Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 146 Holy Wine
After the scattered and chaotic hymns were finished, Fang Yuan said again: "Great Supreme God, who loves the world with kindness, now, let us recite the "Ode to the Cat God" together!"

"The vastness of heaven and earth, the mystery of creation. There is the Supreme God's religion..."

This time there was a little more unison, but only slightly better than the chaotic singing just now.

Shi Fei just followed suit and pretended to recite. The Ode to the Cat God was half classical and half vernacular, and he really didn't recite it smoothly.

The most important thing is that he came here to eat and drink, not to recite some nonsense "Ode to the Cat God"!
Zhou Shumian beside him, however, recited the entire “Ode to the Cat God” with great emotion: “…In a drunken dream, there will be no disasters forever!”

"Ah!" He sighed and said, "Where can you find a place like this, free from disasters forever!"

For someone like him, insomnia is enough to torture him, let alone other things in life.

When Fang Yuan saw the believers’ voices stop, he continued, “Fellow believers, take the Holy Communion! Don’t forget to pour a glass of holy wine.”

"okay!"

"middle!"

"I've finally been waiting for this sentence!"

Then Shi Fei saw many people standing up and picking up plates to eat. Shi Fei did the same, taking whatever he wanted to eat.

It has to be said that the food here is extremely rich, from soup dumplings to bread, from soy milk to eight-treasure porridge, from scrambled eggs to twice-cooked pork, Shi Fei was dazzled.

After he finished his meal, Zhou Shumian reminded him to pour a glass of holy wine.

The alcoholic beverages are placed in a corner, and Erguotou, Fenjiu, beer, red wine, rice wine, cocktails, etc. are placed in several cabinets.

"But I don't want to drink..." Shi Fei looked at several cabinets and said to Zhou Shumian.

"Then just take the bottle of drink and pour it into the cup!" Zhou Shumian said as he picked up his cup.

The cup in his hand was the one commonly used in restaurants.

Shi Fei saw that his cup was filled with white liquid, as if...

“Is this soy milk?”

"Well! It's still hot and there's no sugar! I'm old and can't drink it cold!" Zhou Shumian nodded and admitted frankly.

"Is this the holy wine?"

"It's enough to have the intention. The Supreme God didn't say that soy milk can't be holy wine!" Zhou Shumian said with a blink.

"..."

Shi Fei suddenly began to like this atmosphere.

He walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of Happy Fat House Water, poured it into his glass, and then sat back in his original seat.

The faint aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of food made Shi Fei feel as if he had come to a self-service lunch box in Northeast China.

He didn't start eating.

Because he saw other people sitting down after getting their meals, or opening a bottle of wine, or a bottle of drink, or pouring soy milk or Tremella fuciformis porridge into their cups. He guessed that there was still a process to go through.

Sure enough, Fang Yuan saw that most people were sitting down. He opened a bottle of Erguotou on the podium and filled a small cup.

Holding the cup high in his hand, Fang Yuan faced the others and chanted the prayer:

"Great old drunken cat, you weave the world with dreams and bestow truth with intoxication. Today we gather here, may your dreams envelop us, may your intoxication guide us."

Others also raised the messy things in their hands and said in unison: "May the drunken dream last forever, and may fish and wine accompany us forever." Fang Yuan shouted again: "Drunkenness is the truth, and dreams are eternity! Cheers!"

Others also shouted: "Drunkenness is truth, dreams are eternity! Go!"

So everyone drank the mess in their hands and started eating their own meals.

Afterwards, Fang Yuan came to a table covered with a golden fish-shaped vessel and chanted a prayer: "Fish, you are the supreme gift, and only those who are favored by the old cat can enjoy it. Today we offer this fish, and hope you will accept our piety."

"May you bless us forever, and may fish and wine always be with us! Anyone who is favored by the old cat can come and eat this fish!" He lifted the golden vessel, revealing a large plate of fried golden fish pieces.

However, he never expected that his words would immediately cause complaints from others.

Shi Fei was eating his meal when he heard others say:
"Why fish nuggets again? Are you British? Is this the only dish you can cook?"

"I remember who made the stinky mandarin fish once? It was delicious!"

"How much is a pound of mandarin fish? These pieces of fish are all grass carp, how much can they cost? Besides, the chef who made mandarin fish quit and went back to his hometown."

"Who wouldn't get tired of eating fish nuggets every day?"

Zhou Shumian on the side also nodded and said, "That's right, that's right!"

Shi Fei remembered that he hadn't eaten fish for a long time, so he picked up two pieces. When he stood up, he saw other people sitting together in twos and threes, drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was very lively.

It didn't seem like a sacrifice to the Supreme God, but more like a gathering of old friends.

The fish pieces were fried golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, delicious with a hint of salt and pepper. Shi Fei estimated that a pound of fried fish like this would cost several dozen yuan.

So he took a few more pieces. Zhou Shumian, who was standing next to him, saw this and said to him, "Take less. You'll get tired of it. We have it every day. If you can't finish it later, we'll let everyone take it away."

"..."

It turns out that this is how you can get fried fish and eggs after the sacrifice!
I thought the fried fish was some special gift, but it turned out to be just leftovers.

This is simply... too reasonable!
"You are so young, how can you suffer from insomnia?" Zhou Shumian said after he had almost finished eating and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Shi Fei ate the fish and ate the rice, saying, "I don't know, I just suddenly couldn't sleep."

"Hey! Same as me!" Zhou Shumian recalled, "The work at the station was quite busy. I was busy for a while, and then suddenly I had some free time, and I couldn't sleep."

He is not a teacher, but a TV station worker.

"Oh, everyone in this room?" Shi Fei said, looking at the people in the room.

"Yes, all of them!" Zhou Shumian waved to the people a few tables away, as a greeting to an acquaintance.

"Then do you know who set up this Church of the Supreme God?" Shi Fei asked curiously.

"Maybe he is someone who suffers from insomnia and is lonely!" Zhou Shumian rubbed his eyes and said, "You know what? People with insomnia are in pain. They can't sleep, and they feel uncomfortable staying at home. But they don't know where to go if they go out."

"So..." Shi Fei said, "someone set up such a church?"

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Zhou Shumian looked at the room with a faint smile on his face.

"This will cost a lot of money!" Shi Fei said as he calculated the rent, chefs, and ingredients here.

"How much money is this?" Zhou Shumian sneered and said, "To some people, it can be earned back in the blink of an eye."

Zhou Shumian had obviously seen many rich people and knew that the expenses here were nothing to other people. So, he felt at ease to come here to eat and drink for free.

Of course the most important thing is that it is lively here and there is no loneliness!
(End of this chapter)