"Mr. Shitang, Mr. Shitang?" Raphael's words pulled Pei Yan's thoughts back. Once he came to his senses, he realized that the host had finished speaking, and the table was already filled with sumptuous food. Everyone was looking at him with friendly and eager eyes.

Miss Sifuer, noticing Pei Yan still sitting motionless and expressionless, broke the awkward atmosphere spreading in the air, "Mr. Shitang, this banquet is prepared to welcome you. Under the harsh conditions of fighting the Disaster Legion, preparing a luxurious feast like this is not easy. Even I haven't enjoyed such treatment until now, so please enjoy this feast prepared especially for you."

"Uh..." Pei Yan glanced at the others around the long table, his expression growing more awkward.

Seeing Pei Yan still motionless and looking grave, Raphael put down his wine glass and jokingly said, "Mr. Shitang, you don't think we would poison the food, do you?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the dining room immediately tensed. Pei Yan let out a long sigh, looked around, and finally said helplessly, "First, I must thank Mr. Raphael and Miss Sifuer for their kind hospitality, but I really don't know how to..."

Saying this, Pei Yan looked down at the food on his plate, a hot, smooth, and tender oval white strange food. These people hadn't prepared any knives, forks, or chopsticks for him—were they meant to eat with hands?

Seeing Pei Yan's actions, everyone present realized the situation and burst into light laughter. Raphael quickly stood up and repeatedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry! That's my oversight; I forgot Mr. Shitang came from another world." Saying so, he gave a slight nod to the butler beside him, who understood and beckoned the other attendants. Soon, a set of intricately engraved silver cutlery was placed in front of Pei Yan.

Pei Yan picked up the knife and fork and quietly observed Raphael, seeing him move the food closer, slightly lowered his head, and a blood-red, straw-like appendage protruded from his mouth, easily piercing and sucking the contents out of the food on his plate.

Soon, others did the same, with similar tubular parts extending from their mouths. That's when Pei Yan understood why they hadn't prepared knives and forks; it seemed this was a unique physiological trait of Hell Plane creatures.

Knowing how to eat now, Pei Yan put down the cutlery in his hand, snapped his fingers, and an iron straw appeared in his hand, which he then inserted into the food and slowly began to sip.

Despite preparing himself for an exotic dark cuisine experience, when the semi-fluid food entered his mouth, Pei Yan's eyes lit up. It was soft and glutinous, with a slight tea-like bitterness at first, but after chewing a bit, a refreshing sweetness filled the mouth, leaving an endless aftertaste.

At this moment, everyone in the dining room had halted their actions, focusing on Pei Yan. Seeing the look of intoxication on his face, everyone exchanged glances and smiles. When Pei Yan finally drank all the contents of his plate, leaving only the thin shell, Raphael smiled and asked, "Mr. Shitang, how was the taste?"

"Very sweet, with an endless aftertaste! May I ask what this food is?" Pei Yan leaned back in his chair, gently stroking his belly. Although it was flow-like, such a small amount surprisingly gave a feeling of fullness, far more filling than expected.

"This is what you asked about in the fields earlier today. It's a crop steamed to perfection, and those served here are exquisitely managed and rare in production." Raphael said, looking at Pei Yan and continuing, "Mr. Shitang, could I have a look at the utensil in your hand?"

After taking the straw Pei Yan handed over, Raphael examined it closely before passing it to the equally curious Miss Sifuer, commenting, "A very clever little thing. Mr. Shitang truly has a keen eye. Could you give it to me? While we don't need it, it would be perfect for entertaining guests from other dimensions. I'll have some made like it for future use."

Pei Yan didn't refuse such a small request and readily agreed. After this little incident, attendants brought out one dish after another. This time, the food wasn't much different from the Western cuisine Pei Yan had seen in reality, and others were also given forks and knives.

Pei Yan didn't hold back, taking up the table's cutlery and enthusiastically diving into these dishes made of unknown animal origins. As Raphael previously suggested, he was concerned about poisoning, even though he had secretly monitored their every move and knew Raphael had no such intention. However, cautiousness can't be overstated. Before attending, Lin Junzhao had guaranteed him there would be no issue regarding poisoning, so he could eat to his heart's content without worries.

With her assurance, Pei Yan indulged in this exotic banquet. Seeing Pei Yan eat with such abandon, Raphael's previously tense expression relaxed, and with clinking glasses, Sifuer occasionally asked Pei Yan about life in the foundational plane, sharing some interesting tales about the Hell Plane. The lively exchange had everyone at the table laughing, gradually pushing the banquet atmosphere to a climax.

Just as the attendant cleared the empty plates and brought out dessert, Raphael swirled his wine glass and leaned toward Pei Yan, a bit tipsily, "Mr. Shitang, I must say, your performance during the red disaster, unaffected by its influence, was truly astounding. Not to mention, the way you transmitted images over long distances amidst the red disaster's influence left us in awe. Miss Sifuer mentioned this is the power of technology, correct?"

With that statement, the low murmurs in the dining room slowly faded as everyone's gaze again focused on Pei Yan. Swallowing an unknown fruit, Pei Yan thought to himself that the main topic had finally arrived. Well-prepared for this moment, he calmly picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, nodded, and smiled as he replied, "Exactly, it's the power of technology, a result of integrating technology with supernatural abilities after years of research and development."

"Oh! Then would Mr. Shitang be willing to demonstrate it for us, to satisfy our curiosity with a live showcase?" Raphael reclined in his seat, unhurriedly raising his wine glass, asking.

"Would it be okay to do it here?" Pei Yan didn't explicitly refuse but instead looked around and inquired.

"Certainly, no worries! The structures here are reinforced, and even if there's some damage, it's no problem. Please, display without reservation!"

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