Chapter 1820 - It's Delish!

Harrison ate one roasted pig's eye in a bite, and his face scrunched up as he indulged himself in the mixture of its heat and goodness.

Dracula looked down at his pepper steak, and took a deep breath to calm himself down in case he could not resist the urge to send the little fatty flying with a slap.

"Old sir, would you like to try one?" After finishing two skewers, and gulping down half a pint of beer, Harrison handed a skewer of roasted pig's eyes to Dracula warmly.

"No." Dracula rejected him expressionlessly. There was no reason for him to flare up on this little fatty when he was so nice.

"Then I'll help myself to it." Harrison smiled, and bit on one roasted pig's eye.

The veins on Dracula's forehead throbbed. He almost did not resist the urge. Dracula stabbed a piece of steak with his fork, and put it into his mouth. The fragrance of red wine and steak diffused in his mouth, and that made Dracula shift his attention back on to his steak.

One could never get sick of this steak! On top of that, this red wine… What a waste of the good stuff!

"Your stinky tofu." Angela served a round plate which was covered with a golden cover, and placed it in front of Harrison. After that, she removed the cover.

A uniquely stinky tofu's fragrance exploded out like a fragrant bomb.

"Eurgh…"

Dracula, who was immersed in the goodness of the steak, spat everything out the moment he took a slight whiff of the stinky tofu.

"Whose toilet exploded!!" Dracula covered his nose, and waved his hand while creating a smell barrier around himself. He looked at the little fatty, as well as that black thing in front of him, in disbelief.

"Hehe, old sir, this is the top-grade delicacy, you'll have to see it to believe it—stinky tofu." Harrison picked up the black stinky tofu carefully as though it was a treasure. He dipped it in the sauce, and then put it into his mouth.

"Oh, this taste! It elevates my soul." Harrison's eyes rolled back as he indulged in the goodness of the stinky tofu.

What kind of monster is he?! Are humans so hardcore now? Harrison was dumbfounded. It seems like I can't drink humans' blood anymore. They are no longer pure.

"Your stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls with rice." Yabemiya quickly served the dishes to Harrison again.

The name itself made Dracula look away. On top of that, he started seriously considering if he should just move away with his steak. If this went on, he would not be able to finish his meal properly, no matter how good the steak was.

"Boss Mag is incredible! This dish is as beautiful as a flower, and these little balls are so cute," Harrison exclaimed.

I'm not believing you. This little fatty is so naughty. Dracula rolled his eyes, and was not convinced.

"Hey, old sir, if you don't like the stinky tofu and the roasted pig's eyes, why don't you give this a try?" Harrison told Dracula. He felt a little apologetic that his stinky tofu seemed to have affected Dracula's meal.

"No." Dracula rejected coldly. What a joke. Even if he were to die here, he would never eat the octopus tentacles!

This old sir is a little proud, Harrison thought to himself. However, he did not go on lest Dracula got annoyed. He picked up an octopus tentacle, and put it into his mouth.

This time, there was no sound at all.

"Hm?" Dracula found it a little strange that Harrison was suddenly so quiet after all his exaggerated exclamations and nonsense.

Hehe, it's revenge. Your fault for eating everything. Dracula smiled to himself. He glanced at Harrison, but was stunned by what he saw.

This little fatty was not petrified. Instead, he seemed to be in a trance-like state. His eyes were unfocused, and his pinky was raised a little, as though he had seen something miraculous.

What's going on again? Could the stir-fried octopus tentacles really be that good? Dracula was confused. He hesitated for a while, and glanced over.

There were two new dishes on the table. There was a colorful plate of food. The red and green capsicums and purple onions took up half the plate, while the small pieces of octopus tentacles took another half of the plate. The surface of the food was glistening, and there was nothing like eyeballs on it. The tentacles were only about the thickness of his pinky finger, and one could barely associate them with the octopus monster in the underground cavern.

The food served on the square plate beside had to be the so-called octopus balls. They were golden brown and indeed very cute.

Just this?

Dracula was stunned. He felt as though he was cheated of his feelings.

This is an octopus tentacle?

This is nothing!

At this moment, Harrison regained his senses. He looked at Dracula in surprise, and said, "Old sir, you have to give this a try. I saw the true meaning in life!" As he said that, Harrison pushed the plate towards Dracula.

A corner of the plate was squeezed into Dracula's smell barrier.

The fragrance of the stir-fried octopus tentacles bloomed.

What's this smell?!

Dracula was shocked. The strong fragrance wafted into his nose domineeringly. It was the scent of the ocean. Together with the other ingredients and seasoning, it had become very enticing.

As a vampire who had lived for centuries in the Boundless Sea Realm, he knew that octopuses came from the sea. The ancestor of the fear demons had a huge octopus as a pet.

However, he never expected that someone would make it into a dish, and that the dish would be so enticing!

Gulp.

Dracula swallowed his saliva and blushed.

He was craving it.

However, he was the ancestor of the vampires!

He had an image to upkeep.

"Look at how deliciously those few guys are eating it." Harrison eyed Krassu's table with a smile, and said, "Boss Mag's new products are all worth a try."

Dracula turned around to take a glance, and happened to see Louis putting an octopus ball into his mouth. The other three were looking for the octopus tentacles in a pile of side ingredients.

"This is…" Dracula felt that the image he needed to upkeep suddenly disappeared.

"Here, give it a try." Harrison passed Dracula a pair of chopsticks with a smile.

Dracula did not resist further. He picked up a piece of octopus tentacle, and put it into his mouth.

"Oh~! This taste!"

The crispy and tender octopus tentacle could be bitten off very easily. It was slightly spicy but very refreshing. The sauce gave it a lot of layers and a wealth of taste.

The goodness that was hidden was also released as he chewed.

While a vampire who grew up facing the sea, he had never experienced such an intensity of the goodness of the sea. What was more incredible was that he actually tasted it in a city in the middle of the continent.

No words could describe his current emotions, and he only had two words.

"It's delish!"