The Knight of Light plants the sun in the eternal night.

Chapter 111 Dolio

At the dinner party, an extra dish was added to the menu.

It's tofu.

Mrs. Nicole spent two days in the kitchen of the Glowing Mushroom Castle, making dozens of different kinds of tofu dishes. In the end, after the kitchen staff tasted the dishes, she only served one dish that resembled Mapo Tofu.

on the main table.

When Vincent brought the tofu to the table, he whispered a few words in the Baron's ear.

Baron Lenard immediately smiled and said to the distinguished guests, "Ladies and gentlemen, please try a new dish, tofu. This is a new dish that my second son, Leo, has been working on for several months to develop for my birthday."

The male servants served plates of tofu to each guest.

The baron introduced the tofu with a hint of showing off, after all, it was his son's heartfelt filial piety: "I think it's pretty good, so I hope you can try it at this banquet. If you like it, you can get a recipe from me."

"A dish Leo studied?" Baron Tenas Olive asked, scooping up a piece of tofu with a spoon.

After chewing a couple of times, he shook his head: "It has a strange texture. It doesn't have the chewiness of meat, nor the flavor of cheese—I can't get used to it."

The Baron knew Baron Turner's personality: straightforward and direct, without any beating around the bush.

So he wasn't angry about the negative review from Ternas, but just smiled and said, "Every dish has its audience. Mr. Ternas, it's clear that you're not suited to Leo's research on tofu."

"I think it's delicious, I like the taste," a baroness said with a smile.

Soon, the VIPs were divided into three factions over a dish of tofu.

Half of the people don't like tofu, for reasons similar to Baron Turner's: they find it lacks chewiness and flavor, and if it weren't for the spice, they probably wouldn't even bother to try it.

A quarter of the people thought it was okay, they could eat it or not.

The remaining quarter of the people thought the tofu tasted quite good, and it was a very strange experience.

"This—what kind of bean curd did Leo invent?" Lady William Chamaedale, a young and beautiful noblewoman, ate three pieces of tofu, her eyes bright. "Leo the bean curd? It's really delicious. I love it. I need a recipe."

"Doolittle?" Everyone burst into laughter.

Baron Turner laughed loudly, "Lord Lenard, I think Doolittle sounds much better than Tofu. In fact, changing the name has changed my perception of tofu. Haha, I want to have a few more bites now."

As he spoke, he actually ate two more bites of tofu.

“I like the name too,” another baroness added. “Leo is a handsome young man; Doolittle Leo sounds very appetizing.”

The Baron readily agreed: "Since everyone thinks 'Doolittle' sounds better than 'Tofu,' then I'll take the liberty of renaming this dish 'Doolittle—Vincent.' Make a note of who likes it and I'll send them the recipe later."

"Yes, sir." Butler Vincent nodded.

Baron Turnas said, "Although I don't particularly like it, please give me a recipe. The 'Douri' looks beautiful and would be suitable for a banquet. That way, those of you who like it can also enjoy it at my banquet."

Therefore, each guest requested a tofu recipe.

Laughter quickly spread from the main table, and Leo was inevitably teased by his peers at the table.

"What the hell is 'Doolier'? It sounds like Oreo." Leo was furious about being forced to change his name. He didn't want his name to end up on the dining table in this way.

But no matter how you look at it.

The guests at the banquet all knew about the Baron's second son, Leo. Even after the banquet ended, some guests were still pointing and whispering about him from a distance.

Even noble ladies, passing by Leo, would cover their mouths and laugh: "It's Doolittle Leo—oh no, Your Excellency Leo!"

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Leo could only respond with a smile.

"Lord Doolittle, ha!" His sister Lisa joined in the fun, "Now you're famous!"

She was still angry with Leo, and glared at him fiercely as she spoke.

Leo said nonchalantly, "I didn't expect tofu to be so popular. It seems my hard work in researching it was worth it."

"You're quite the flatterer. Father and Grandmother like Doolittle more and more. But let me tell you, instead of focusing your energy on researching trivial food, you should put more effort into your cultivation."

Looking at Lisa, who was feigning sarcasm but actually revealing a hint of concern.

Leo was also confused.

According to the memories left by the previous incarnation, the older sister Lisa always clung tightly to the leg of the older brother Neant, ignoring her younger brother.

I don't know why, but I'm starting to care about him more and more.

Even though she was brought to tears by Leo's criticism yesterday, she came back today.

So he just replied perfunctorily, "I practice diligently every day without interruption. Otherwise, my sister would think I have mediocre talent and wonder how I got to where I am today. Every bit of my strength is worthy of my hard work."

Behind the sweat lies the deep blue—the blessing of the sun.

Lisa was silent for a few seconds.

He said softly, "Do your best at the ball. I know you're proud and ambitious, but a good girl needs to seize the moment—don't always aim for higher goals and waste your time. I—I'm a prime example of what that means."

After saying that, he quickly walked away.

Leo was left deep in thought.

But before he could think for a moment, Newcastle's assistant butler found him: "Young Master Leo, the old lady asked me to inform you to attend the ball, and instructed you not to hide, as she will be watching you from the second floor."

"Understood," Leo nodded.

The lobby of the Glowing Mushroom is a huge dance floor. VIPs who do not wish to dance can sit on the second-floor corridor and enjoy the dances on the dance floor.

Leo quickly arrived at the dance floor.

The pianist played elegant piano music by the dance floor, where young men and women were already dancing gracefully.

Although his grandmother insisted, Leo still found a seat towards the back and sat down to have a drink.

Soon, a beautiful noblewoman walked over.

He was very young, probably around seventeen or eighteen years old.

With a bright smile, he asked, "Lord Doolittle, may I sit down in the seat next to you?"

"Lord Dolio may not allow it, but Lord Leo allows it." Leo smiled.

The noblewoman smiled even more brightly, sat down, took a glass of juice from the servant's tray, took a sip, and then said, "You're very witty, Lord Leo. Let me introduce you. My name is Naofina."

"Hello, Miss Ophina."

"My father is a city judge in Lancashire and holds a lord's title. I am the third child in my family, with an older brother and an older sister," Naofina explained frankly.

The title of Lord is a noble title similar to that of Lord or Knight.

However, the system of lordship and knighthood is hereditary, with fiefs, and the title of lord is simply a noble title, which is for life.

Leo nodded: "As you can see, I am the second son of Baron Fluorescent Fungus. I have older brothers and sisters, and a younger brother."

The two exchanged information.

Naofina began to hint, "Look how well they dance, Your Excellency Leo. How is your dancing?"

She wanted to dance, but her ladylike reserve prevented her from inviting Leo to dance.

Leo, sensing the implied meaning, stood up and extended his hand: "Hello, Miss Ophina, may I invite you to dance?"

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Naofina immediately laughed; she loved to laugh. "With pleasure, indeed!"