As long as it's delicious, even insect legs won't be a problem.
Lu Tan peeled off the burnt chitin shell and saw the gelatinous insect meat inside that had solidified due to high temperature heating. The meat exuded a fragrant aroma, tempting people to eat large pieces of it.
Lu Kan tore off a piece of hot meat and put it into his mouth.
Chew chew chew.
After eating it, Lu Kan regretted it a little.
So unpalatable.
Although it looks good on the surface, it actually tastes really bad. It’s like looking at a perfect piece of finger-licking original chicken, but what you eat is Wallace’s grilled chicken legs, and you have to slurp it down with a glass of ice-cold Coke.
I found it was like a toilet cleaner.
Lu Tan noticed the look in the waiter's eyes. He tried his best to control the muscles on his face without twitching or vomiting, and swallowed the insect meat forcefully.
"If you still need it, I can get it for you."
The waitress, who was only a teenager, smiled.
"Let me digest it first."
Lu Tan declined the other party's request.
Watching the waiter leave, Lu Tan hurriedly hid and retched twice. Unfortunately, the insect legs he ate had already entered his stomach, and he couldn't take them out unless he reached in.
"Isn't it delicious?"
Feng Yu saw this and asked.
"It tastes worse than you."
Lu Jian told the truth.
"..."
Feng Yu looked at him with a smile.
Lu Tan hurriedly took another bite of the insect legs on the plate.
"Sure enough, you are more difficult to eat."
He changed his words.
Feng Yu wanted to say something else, but noisy sounds came from the side.
"Mr. Du is here."
Seeing this group of "seniors" in their teens and 20s looking around, Lu Tiao suddenly felt a little funny.
At the entrance of the hall, Du Danping walked into the hall wearing a classical-style robe. He greeted everyone, and many people also greeted him. Like a respected elder, it seemed that all camps were on good terms with him.
Give him some face.
Du Danping came to the side of the hall, next to a piano.
This piano is obviously an unearthed cultural relic. The paint on the surface has long since peeled off and is mottled. I don’t know how long it took to repair it. It just stands here, like a singer who has been independent from the old times.
.
Du Danping sat in front of the piano.
Lu Tan didn't know if anyone in this world could play the piano, but he knew very well that in today's wasteland, even the most artistically gifted person could not even be half as good as Du Danping.
Du Danping put his fingers on the keys and tried two notes.
The piano's tone is not accurate. As an instrument left over from the old era, its best effort is to be able to produce sound.
But just as great musicians can play beautiful melodies even with a ruler and calculator, under the hands of [musician] Du Danping, this piano burst out with surprising melodies.
Music like flowing water lingered on his fingertips, and the intoxicating melody lingered in the hall. In this wasteland, there was only a moment of peace now.
If music has magic power, then Du Danping is now a magician, able to bring people into illusions and be mesmerized.
Lu Jian had no doubt that as long as Du Danping was willing, he could use this music to control people's hearts, reverse the situation, and even control pollution and prevent alienation.
This is extraordinary power.
When the song ended, people even forgot to applaud, as if they were still intoxicated by the image brought by the music and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.
Lu Tan subconsciously finished the roasted insect legs on the plate.
"Great musician."
A young man applauded.
Others came out of their daze and clapped along.
Amid the applause, Du Danping performed another song, which was full of melancholy and made everyone feel a little sad again.
At the end of the song, Du Danping stood up, and soon several female Senate members gathered around, eagerly discussing topics related to music.
Du Danping communicated with them in a gentlemanly manner, and then said goodbye to these ladies before looking towards Lu Tan.
Lu Tan was holding a cup in his hand, and the cup contained a kind of wasteland drink.
"This is mead made from a bug called a honey worm."
The waitress introduced.
"Oh, just like mead."
Lu Tan took a sip. The taste of the wine was not strong, but there was a strange taste. Although it was not as unpleasant as Feng Yu, it was not nearly as delicious.
"It is brewed from the liquid excreted by honey bugs after eating other bugs."
The waitress added.
"That is..."
Lu Jian looked at the translucent liquid in the cup.
Life in the wilderness is really difficult.
He quietly put down the cup while the people around him were not paying attention.
"How was it? How did the party feel?"
Du Danping came to Lu Tan and asked.
"Everything tastes bad."
Lu Jian told the truth.
"Haha, it's true that the eating habits here are different from other foreign lands, but as long as you get used to it, you can still taste some of it."
Du Danping chuckled. As he spoke, he picked up a meatball made from an insect's eyeball and chewed it in his mouth.
"You rely on music to win other people's favor?"
Feng Yu was not interested in food. She looked at Du Danping's little fans and asked.
"You mean using extraordinary abilities to control people's hearts?"
Du Danping glanced at the little fans and smiled at them.
"I can indeed use music to do these things, but at least in the wilderness, I didn't do that. Those saints can perceive the extraordinary power. If I had used music to confuse them from the beginning, then I would not be standing there.
It’s here.”
"Cultural perceptions in foreign lands are different, but at least in the wilderness, music is common. In order to survive, they gave up a lot, including art and music, but that feeling and resonance are retained in their genes.
When the melody is played, they will naturally be moved."
After hearing Du Danping's words, Feng Yu was silent for a moment and then spoke again.
"But music shouldn't be enough to convince those in the Senate."
Just like reality, even if one person sings a song, he will not entrust his future, wealth and life to the other person. In the final analysis, art is just a luxury compared to survival.
"Music is just a means of getting closer. In the wasteland, the most fundamental reason for you to have a better relationship with other people is to reflect your value."
Du Danping said.
"It is precisely because of this that the pursuit of the academy is difficult to understand, because it is difficult to intuitively transform the exploration of the past into value that can be used immediately. So far, the things people have excavated in the ruins have not fulfilled their original purpose.
Some functions, even the piano, if I hadn’t noticed it, would probably just be scattered in the trash without anyone noticing.”
He looked at the people not far away who were talking in a low voice and pointed over there.
"Just in time, let me introduce you to the leader of this city, the saint of Utopia. His name is Plato."