Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

But it feels strange if I don't eat one day.

It can only be said that human habits are powerful; some things become instincts after decades of consistent practice.

Even if the body evolves, the mind cannot adapt immediately.

"Oh……"

Eriri Sawamura touched her flat stomach. Before she came to this world, it was evening in the main world.

Upon arriving here, it had become morning again, and this disorientation of time made her forget for a moment that she needed to eat.

Chapter 59 is not the end.

As Ye Hai and his group headed west, the streets became increasingly clean and tidy, and the people passing by looked much more presentable.

Many of the women there were even dressed in short skirts and top hats, and passersby no longer cast strange glances at Eriri Sawamura.

Indeed, London was the world capital at that time.

As a fashion capital that leads the world's trends, it's natural that some daring socialites are willing to try new things.

Prejudice only exists in places like East London, where immigrants mingle. After all, most women wouldn't dare to appear alone in the sight of thugs and hooligans. The only ones who would dare to go out in a short skirt are prostitutes who attract men by selling their bodies.

The West End of London, as the city’s wealth and cultural center, presents a completely different scene.

There has been a noticeable increase in the number of police officers on duty and patrolling, maintaining stability and prosperity in the area.

Everyone on the street held their heads high and looked arrogant.

Even those workers or vendors who were not well-dressed and were obviously engaged in manual labor, when their eyes swept over Ye Hai's Asian face, subconsciously straightened their hunched backs and a hint of contempt curled at the corners of their mouths.

On the contrary, Eriri Sawamura, the blonde with blue eyes, blended in perfectly with the environment.

After all, during this period, neither the United States nor other European countries could achieve the same level of dominance as Britain.

The sun shines eternally over the empire's territory, and this was not just an empty phrase during this period, but a stark reality.

Meanwhile, weak Asia was at the bottom of the social hierarchy, probably only slightly better off than Black people during this period.

Black people were not considered human at that time.

The emancipation movement that broke out in the United States did not affect the attitudes of European countries towards Black people.

During this period, the African colonies remained merely the lifeblood of European countries.

This filled the British people with pride during this period, and at the same time gave them a sense of superiority that made them look down on people from other countries.

Even a dockworker would proudly raise his head when facing a wealthy foreigner, boasting about the vast Royal Navy fleet of the British Empire in front of the foreigner.

Although the Royal Navy had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Oh no, perhaps they should pay taxes for it.

"Hello, sir and madam, welcome. The best spot by the window is currently available, perfect for gentlemen and ladies like you."

As soon as Ye Hai and Eriri Sawamura entered, the waiter greeted them with a smile and was very humble, showing no sign of any difference because Ye Hai was Asian.

This was certainly not because the waiters were particularly elegant, but because Ye Hai and his group had already been observed the moment they stepped into the store.

With a rosy complexion and neat, well-dressed clothes, he was clearly from a wealthy family who had long enjoyed a life of luxury.

In an era when the problem of basic needs like food and clothing had not yet been completely solved, the difference between the poor and the rich was truly obvious at a glance.

As a professional waiter, Horace only cared about whether the customer could afford the meal, and didn't care where the customer was from.

Asians might be even better.

Few of the Asians who came to London during this period were poor.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat? Ladies first, I'm a very gentlemanly person."

Ye Hai flipped through the menu and asked Sawamura Eriri.

This is a big problem, really.

He can't understand the menu!

It wasn't that he didn't understand English at all, but rather that the restaurant's menu was entirely in artistic handwriting.

In addition, menus from this era simply couldn't have pictures.

This left Ye Hai completely bewildered, so he decided to let Eriri Sawamura, who was half-British, take the order.

"..."

Eriri Sawamura stared at the menu and also fell silent.

She... couldn't understand it either.

Do British people like this kind of menu these days?

Moreover, she spends most of her time in Japan and has no idea what's typically on a British menu.

Steak?

There should be, right?

Doesn't the sign outside say "steakhouse"?

Just as Sawamura Eriri was struggling with her decision.

Another person entered through the door. Horace glanced up at him, then frowned and said with a forced smile to Ye Hai and his companion, "Please take a look at the menu first. If you've decided what you'd like, just let me know. I'll go attend to the guests at the door."

"of course can."

Eriri Sawamura nodded hastily, as if she had been greatly relieved.

After receiving permission, Horace turned and walked toward the person who had just entered and sat down in the center of the hall: "This seat has been reserved."

"Please come this way."

Horace led the newly arrived guest to a corner, and the man didn't say anything, but got up and followed.

This was a young man wearing a badly worn woolen short coat, with holes at the elbows, frayed edges, and remnants of oil and salt stains from his long journey.

The most eye-catching thing was the yellow and white striped pants made from a flour sack—the rough stitching of the cheap burlap sack was clearly visible, and there were ridiculous patches bulging at the knees, making a rustling sound when walking.

After they were seated, Horace impatiently handed them a menu. If he weren't worried that kicking this person out would affect the other guests' dining experience, he would have loved to kick the penniless man out.

Horace had seen people like this before. Even if they had money to eat, they would at most order a small bowl of noodles to satisfy their pursuit and fantasy of high society.

“I’d like some ham and eggs, a big piece of good fried steak, all the side dishes, and a thick sauce.”

The customer glanced at the menu and quickly told them what they wanted.

Horace, while writing, glanced sideways and said, "This will cost a lot of money."

The young man ignored the contempt in Horace's words and raised his hands to indicate, "I know, another big glass of ice-cold beer."

Horace glanced at the man with some suspicion; he was now starting to wonder if the man was planning to freeload (well, that's fine).

The things in their shop aren't cheap; the stuff the man just ordered is enough to feed a poor family for a month or two.

But he had no evidence, so he could only take the menu back to the bar and hand over what the man had ordered, so that they could prepare the food.

The loss is the boss's, but if things get ugly, the boss will only scold the waiter.

After weighing the pros and cons, Horace decided to let the guy finish eating first.

"Hey, esteemed gentleman and lady, please forgive my rudeness, have you decided what you'd like to eat?"

After dealing with the annoying man, Horace returned to Ye Hai and the others' table with a big smile on his face.

"Could you please bring us two servings of the same dish that gentleman ordered? He seems to know a lot about your restaurant's specialties."

Ye Hai smiled and handed the menu back.

His gaze swept over the man's retreating figure. This world seemed to be more than just Jack the Ripper.

Chapter 60 Eriri, who's both bad at it and loves to play

Horace paused for a moment, but immediately put on a fawning smile: "Of course, sir, whatever you order, I'm sure our chef will give you a satisfying experience."

Actually, the British eat pan-fried steak more often; only Americans would like to deep-fry steak.

However, Horace saw that Ye Hai was Asian, so he didn't say much.

After Horace left, Ye Hai began to argue with the Supreme God in his mind.

"God, why does this world have the protagonist of 'The Million Pound Note'? Isn't this the world of 'Jack the Ripper'?"

That's right, the homeless-looking man we just saw was Henry, the protagonist of "The Million Pound Note".

Although Ye Hai only used his telekinetic power to scan the envelope casually, he found a one million pound note in the envelope in Henry's arms.

Yes, that's right, it's banknotes, not checks.

According to the original story, only two tickets were issued in London, and banks could exchange them for an equivalent amount of gold upon presentation.

A homeless man, an envelope, and a million pounds sterling.

These key elements, when put together, perfectly match the book in Ye Hai's mind.

[The Main God Space traced the origins of this world through Jack the Ripper's pheromones, but this does not mean that Jack the Ripper is the only inhabitant of this world.]

Information from every world that spills into other worlds can potentially dissipate into countless stories.

The Supreme God answered indifferently, as if it were not a question at all.

Ye Hai nodded thoughtfully, as if it made perfect sense.

Anyway, he doesn't know whether what the God said is true or false, so he'll just assume it is.

The dishes were served quickly, two portions.

Although they ordered later than Henry, their food was served earlier than Henry's.

Eriri Sawamura curiously leaned closer to the large glass of chilled beer in front of her. The golden liquid swirled slightly in the glass, with a layer of fine white foam floating on top.

The aroma of malt mixed with a slight bitterness entered her nasal cavity, making her wrinkle her small nose involuntarily.

"Don't you want to try it?"

Ye Hai noticed her movements and asked with a smile.

Eriri hesitated for a moment, her blue eyes flashing with a mixture of longing and wariness: "I...I've never drunk alcohol before..."

Even when she went to parties with her parents, she was always one of the kids who drank orange juice at the children's table.

"Then let's try it."

Ye Hai cut off a piece of steak and casually said, "Anyway, with me here, I can carry you away even if you're drunk. It's perfectly safe."

"Where is this safe..."

Eriri Sawamura muttered to herself, feeling that Ye Hai was also super dangerous.

However, she still carefully picked up the wine glass, first sticking out her pink tongue to gently lick it, and then her eyes lit up: "Huh? It's sweet!"

Then she mustered her courage and took a big gulp, but the next second she started coughing violently, her face instantly turning bright red: "Cough cough cough! It's so bitter!"

Didn't your biology teacher teach you that the tip of your tongue is most sensitive to sweetness?

Ye Hai couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the silly Eriri. When you take a small sip of beer, it mainly comes into contact with the tip of your tongue, which is sensitive to sweetness, while when you take a big gulp, the beer quickly fills your mouth and washes away a lot of the back of your tongue, which is most sensitive to bitterness.

These days, beer is often bittersweet due to substandard brewing processes, and even the craft beers in high-end restaurants aren't much better, naturally still having some flaws in taste.

That's why it's said that the wealthy British class during this period loved drinking wine.

The brewing process for that stuff hasn't changed much in the last few hundred years.

During this period, beer was mostly consumed by lower-class workers, for no other reason than its low price.

This is why Horace showed a strange expression just now; perhaps in his opinion, respectable people shouldn't drink beer.

Eriri, still not convinced, took another small sip. This time, she learned her lesson and let the wine linger on her tongue for a while longer.

After the bitterness, a hint of malty sweetness does indeed linger in the mouth.

　(acej) Before she knew it, she had drunk almost half a cup.