From Kanban girl of Xingyue to BOSS

Morgan directly asked for a quiet box, but when faced with the menu handed over, Morgan was dumbfounded, completely unaware of what this was for.

It's a pity that the waiter had already walked out, and she didn't have anyone to ask. Just when she was about to go out and shout, Liya spoke.

"This is for ordering. What do you usually eat, Miss Huang? Just look at the names of the dishes and order." Liya was more experienced, so she opened the menu and took a look before handing it to Morgan.

"Is this used to order food? The world is changing too fast, and I can't adapt to it. I didn't expect you, my sister, to know."

After receiving the menu from Liya, Morgan opened it and read it.

"Well, I just experienced it before, so I know something."

"Sister, what do you like to eat?" Morgan asked Liya after glancing at the menu.

"I can do anything, the only thing I don't like is the spicy one. Well, you can choose any ordinary dish that can feed two people."

"Okay, then let's have some of these." Morgan gently stroked the name of the dish with his finger on the menu. It was an extremely subtle operation of mana control so as not to damage the menu in the slightest.

After choosing the dishes, Morgan showed them to Liya to see if there were any problems and if there was anything to add.

"That's enough." Liya just glanced at it roughly, and found that there were more than a dozen dishes. If she was not more able to eat, these two people would definitely not be able to finish them.

"Waiter outside, please come in." Liya called to the open door, and then a male brother walked in.

"We'll just order these, thank you little brother." Liya smiled softly at the waiter.

"Oh, thank you for that." It seemed that she didn't expect Liya to thank her. The waiter looked at the two people with some doubts, and then took the menu away in silence.

"Sister Huang, did you notice the waiter's expression just now?" Liya suddenly asked Morgan after the other party left.

"Is it puzzled? What's the matter?" Morgan was puzzled.

"Then do you know why the waiter was so confused just now?" Liya continued to ask.

"How could I know, sister, do you know something?" Morgan asked with interest.

"I don't know, I can probably guess a little bit."

"Oh?"

"Look at the clothes of the two of us. The waiter should be used to seeing that kind of domineering, and he is probably used to being scolded by the nobles. That's why he was puzzled by my thank you just now."

"Eh? Is that so?" Morgan looked at Liya and the clothes she was wearing.These are all made of high-quality silk, which are expensive and not affordable for ordinary people, at least only nobles can wear them.

"Well. In this era, nobles and commoners, the gap between these two classes is very big, at least it can't be resolved with a sentence or two." Liya sighed.

And isn't this the biggest purpose of wanting to reform?At least in my own eyes, the world I see should be equal.

"So this is what you want to do when you become a queen, sister?"

"Well, look at those people outside. These are some very ordinary people. Have you seen the smiles on their faces? Before I became king, they were all frowning, but now everyone's face is sullen. Smiling faces show that they are full of hope for the future."

Liya walked to the window, looked at most of the pedestrians outside the restaurant and said softly

Chapter 92 Leah's Story

Morgan walked up to Liya and looked carefully at the people outside, only to find that most of them had smiles on their faces, and everyone seemed to be full of energy, full of infinite expectations for the future life .

"Why is this happening? I thought the civilians must be very miserable." After observing for a while, Morgan couldn't help asking.

Indeed, before Liya became king, Camelot was full of lifelessness, and every citizen was confused, just living for survival, definitely not like now, everyone has expectations for the future.

Liya sighed and said, "The people in this era are indeed very miserable. Not only are the taxes too high, the laws are too strict, but they are also constantly oppressed by the nobles. How can this not be bitter?"

Liya looked at the civilians outside, "It's because everyone is suffering so much, so I want to change this era. Tell them that human beings are definitely not born to be oppressed by nobles, otherwise, if life is only suffering, that's not too much. Is it miserable?"

For Liya, she became king not to experience a tyrant and oppressor who is above ten thousand people and can execute others at will.

It is precisely because I have experienced the beauty of that era that I don't want to see what happened in this era. They are too pitiful, and their lives should not be like this.

Morgan looked at Liya, only to realize that he didn't know anything about his sister. Although she looks very petite and cute now, she looks so tall and selfless, so far away from her. What she thinks is different from what the other party thinks Think completely differently.

Such selflessness even made her feel ashamed of herself.

Thinking about herself back then, she hadn't thought about what she would do if she became king.But everything he did was actually no different from those nobles. It was all about depriving others of the more difficult living space, that is, his own selfishness.

"Dear guests, the dishes you ordered are ready." When the two of them were looking at the street and meditating, there was a knock on the door.

This also brought the two of them back to their senses, and Liya smiled softly: "What are you talking about? Let's get ready to eat."

Morgan smiled back, too.

What does the life of the people have to do with me? My goal has never been them, I just want my sister to worry about those things, and my goal...Looking at Liya's back, the corners of Morgan's mouth slightly raised.

Liya usually doesn't speak when eating. In fact, she is struggling with the food and has no time to speak.

Seeing that Liya didn't speak, Morgan didn't speak either.It's just that her current expression is nothing but surprise.

What is the life of aristocrats like?

It is a table of dishes, and then eat a little of each dish, and then drink some drinks such as red wine. After eating, the rest will hardly move, which is tantamount to wasting food.

Morgan usually does the same thing. In the way of nobility, this is called elegance.

And look at Liya, she resolutely finished every food on the plate, not even letting go of a trace of soup, it was really delicious, but because she was a cute sister, in Morgan's eyes Liya's food is not bad but also cute~

But this meal also let Morgan know Liya's royal stomach.

After finishing the dinner, the two did not go back, but went shopping on the street.

He hadn't noticed it before, but after talking with Liya not long ago, Morgan is now able to notice the difference among the people.Walking on the avenue silently, watching the changes of the people beside the avenue.

"Little brother, do you want to eat this fruit and taste it?"

A small vendor by the side of the road smiled and handed the unknown red fruit in his hand to a young man who seemed to be visiting Camelot for the first time. The vendor's face showed indescribable excitement and anticipation.

"Ah?" The person who was called the little brother was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, and he hesitated when he saw the fruit handed to him by the small vendor.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous." Seemingly aware of the young man's concerns, the peddler smiled.

The young man was a little embarrassed to be told what was in his heart face to face, but if he gave food to a stranger in a good manner, some people would suspect the other party's purpose, right?

However, he was a bit thirsty when he just arrived in this city. Looking at the bright and clear fruit, the young man took the fruit under the eyes of the small vendor, and took a bite in his mouth, eh?

It is delicious, with a faint fragrance, but it has a special sweet taste. The juice in the mouth is simply very delicious, even much more delicious than the sour and astringent fruit I ate before.

"How do you sell this?" Looking at the fruit on the table, the small vendor asked involuntarily.

The peddler was taken aback, then smiled heartily, and said, "Brother, this is a wild fruit picked in the forest outside the city. This is not for sale. I just took it out to make everyone happy." Everyone have a taste."