Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1615 McDonald's

Zhu Xianxi ate some green vegetables.

This is him. This is the first time in a long time that he has eaten green vegetables.

He couldn't even remember the last time he ate green vegetables.

"Hoo"

"Swallow it!"

"I know, but I really don't like eating green vegetables. My family has never liked them."

"Don't think I haven't looked at the recipes. At least our ancestors ate scallions, ginger, and garlic, and they did eat vegetables. But you're the only one who won't touch any greens at all. You won't even touch garlic leaves in your dishes. Look at your sister."

“My sister is the odd one out in our family; she’s the only one who likes to eat vegetables. Of course, people need to eat meat to live—besides, this vegetable doesn’t taste good at all. The sausage your dad gave us was so delicious, but it’s ruined in this vegetable mix.”

"Is it not tasty? It's my first time cooking it, so it might not taste very good."

"So you cooked it yourself! Look, you cooked it but didn't even eat it yourself, right? Why don't you try it yourself? It really doesn't taste good."

"I don't believe it. How bad can it be?" Yang Jing stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a leaf of vegetables.

"Hoo"

"See! I told you so. It's not that I don't eat it, it's just that..."

"Ugh—" Suddenly, Yang Jing covered her mouth, unable to stop the urge to vomit.

"Hey? What happened to you? Are you poisoned?"

Song Shanggong, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly raised her head.

She got up, used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of green vegetable and put it in her own bowl, then ate it.

"The taste is fine, and there's no poison in it."

"Then what is she doing?! Could it be...could it be?!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shangluo delivered the court verdict to Zhu Xianxi.

"Shangluo! Have you eaten yet?"

"Oh, I haven't eaten yet."

"Come on! Let's grab a late-night snack! I'm so happy today! It's my treat! What do you want to eat?"

"What do I want to eat?" Shangluo thought for a moment, "How about McDonald's?"

"Okay, okay, that's fine. We do have similar tastes. Let's go out to eat then."

"Go out? Isn't that inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? I'm so happy today, I'm going to celebrate with McDonald's!"

The two of them walked out, drove to the entrance of the Grand Palace, and sat down in the golden archway near the entrance.

Zhu Xianxi went to the front desk and started ordering: "Two Big Mac meals, Cokes, fried chicken wings as side dishes. One Big Mac with lettuce and one without, plus two triple ice cream cones, two servings of fried fish, four servings of chicken nuggets, with sweet chili sauce and sweet and sour sauce. Two standard iced Cokes. Bring out the ice cream cones first, we want them before the meal."

This string of menu names brought Shang Luo back to San Francisco—he remembered that Wen Yuan had recited the same string of codes back then.

But Zhu Xianxi is different here; he's actually ordering food.

“Okay.” The receptionist nodded. She clearly recognized Zhu Xianxi—because the golden arches at the Grand Palace entrance, like the barbershop next door, were both owned by the Imperial Guards.

That's not surprising. The Embroidered Uniform Guard actually has a large number of people with access to secrets, but who do not possess extraordinary abilities.

To some extent, they could be considered redundant officials, since at times there were more than a dozen commanders of the Embroidered Uniform Guard alone. Now, those Embroidered Uniform Guards with extraordinary powers and their families are also included.

If Shangluo doesn't come, Luliang will soon be included in this category—after all, the children of Qi cultivators may not become Qi cultivators themselves, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard needs to arrange jobs for them to maintain morale. Also, people who have been exposed to a great deal of supernatural power are not suitable to directly enter society.

Therefore, the Embroidered Uniform Guard had a large number of such sites that were related to confidentiality work and had both business and operational attributes.

The McDonald's where Phaethon often worked was like that, and naturally the one in front of the Grand Palace was the same.

And among the people working here today...
"Lu Liang, come out and get an ice cream cone."

"Oh, coming right away." Lu Liang really did come out of the kitchen; she had just been frying meat patties there.

"Huh?" She spotted Shang Luo at a glance.

"Shangluo, what brings you here? Is something the matter?"

Shangluo pointed to Zhu Xianxi beside him. Zhu Xianxi was wearing a hooded casual outfit, which he only took off after entering the room—like a certain Emperor Wanshou, he would wear hooded clothes when he didn't want to be recognized.

"Yes, this is him. Sorry, I didn't recognize him."

That's quite normal. Although Zhu Xianxi's face appears in various places frequently, if someone suddenly appears in front of you, you might not recognize them unless you are very familiar with them.

Although both Lu Liang and Wen Yuan held positions in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, it was clear that Wen Yuan had served far more often than Lu Liang.

"Ah, I recognize you. Are you really good at making ice cream cones? Make me a five-layer ice cream cone."

Lu Liang handed the ice cream cones to the two of them. The cones were tall, with five layers, and sprinkled with colorful sugar granules.

"Shangluo, wait here for your food. They'll be serving it very quickly." Zhu Xianxi said, making room for the two of them as they seemed to have something to say.

As he stepped aside, he couldn't suppress the urge to smile, as if he were urging Shangluo to quickly spread the word.

"OK, got it."

Shang Luo took the ice cream cone from Lu Liang's hand: "What are you doing here?"

"Working, what else could it be? My dad's a commander in the Imperial Guard, so there are only so many places I can work, which is why I have to come here. Hey Shangluo, something's up. Has the Emperor had some good news?"

"Can you see this?"

"His smile doesn't look fake at all. So, is there some good news? Could it be..."

"Yes, it's the kind of happy event you're thinking of, one of the most important happy events in life."

Lu Liang immediately understood. For a person, or rather for a first husband, among the many major events that one can encounter in a lifetime, there is certainly one that is a great joy—he is going to be a father.

He only found out about it during dinner. Because of this, he was so excited that he didn't eat much. When it was time for a late-night snack, Shang Luo happened to return. He was hungry, so he took this opportunity to drag Shang Luo out to celebrate.

"Oh! That's a big deal! Can I tell my dad?"

"Okay!" Zhu Xianxi waved from behind. "Go tell Commander Lu to come early tomorrow. I'll treat everyone to dinner! Everyone come, it's all on me. I'll treat everyone to McDonald's!"

"No way! I'm on duty here tomorrow. Besides, Your Majesty, our shop can't possibly seat so many people, can it?"

"Hmm, that makes sense. But I think McDonald's is already pretty rare. We can't just eat at Jinling Hotel, can we? It gets boring eating there every day. For such a joyous occasion, we should eat something special. Oh, right! Let's have the Court of Imperial Sacrifices prepare a feast, so we can all have something good to eat!"

(End of this chapter)