C25 Congee Theory

Looking at Count Walker's respectful expression, Lee Xiang suddenly understood one thing. He was secretly delighted. He somewhat understood the meaning of Reynolds's words just now. He had come at the right time. His eyes fell upon the porridge that he had brewed, and his heart skipped a beat.

Lee Xiang did not get up. He still sat there without moving. It was not because he deliberately acted so arrogantly, but because he felt that there was no reason for him to act like this. In his opinion, these people had come to his place all of a sudden. Clearly, they had some ulterior motive. In that case, given his current situation, he could only sit there and wait for the result.

The middle-aged man and Duke took two steps forward and walked to Lee Xiang and Duke. They looked at the brocade porridge on the table and were slightly stunned. The former nodded and said self-deprecatingly, "The middle-aged man and Duke took two steps forward and walked to Lee Xiang and Duke's side. They looked at the brocade porridge on the table and were slightly stunned. It seems that we have come at a bad time. . . But I am very curious. Could it be that these are the things that we usually eat in Count's Mansion?"

After saying the last sentence, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the slightly lagging Count Walker. A trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Indeed, such a lunch seemed impossible even among the peasants, let alone in Count's Mansion.

"That's not it!" Lee Xiang finally opened his mouth to speak. It was not that he did not want to see Count Walker embarrassed, but he suddenly felt that it was time for him to speak at this moment. In his opinion, this was a rare opportunity.

"Actually, my daily life is not like this. But today, in order to thank Reynolds for what he has done for me recently, I personally made some porridge to thank him. Thank him for making my skin less dazzling in front of so many people. . . " Lee Xiang's words were obviously a little harsh, but for someone who had been under house arrest for 18 years, This kind of extreme idea was understandable. At least, this was what the middle-aged man and Duke thought. In their opinion, although 18 years old was already an adult, he was still a child. Since he was a child, it was inevitable that the child would be angry.

However, Count Walker did not think so. From what he had seen in the past, it seemed like the things that had happened in the past were different. He had a very bad premonition. He was sensitive to the feeling that Lee Xiang was trying to play some tricks again. Therefore, Count Walker subconsciously looked at Lee Xiang vigilantly. His expression was very unnatural.

The middle-aged man finally looked at Lee Xiang with his deep eyes again. After a long time, he asked faintly, "You are called Lee Xiang?"

Lee Xiang nodded. He did not continue talking. He knew that it was not necessarily a good thing to talk too much alone.

"I heard you're an outstanding gardener. I didn't expect you to be a gourmet. . . Hmm, this is the first time I've seen such a strange porridge. It's very special!"

The middle-aged man's words confirmed the general identity of this person in Lee Xiang's heart. This was because only the people from Count's Mansion and the princess of the empire who accidentally barged into his place last time were aware of this person's identity. As for the people in Count's Mansion, they naturally wouldn't speak nonsense outside, so the identity of this man was obvious. Lee Xiang was sure that this person must be related to the imperial family. Or perhaps even more.

"Not only does the appearance look special, the taste is also special!" Reynolds suddenly took over the conversation. He even looked at Lee Xiang casually. After a few days of contact with Lee Xiang, he was almost certain that Lee Xiang had deliberately brought up the topic of the porridge. Although he didn't know what his purpose was for the time being, it was obvious that he had a motive. So he took the opportunity to help him. "I just tasted it. It tastes very good! It can be said that there isn't such a delicious porridge in the entire continent!"

Lee Xiang secretly exclaimed in his heart. He almost hugged Reynolds and gave him a fierce kiss. He didn't know whether the old man was doing it on purpose or not, but he had helped him a lot because he wanted to bring the topic up to this point, but he didn't have a good excuse. Now the problem had been solved.

"Oh. . . " As expected, the middle-aged man was interested. He had shifted his attention to the topic of the porridge again. Lee Xiang noticed that Duke and Count Walker, who were beside him, were also interested.

They did not know about other people, but they knew Reynolds very well. His temper was as famous as his magic. It was also strange. Reynolds, who had always been arrogant, had unexpectedly given such a high evaluation of a bowl of porridge. It seemed like he would not be wrong about it.

"If you are interested, you can try it. I believe I won't disappoint you!"

Reynolds had a tacit understanding that he did not call them official positions or titles. At the same time, his suggestion made them feel very awkward. This was not a question of whether they wanted to taste it or not. The key was still a matter of face. It was really not a good thing to spread the news that three noble families of the empire were going to taste the porridge made from Lower Race. Although Lee Xiang was the third young master of Count's Mansion, this didn't mean that he wasn't a Lower Race.

"Of course. If you still have some concerns in your hearts, then there is no other way!" Reynolds shrugged his shoulders. He had a noncommittal expression and even glanced at Lee Xiang.

Lee Xiang secretly sighed. Reynolds's look at him just now had a very clear meaning. In the end, the Lower Race was still a Lower Race! This meant that Reynolds was hinting at him not to play any tricks anymore. Forget it, forget it. . .

Just as Lee Xiang was about to find an excuse to avoid it, Duke suddenly laughed. "That's good too. . . I'm a little hungry now. . . I wonder if you mind giving me a bowl?"

Lee Xiang was slightly surprised. This action of Duke immediately aroused his good impression. Before he had time to give orders, Sander immediately filled the bowl and brought it to Duke.

Lee Xiang was slightly stunned. He did not notice that at this moment, Count Walker's old face suddenly sank. Reynolds's face revealed a meaningful smile.

The middle-aged man looked at Duke with praise. Clearly, he thought highly of Duke's courage. He even nodded slightly to show his appreciation.

Like Reynolds, Duke first took a sip, then savored the aftertaste. After that, he took a big bite. It seemed to suit his taste very much.

"Good, very good. . . " Duke looked at Lee Xiang with praise, and a trace of spirit flashed across his eyes.

The middle-aged man was finally attracted by Duke's expression. Even Count Walker, who looked unnatural, could not help looking over.

"The taste is really good. . . " Duke looked at the bowl of porridge in his hand, not wanting to eat more. "It seems to be brewed together with many kinds of ingredients, right? Black rice, peanuts, red beans. . . It was just that the appearance was a little strange. It's even a little ugly. . . A little awkward. . . "

" This is very normal! " Lee Xiang once again very skillfully took over the conversation. The timing was quite ingenious. When so many things were mixed together, it was inevitable to have this kind of feeling! This is just like the current Empire. When people of various races live together, it will naturally make many people feel uncomfortable!"

Lee Xiang suddenly changed the topic, causing the few people present to feel uncomfortable. They were all slightly shocked. The middle-aged man even had an unhappy expression on his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed. Duke looked at Lee Xiang in surprise, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

As for Count Walker, he felt very awkward, but he could not refute it. He could only glare at Lee Xiang and warn him not to speak nonsense.

A look of surprise flashed across Reynolds's eyes. He finally knew why Lee Xiang brought the topic here. He sighed in his heart, but then began to worry for him. Because he thought Lee Xiang was a little reckless, "Continue!"

The middle-aged man looked at Lee Xiang with no expression on his face.

Lee Xiang suddenly made up his mind. Anyway, it was a bet, so why not bet a big one?

"This porridge was brewed by me using ten different ingredients. The proportion is the same, some ingredients will be a little more. Of course, there would be one less ingredient, only then would it show his unique taste. . . Because it was made from many ingredients. So you can't say that it's black rice porridge, nor can you say that it's red bean porridge. . . Because each ingredient is not too much or too little. It's just right. Just now, everyone thought that the external appearance of this porridge isn't very good, but at the same time, they overlooked its inner taste. If everyone dares to try it like Reynolds or Duke. . . " Lee Xiang looked at the old man with a smile. "Then you will find that everything in this world is not important on the surface. What is important is the inside. . . The inside is good. Rather than being gorgeous to the point that it has no practical use, it is better to be honest and use it to its fullest potential. This was a fundamental principle! However. . . It was a pity that there were many people in this world who did not think this way. Or rather, they did not even bother to think about it. They usually only knew how to judge a thing based purely on its appearance. It was noble and lowly. Very few people paid attention to its inner parts. "Lee Xiang stared at the middle-aged man whose face gradually turned serious. He did not give in at all. "How can humans not be like this? Just like this Osman Continent, all kinds of races coexist. Although the white people are the rulers of this continent for the time being, it is indeed the case. But who dares to say that this continent is the white people's continent? Why doesn't anyone dare to say so openly? Of course, no one dares to say that this continent is the yellow people's continent? Even the black people. . . Even if they are all peasants, who can ignore their existence on this continent? Who dares to deny their contribution to this continent? If that is the case, why did this continent not have a name for the white people's continent back then? Why did it have a name called Osman Continent? That's because no one can guarantee that this world will suddenly change one day! Who dares to deny that this wouldn't happen? "

Lee Xiang's tone was indifferent. He even stood up and took a few steps forward with a calm expression. Finally, his eyes accurately fell on the middle-aged man and slowly said: "Do you think. . . This is the reason?"