Omer has always believed that dining together is a complex social ritual.
Generally speaking, diet mainly serves people's physiological needs, but it also has social attributes.
It depends on historical and social circumstances, and today it has become a social behavior - people often arrange it for the purpose of discussing things and solving problems, so that eating itself becomes a secondary element.
When he was in the Orphanage District Orphanage in the Bad District, Omo was used to eating alone.
Because there was a period of enthusiasm in that area where "the collective was superior to the individual", so that after that, the suppressed individuality rebounded, and the concept of "individual society" is still emphasized to this day.
As a result of the increasing encouragement of individualism and personal responsibility, even eating becomes an individual thing - your plate and your portion of food act as a kind of personal boundary that people don't push.
So you can imagine how Omo's thoughts were impacted and expanded when he was adopted by Morrison Linton and brought to the Realm Gate District.
After all, people here even eat from a large plate or even a large bowl, and when they share a dish, it is full of disorder and chaos.
There is a cruelty of war.
Of course, with Omo's adaptability and acceptance ability that are different from ordinary people, it is not a problem to integrate into it. He will soon have to take charge of the house and face the large number of large plates and bowls in the tableware at home.
He quickly overcame the anxiety that most Bad people have when they come into contact with this kind of culture: "When sharing a plate with everyone, I will be particularly confused, thinking about how much I should eat, where I should start eating, and whether I can grab it." Are there other similarly hungry companions? '
In this sense, the Bad people are no less awkward than the Far East people.
Of course, a person from the Far East would probably add something both true and false: 'Will they not have enough to eat? He came to seek the "Asasi", a specialty product of the Far East culture, but after all, Omer was more influenced by Dongyan culture.
When I think about these things, I feel confused, especially since most of the dinner team includes Penguin Logistics.
Able Angel, Croissant, Texas, Lapland, although the last one is barely considered, it can still be considered as most of them.
Mostima is still traveling abroad, the main job of the stewardess is top star, and logistics has long become a pastime in his spare time.
This sounds a bit like the subtlety of a millionaire's experience of delivering food in life. Let's not put it into perspective for the time being. However, Mr. Iss is still on the office chair as always, and is probably inseparable from his workstation.
Omer often feels that he should recommend a complete labor and social security law to the other party, but when the other party has no objections, he should not make unnecessary recommendations.
In this way, only a certain evil beast is left.
The emperor would not miss such a noisy occasion, but he did choose to refuse.
He said some old lines in "I don't want to get involved with you guys", like an old man who will die in the end, and then jumped up and wanted to give him a kick when he saw what Omo was thinking.
Naturally, this kick was in vain. Today, Omo's buff, which was always in full swing, had almost no time to relax, and it was the same until now.
After all, at this moment, it was a dinner party for two groups of people.
It was indeed a dinner party.
Three and a half Penguin Logistics employees, three horse racing girls, and one Omo, the middleman——
——At first glance, this combination does not look like it is just for dinner, but more like some kind of business dinner, and a guy like him who takes care of both parties should be the most busy old unlucky guy.
He was indeed mentally prepared.
Just to introduce each other and even satisfy some people's gossip, I have to come up with the psychological expectations when facing a group of reporters.
But the result was completely opposite to what was expected.
The girls gathered together in a hurry. It was obviously the first time they met, but there was no sense of unfamiliar distance.
In the car arriving in front of the restaurant, Omo had already been squeezed into a corner by changing seats many times, silently listening to these people introducing themselves and being polite.
Those who are progressing quickly are already talking about women's topics such as cosmetics, such as Croissant, Maruzensky and Jin Ji Ling.
The group that progressed more slowly was the exchange of experiences and experiences on horse racing and logistics. This group was obviously Representative Qianming, Texas, the talkative Angel, and the various curious Laplanders.
The topics of the two groups sometimes intersected, and the number of groups changed several times, causing Omer to look at the terminal several times——
——For a man, it is not wise to pay attention to female topics, not to mention that he may not be able to understand them if he gets involved.
His knowledge base does not include how to discuss hair and manicure with others, or even how to deal with skin discomfort and broken fingertips caused by incorrect use of cosmetics.
But anyway, this is a good thing.
It can be awkward when you're ready for a fight but don't know what to do, but the girls' exchanges only made Omer sigh with relief and realize that he had once again thought too badly of the situation.
If you think about it carefully, although these two groups of people are not familiar with each other, at least they have no social fear.
There are even suspected social terrorists mixed in.
There was no need for him to do anything at all. It would be better to say that as the only male, he was in the way.
Realizing this, he focused more on the light screen. Until he arrived at the restaurant to choose a seat, he was still sitting in the corner, resignedly admitting that he was a liability in female friendships.
Not only is it a burden, it may also be a waste.
Although there is no consumption of demon transformation, the changed physique can still give him a nutrition conversion rate that is almost like a horse girl, which is effective in getting rid of the teenage body as soon as possible.
Even though he couldn't grow into an adult on one meal, it wasn't difficult to grow a year or two older, so he temporarily abandoned his usual opinion——
Dinner is not just a complicated social ritual, it can also return to its original intention and become a feast, as long as the participants have a zombie-like heart:
Eat, eat like crazy, eat like crazy! I'm fucking eating eating eating eating eating eating! !
While eating like crazy, he still maintained basic dining manners, just to look inconspicuous, so that the able angel on the side quickly asked: "Hey, is there so little food on this plate? Is it gone so quickly?"
It can only be said that there is a reason for someone who is capable enough to be alone for more than ten years, but this is just as he wishes. The only problem is...
The table was a bit big and his arms weren't that long.
Of course, the mage's hand can solve such small problems, but that obviously does not meet his original intention of marginalization.
"You want this?"
"Yes, Thanks…?"
He subconsciously took the dish from the pair of black chopsticks, and was slightly startled when he saw the black chopstick-like object quickly collapse and retract, shrinking into the shadow under the table, leaving only a red light outside.
But there was no evil intention, only hesitation.
That's Zaro.
What's the fuss about?
If the painting style of the Wolf Lord wasn't really wrong, Omo would have suspected that it was also a member of a certain group.
From yesterday to today, he has been experiencing some inexplicable pranks. This feeling has only been seen in other people - on important days like birthdays, there will be a group of people preparing for it without telling that person. So much so that the man was paranoid all day long.
But August 16th is obviously not a special day. His birthday is not today, and there is nothing else to celebrate. The birthdays of Penguin Logistics colleagues are scattered in June, September, November, and December respectively - these people You shouldn't be excluded from celebrating your birthday.
Of course, Omo just had this suspicion, as if his colleagues at Penguin Logistics were also deliberately excluding themselves from a certain topic.
Lemule, who at first glance was free to express herself, seemed to be restraining Qianming. From time to time, Lapland would insert one or two irrelevant questions when they were talking about stories in their respective fields. Chelenina's position was uncertain, and occasionally Will participate in the conversation, but occasionally bring the topic back to Qianming in an uncooperative manner.
In comparison, Croissant's chat with Ms. Jin Ji Ling and Maruzen was much more harmonious, and there were no sudden changes in topics. They just covered everything from cosmetics to hobbies to work and study.
The interests of the three of them are simply brilliant and colorful. Omer avoided it because of the topic of women, but he paid attention to it because of the mention of zodiac signs and business topics. After listening for a while, he felt that there seemed to be an underlying conflict. It seemed that these three people had always been in conflict. They are fighting back and forth for the sovereignty of the topic, or maybe it's just an illusion.
Because I don’t know the usual chatting style of these two groups, it’s hard to say whether it’s an illusion. What I can be sure of is that the familiarity I feel from time to time is not an illusion.
This did not prevent him from continuing to choose to eat. It was not until the meal came to an end that he suddenly received a message from Lapland:
[The guys you know are all quite difficult, right? 】
【? 】 Omo slowly typed a question mark and looked at Lapland diagonally across the way. The latter was also looking up, showing a cheerful smile, and then immersed himself in typing on his phone.
[I originally said I would accept the challenge, but unexpectedly Croissant surrendered first. Now I have a completely new impression of these Kuranta-like horse ears~]
【challenge? 】
[Otherwise, otherwise you just eat when you are eating, why are you calling us? Aren't you slow in this regard? 】
[There is something special about being competitive in this field]
[I’m not very interested either, but no one can stand the provocation, so let’s give in for now. After all, Sora’s remote support is a little delayed, but rather nondescript]
Do you have extraterrestrial support for your strange topical exchanges?
Omo was speechless. He looked up at Croissant who was calling people to leave, Qianming who was running to check out, and others who were stretching or picking up small bags. He also stood up.
I was wondering whether I should continue to stay at Penguin Logistics in the afternoon, or find a time to sneak back to the bedroom where Tako and Akane wouldn't notice.
How about letting Bourbon investigate first... Just as he was thinking this, he heard the voice that he had become accustomed to suddenly say with a bit of childishness and sweetness:
"Trainer, can you go for a walk with Kallen?"
"..." Omo turned around after hearing this and looked at the real wit who had taken a few steps away.
In just a few steps, she stood in a position that was not too alarming, but close enough that people could better appreciate her carefully groomed beauty.
Then stay with Omer.
He glanced at Chiaki and Maruzen and even Croissant and Texas who had chatted with her.
Then clicked the phrase "I want to go home as soon as possible".
"OK."
he said in a moment of silence.
One thousand monthly tickets to add more updates. Although the enthusiasm was interrupted by group chat in the middle, I still finished it in the evening.
(End of chapter)
