Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 74 Ogami's Language Talent
There are glutinous rice crackers in the kitchen... Is she cooking?

But where did the ingredients come from?
Chen Yan realized that the ingredients might have been brought back by Ogami—has that guy finally returned?

He is a ninja from the Sakura Kingdom who doesn't have half a steel on his body, where did he "bought" the food!

Enduring hunger, Chen Yan forcibly pulled himself together, trying to behave as naturally as possible: "It's me, are you cooking?"

As he spoke, he stepped into the kitchen.

The kitchen at 33 Walker Street has seen age, the bricks in the fireplace have been blackened by smoke, the hob...

Let’s call it the hearth, which was originally an earthen stove for baking bread. After being remodeled by the previous landlord, the earthen stove was removed and turned into a hearth for chopping boards.

Imperial people don’t have a concept similar to “cooking” in Asian culture. Most of them are used to eating toast, various sauces and vegetables-compared to the poor families in the lower city, this is a godsend delicious.

But now, Nuomi Guo is standing on a small stool brought from the living room, wearing a large gray apron left by the previous landlord, busy in front of the stove.

"Meals will be ready soon!"

In the kitchen, a candle was found from nowhere, and with the moonlight coming in from the window, the sight was not dim.

After Chen Yan entered the kitchen with a kerosene lantern, his vision became better.

"What are you doing?"

With better lighting, Chen Yan saw a cod that had been cut open on the stove.

cod...

Chen Yan swallowed hard.

This is a rare thing.

The meat of cod is delicious, the most important thing is that it has no thorns, and even after being cooked, it can keep the meat delicate...

Chen Yan once ate it on the ferry to the empire, and he still remembers the deliciousness of cod until now.

But the glutinous rice fruit obviously didn't cook the cod—even if she wanted to, there was no briquette in the apartment to heat the pot.

The cod was cut into regular rectangular fillets and neatly arranged on a wooden, cleaned cutting board.

"The resources of the empire are much richer than those of the hometown."

Glutinous Rice Fruit obviously hasn't handled things like cod, her movements look a little clumsy, and her hands seem to be injured.

Fortunately, it was just a broken skin and no bleeding.

Listening to her words, Chen Yan asked thoughtfully:
"Didn't you eat glutinous rice fruit like this when you were in your hometown?"

Nuomi Guo shook his head, and said in a low, soft voice:

"No, there are very few things to eat in my hometown, and it is not easy to have a full stomach."

Chen Yan scratched his head.

For civilians, life is not easy anywhere.

He went on to ask:
"What do glutinous rice fruits like to eat?"

Nuomi Guo raised his head, thought about it seriously, and said a name in a happy tone.

"persimmon."

Chen Yan was stunned.

"Persimmon...persimmon?"

Nuomi Guo lowered her head, a look of reminiscence emerged between her brows.

Chen Yan couldn't see her expression, and thought it was not a good memory, so he immediately shut his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, the footsteps of "Dong Dong..." sounded from upstairs.

Chen Yan could hear the footsteps being unpleasant and messy, like the footsteps of a very sleepy person going downstairs.

A moment later, Ogami's figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

He no longer had the two scary katana swords on his back, and he had two huge dark circles under his eyes. He looked tired and walked unsteadily.

"Ah, it's the landlord, you're back."

Ogami came to Chen Yan's side, bent over and bowed slightly.

Chen Yan was stunned when he heard him speak.

Didn't Ogami only know the language of the Sakura people?
How come it's only been two days and you're already greeting Chen Yan in the language of the ethnic group to which he belongs?

Glutinous rice fruit answered his doubts.

"My lord, Ogami has a special talent for languages."

Chen Yan thought in his heart: This is too special... It doesn't make sense at all... You just say that he is an extraordinary person with language talent, maybe I can accept it more...

Ogami clearly saw that Chen Yan didn't believe it, so he made a classic imperial joke in the usual joking tone of the imperial people:
"My lord, when I came back today, I heard the voices of actors imitating birds and animals from a certain theater.

Few people are better at ventriloquist than opera actors, right? "

This!
Here’s a classic joke from the Imperials—pun intended:
It shows that the actors' ventriloquism is good, and it also shows that the actors' "ventriloquism" is good!

Surprised!

He really understands!
Chen Yan couldn't accept it for a while.

It took him half a year to barely get started with Imperial Language.

In some special contexts, he still couldn't understand the meaning of the imperial people.

And Ogami, this seemingly rude ninja, a dull middle-aged man who couldn't even speak the language of the Chen Yan tribe two days ago, in just two days, not only mastered the imperial language, but also proficiently opened it. It's an empire joke!

Chen Yan had nothing to say.

In order to divert the embarrassment, he could only follow the etiquette of the people of Ying Country, imitating Ogami's appearance, bent over, and said politely:

"How was your day?"

Ohgami sighed, complaining in his tone:
"Too bad, my lord, the people of the empire don't seem to like reasoning, and they always like to conflict with people."

Chen Yan has a deep understanding of this.

He nodded deeply:

"It's like this. It's completely different from Asians. Most of their personalities are more...self."

Ohgami looked uncomfortable:

"Yeah, they are not only egotistical, but also unimaginably arrogant! They insist on conflicting things that can be discussed!"

Chen Yan recalled his experience today, and sighed:

"Who says no? Whenever they have the slightest chance to show their strength, they would like to put their guns on your forehead, just to let you know how powerful they are."

Ohgami looked very indignant:
"I've been outside for the past two days, and I met such a group of imperial people. They are unreasonable, and they point guns at people if they disagree with each other. How can this be a reasonable attitude?"

Hearing what he said, Chen Yan suddenly remembered that on the first night Ogami came to No. 33 Walker Street, he killed two police officers because they pointed guns at him.

He won't... kill again, right? !

Chen Yan tentatively said: "Oh, we can't kill them all. There are so many people in the empire, when will we finish killing them?"

After hearing this, Ohgami sighed with complicated eyes.

"Master Landlord."

His tone became very drawn out.

"This world may be different from what you imagined."

As soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by the glutinous rice fruit.

“The sushi is ready!”

The glutinous rice fruit is holding a cutting board and is placed on the dining table next to the kitchen-the imperial kitchen and the dining table are the same room.

Knowing that Nuomi Guo didn't want him to continue talking, Ogami sighed and summarized what he just said:

"In short, with me here, there is no need to worry about the safety of your house!"

Chen Yan just smiled.

He echoed Ohgami's words in his mind:

Believe me, I know exactly what the "different world" you are talking about is like.

(End of this chapter)