

The dishes were just served on the table by the guards, and the Roman lady sitting opposite Gulauer did not hesitate to praise her. She took out her knife, cut off a small piece of crab meat and put it into her mouth. She let out a charming moan, which almost broke all of Gulauer's disguises.

(Fuck! If the nobles eat like this, what's the difference between this and being in prison)

Gulauer's doubts also stem from the huge social differences between Vikings and Rome.

In Scandinavia, even if you sit in the position of a duke, you think about how to lead your people to live every day. In a disaster year, it is common for noble families to not have enough food.

Rome is a completely different situation.

In this city, the war between nobles and lords has moved away from bloody battles and turned into how to use gold coins and caravans more effectively to expand their influence. They have long left "clothing and eating" behind.

For old nobles like the Crassus family, their business is spread all over the Mediterranean business circle.

Gold and silver are no longer even their pursuit.

How to get more seats in parliament and how to gain more allies in the Senate are what they really care about.

Because of this, Phoenix, who entered the mansion on behalf of the Skylark Chamber of Commerce, did not need an invitation to enter the mansion of Senator Crassus. The friends who followed behind him had rather strange looks, although their behavior was a little unreasonable on many occasions.

Maxima Crassus turned a blind eye.

Because there were more than just this group of Viking pirates present, thousands of nobles of all sizes poured into the city on the King's birthday, and he didn't know at least half of the guests today.

It didn't matter that he didn't know the other party.

It was enough for the other party to know him and the Crassus family.

He ate the crab meat, which was only the size of his little finger, with two forks. The sweet taste was good, but the too little food on the plate still made him feel very uncomfortable.

Putting the knife and fork on the plate, Gulaul turned around and wanted to ask the maid behind him if he could have ten or eight plates of the same food. Unexpectedly, the maid nodded slightly and took away the plate in front of him.

Wow!

I haven't eaten the fruit next to it and the two leaves below! No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.