The three of them took their seats separately.

It is true that the host and the host sit down, not fake.

After all, this is a Chinese restaurant, the owner is pure-blooded Chinese, and there are still people who follow the local customs...

OK, it's all nonsense.

Of course, there is no shortage of chairs here, so it is not impossible to divide the guest and host...

But no one will split it here.

Who is the Lord?

Neither the Demon Ancestor nor King Arthur would give up this position.

This kind of people who never give in will meet, even if they don’t distinguish between the guest and the host, they will fight for other places, just like now:

"Have you discouraged this inauthentic Mapo tofu, King Arthur?"

"Hmph, it's just food. Whether it's authentic or not, it's impossible for me to retreat!"

"Is that true?" Jiang Lin looked at Artoria with a stern face in front of him, feeling a little interesting.

Perhaps King Arthur was not afraid of the pain of spicy food, but the feeling that he had never felt before still affected her judgment.

She didn't even realize that her identity had been exposed.

"Do you know Saber? Are you from the same age?" Alice Phil's voice came.

As the little grail created by Einzberen for the Great Grail ceremony, which must have died in the Holy Grail War, she was not resistant to spicy taste, but because of this, she was extremely excited about this feeling she had never felt before and keenly noticed the problem in Jiang Lin's words.

"?!" Alice Phil reminded him, Artoria immediately discovered the problem.

"Berserker, who are you?" She looked cold.

If she hadn't been in the restaurant now, she would have drawn her sword.

"Have you told you already? I am Jiang Lin." Jiang Lin said.

"Impossible! You recognize me. In my time, Britain had no connection with the Far East. Especially because of the war with the Saxons, the borders of Camelo would not allow any "abnormal" to enter. Although there was some disrespect, in my time, the difference in appearance was the biggest "abnormal"." Artoria said.

"So, who is your real identity? Have the ability to change your appearance... Are you Oberon?"

"No, the mechanism of the Holy Grail should not summon the goblin. Are you a certain druid?" Artoria kept guessing Jiang Lin's identity.

Unfortunately, it's all wrong.

However, Jiang Lin was not planning to tell the real reason why he understood Artoria.

That will definitely let the topic flow into the discussion box, and that is boring to Jiang Lin's opinion.

He changed a way that was easier to understand by Artoria and smiled:

"King Arthur, have you forgotten the 'Classic Eye'?"

"Are you Merlin?!" Artoria immediately remembered a disgusting person in her family.

"Merlin is still raising cats in Avalon. And his clairvoyance is looking at the present, while I am looking at the past." Jiang Lin said.

"Hmph, you hate it too." Artoria knew that her inference was wrong after saying that, but before she could correct it, she was taken first by Jiang Lin and couldn't help but say.

"Do you hate your palace magician?" Jiang Lin smiled.

"Are you talking about the guy who said sorry while forcing Kesey Parug to me and then ran away? I'll cut off his head if I have a chance. The same is true for you!" Artoria said.

"Ah, this is really terrible... However, Di Xin once said this to me, but in the end, I buried his head with Daji's head." Jiang Lin continued to smile, but his eyes began to turn red.

Of course not to cry.

He wants people to cry.

"Is that so? I want to see it." Of course Artoria would not show weakness.

"Oh, hey, speaking of it, Mr. Jiang, you said the Mapo tofu here is not authentic, what is the authentic one?" Seeing this, Alice Phil quickly smoothed out the situation.

She is so kind...

Sorry, she just hasn't eaten enough yet and doesn't want to fight now.

Those who come to the Holy Grail War may have the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Virgin Mary.

"Do you want to see the authenticity?" Jiang Lin chuckled.

"Boss, ask your chefs to use this." He called the boss and threw out a bag.

"Guest, you are..." The boss was sweating.

Although he is only a Chinese, he has heard of some things.

"You chefs should recognize Qixingjiao and Gongjiao. And remember to tell him that since you see the good things in this hometown, don't fool me with the method of fooling the locals." Jiang Lin said.

"Don't worry, my chef once stayed in the famous Jinjiang Hotel in Sichuan, so you can be satisfied!" said the boss.

Then the boss took the bag given by Jiang Lin and left in a panic.

"You..." Artoria was stunned when she saw this scene.

Carry seasonings with you?

Although she has done this kind of thing, the problem is that now everyone is heroic, where did your seasoning come from?

"Wow, I want to experience it too. This is the legendary 'White Dragon Fish Suit', 'Rapids Crossing the River'?" Alice Phil looked yearning.

She really likes these things she has never seen before. If the timeline is pushed back twenty years, she might use words like "pretending to be X-slap in the face" and gain a wave of praise for her, a fan who can speak Chinese by foreigners.

But now...

"Your idiom is very good, don't use it again in the future." Jiang Lin could only give such an evaluation.

"Why is this..." Alice Phil was dissatisfied.

I just helped you to continue to eat with peace of mind!

What, I just rescued it so that I can continue to eat it myself?

Is that kind of thing there?

In Alice Phil's joke, "authentic Mapo tofu" was brought up.

The serving dish is not a waiter, but a vicissitudes of life.

"Did Mr. Chef serve us personally?" Alice Phil was surprised.

"The children can't stand the Qixing Pepper and Gong Pepper." The uncle shrugged, "and I want to meet people from my hometown."

"I am a stranger in a foreign land and miss my family more every holiday. I understand." Alice Fil said.

"Miss, you are so good at Chinese."

"Is that true, hey!"

Alice Phil eventually gained a fan.

“Hululu…”

"Ah, you guys leave some for me!"

Then she realized that Jiang Lin and Artoria were already using "authentic Mapo" to compete.

The Mapo tofu, which had shed countless touching tears before she could eat it, disappeared into their mouths with the naked eye.

"It's so good." The uncle also burst into tears.

After working in the garbage mapo here for five years, he felt that his skills had begun to decline.

Now, there is finally someone who can truly show his strengths.

How could he not cry?

This has absolutely nothing to do with the stimulation of capsaicin.
Chapter completed!