The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room, and then several staff members filed in, each carrying a large tray.

Soon, the large dining table was piled high with all kinds of plates and boxes. Even though Philippa was a princess with a wealth of experience, she was still taken aback by the dazzling array of fragrant "army" of food and opened her mouth slightly.

Philippa's surprise was mainly due to the novelty of the dishes on the table, rather than finding the "Manchu Han Imperial Feast" presentation particularly luxurious.

After all, Philippa was a princess deeply favored by the king, although she herself did not wish to be so "favored".

Before me lay mountains of golden fried chicken nuggets, including whole drumsticks and cut pieces; round buns filled with tender, juicy meat, vegetables, and exotic sauces (salad dressing)—hamburgers; small baskets of golden, thin "fries"; small, round, crispy-looking "popcorn chicken"; and mountains of "Colonel's Chicken Nuggets," golden "taro pies," "pineapple pies," and so on... The drinks were large glasses of dark brown "Cola" with ice cubes floating inside, as well as some orange-yellow (also carbonated) beverages.

The vibrant colors and intertwined aromas created a double impact on both the eyes and the nose, leaving Philippa momentarily overwhelmed and feeling as if her eyes were about to glaze over.

In stark contrast to her was Gray. Faced with a table full of food that was commonplace in modern society but a spectacle in this world, he displayed remarkable skill and composure.

He first picked up a cup of cola, tore off the thin plastic film with the logo printed on it, then took a long, thin, hollow, strange little tube (straw), deftly punctured the pre-drilled hole on the lid, and inserted it.

Next, he picked up a few small, triangular paper bags, which Philippa recognized as having red fruit patterns (ketchup) on them.

Gray pinched one end of the packaging bag with his fingers and skillfully squeezed it, precisely squeezing the thick red sauce inside onto the edge of an empty small dish, piling it into several pretty wavy shapes.

Finally, he took out two pairs of transparent gloves, as thin as cicada wings, from a drawer on the table, put one on himself, and handed the other to Philippa, who was still in a daze.

After doing all this, he looked at the somewhat bewildered Philippa and explained in a calm tone, "These kinds of foods, in order to be convenient and to pursue that unique taste, basically do not use traditional cutlery such as knives and forks."

He gestured to his gloved hands and then pointed to the food in front of Philippa: "So, after washing your hands, it's perfectly fine to eat it with your hands. This is also the most authentic way to taste it."

Of course, if you're not used to it, the store also provides disposable gloves, which can prevent your hands from getting dirty and are more hygienic.

Watching Gray's series of smooth and skillful maneuvers and listening to his clear explanations, Philippa's confusion dissipated considerably.

She imitated Gray, somewhat clumsily but earnestly putting on the transparent film gloves, the feel of which was rather peculiar.

"So... this is how you eat?" She looked at her hands, which were covered in transparent gloves, and then at the various tempting foods in front of her. A sense of novelty welled up within her. This was completely different from the dining style she had been familiar with since childhood, which was all about etiquette and etiquette. It had a rugged and straightforward appeal to her.

"Okay, loosen up, do whatever's convenient for you," Gray encouraged, already reaching for the "Explosive Chicken Burger" that looked the most generously filled, and taking a demonstrative bite.

Seeing that Gray had already started eating, Philippa finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and turned her gaze to the dark brown drink with the strange straw—Cola. She cautiously approached the straw and, imitating Gray's earlier action, took a small sip…

A cool, bubbly liquid, sweet yet slightly stimulating, instantly rushed into her throat. The wonderful sensation made her squint her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

"This...this tastes amazing!" She was captivated by this unprecedented flavor.

Then, her gaze wandered over the golden delicacies on the table. Finally, she reached out her small hand, which was wearing a transparent glove, and picked up a French fry that smelled of potatoes and oil. She dipped it in the ketchup that Gray had squeezed out for her and put it into her mouth with great anticipation.

"These 'fries' are so delicious! They're fragrant and crispy, and the red sauce makes them taste amazing!"

Then, she picked up the rather impressive-looking "explosive chicken burger" and tried to take a bite with her mouth wide open.

Instantly, a multi-layered flavor explosion exploded on her taste buds—the soft, slightly sweet bun, the tender and juicy fried chicken thigh, the refreshing shredded vegetables, and the sauce with a hint of spiciness and a rich, milky aroma… The rich flavors made her squint her eyes in satisfaction, and she exclaimed indistinctly, “Mmm! This…this burger! The meat inside is so tender, the outer crust is so crispy, and this sauce…it’s so delicious!”

She then tried the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside popcorn chicken, the firm-textured Colonel's Chicken nuggets, and the fragrant and delicious taro pie... With each taste, she would exclaim with delight, as if discovering a new continent. Her fair face flushed with satisfaction and excitement from the food, and her amber eyes sparkled with pure joy.

Even the "cola" that she initially found strange-tasting, after a few sips, she completely fell in love with its refreshing and stimulating effervescence and unique sweetness, and would take a big sip every now and then.

Watching Philippa rave about the fried chicken, hamburgers, and snacks as if she had discovered a treasure, even coughing slightly from the soda because she was eating too fast, but then immediately continuing to devour them with gusto, Gray couldn't help but chuckle, a sense of understanding and a faint sense of accomplishment washing over him.

'Sure enough, in any world, probably no young person can resist the direct taste impact of such high-calorie, high-fat, and complex seasonings,' he thought to himself.

In the modern world of my past life, a fast food restaurant might not be a common choice for a formal date. But for people from another world who had never tasted this kind of food before, the pure and intense sensory enjoyment offered by "Kenken Chicken" was nothing short of a "dimensional reduction attack" on their taste buds. Choosing this place for their lunch date seemed to be the right decision.

He picked up a hamburger himself, took a bite, and chewed slowly. A familiar yet unfamiliar taste filled his mouth. Could it be said that it completely replicated the taste from his memory? Gray thought not necessarily.

Those multinational fast-food giants that have been operating for decades or even centuries, and whose recipes have been tested by the market and adjusted countless times, how could Aiota and his R&D team possibly completely crack and replicate their exclusive marinade, breading, and sauce recipes in a short period of time? The food in front of us seems to taste more "rustic," lacking some of the "precision" and "richness" of industrialization, but it has its own unique flavor.

However, for Gray, who hadn't experienced this feeling in over twenty years, whether it was 100% accurate or not was no longer important.

What matters is this familiar feeling, this taste bond that seems to briefly connect two distant worlds. It's the salty aroma of fries, the hearty texture of a hamburger, the bubbly sensation of cola stimulating the throat... These simple joys were once part of the daily lives of countless people in his world, but now they have become a rare comfort for him in his life as a demon king in another world, tinged with a touch of homesickness.

It really brings back memories...