New Gods of North America

Several large ribs cut in half were sizzling in the upper oven.

The baked fat gradually gathered around the bone marrow, then passed through the grill and dripped into the baking pan below.

The ribs are placed alternately on the baking tray. The outer layer has been baked into a bright orange-brown color due to the infiltration of fat, and has just the right amount of charring.

The rich aroma of oil, accompanied by the alluring scent of spices, instantly invades the nasal cavity and plays a symphony of music in the mind.

"Gu~Woo..."

As soon as Wayne woke up and went to the kitchen on the first floor, his stomach started to growl at the aroma of the barbecue.

Parker, who looks gentle and refined, was wearing an apron and a chef's hat, and was busy at the chopping board.

He took out a kitchen knife and quickly cut the skin of a tomato into long, curled strips.

Then the tomato skin was turned over neatly and delicately, turning it into a beautiful "rose" on the plate.

The deft knife skills and plating techniques are obviously those of a chef.

Wayne tried to strike up a conversation with Parker, "Parker, you can actually cook delicious food? That's amazing."

Lina's voice came from behind Wayne:

"Of course he is amazing. I asked Parker to learn in a high-end restaurant for several months. I was so tired during that time that my head hurt."

Wayne looked back and saw Lina walking towards him, wiping her golden hair with a towel in her hand and her head slightly tilted.

She was wrapped in a bath towel, and it looked like a classic teaching video from her previous life.

The northern hemisphere is rich in resources, and the southern continent has smooth lines and slender lines. Combined with that bright face, people can intuitively feel the rising temperature.

Can I watch this for free without paying any money?

Wayne took a few more glances without hesitation and made a slight connection, "Lina, did you live in Frank's place before?"

It seems that delicious food and openness have little to do with the Kingdom of Windsor these days.

"Well, Windsor and Frank have a century-old friendship. I was sent there as a potential spy to become a nun, and then I ran away."

Lina walked to the counter, picked up a little whipped cream with her fingertips, licked her fingers, and then frowned slightly, "Parker, you put too much sugar. Inesa doesn't like such sweet food."

"Frankish feast, it feels more worth looking forward to than the dishes of the Kingdom of Windsor." Wayne said casually while leaning against the door frame and looking at the scenery.

"Nonsense! The best high-end restaurants in the Old World are obviously all in Windsor."

Lina first raised her head and glared at Wayne, then a playful expression appeared on her face, "Because they are all Frank restaurants."

"Hahahahahaha." Wayne didn't expect that this girl could actually tell jokes.

After Lina finished speaking, she lifted the bath towel slightly and went back to the room with a fragrant breeze.

…

After the three of them sat down at the dining table, Lina, who had put on her clothes again, tapped the wine glass gently with a spoon, and then Parker began to serve the food.

The ribs were cut into bite-sized pieces and topped with roasted bone marrow scooped from the rib bones.

Next to it are emerald green boiled asparagus, tender purple beet puree, cut carrots, and "roses" for garnish.

The ingredients were finally arranged on the plate into an appetizing composition.

Lina and Inessa sat side by side at the end of the dining table, with Lina's upper body pressed towards Inessa:

"How is it? I tried my best to choose ingredients that you like. Doesn't it look good?"

Inesa nodded, "Thank you."

"That's all thanks? Where's the hug? Where's the tears of gratitude?"

Lina's face got closer and closer, but was finally pushed away by Inissa who covered her mouth with her hand.

Lina puffed up her cheeks and turned her gaze to Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, try it. What Parker made is delicious."

Wayne was seated far away at the end of the table. He was chewing on a piece of grilled ribs. He nodded vigorously when he heard this. "It's really delicious."

"Is that so?" Lina smiled brightly. "This meal is 20 cents. Coins or banknotes are both fine. Thank you."

Wayne wasn't so easy to fool: "You want me to pay for living in my house?"

"Yeah," Lina blinked, "So... 10 cents? It's worth it to get Parker to cook."

"I can pay for the ingredients and deduct it from your accommodation fee."

Wayne also switched to budgeting mode, "In this case, you only need to give me 5 cents for one night's stay."

Lina stuck out her tongue at Wayne and said, "If you ask Inesa to come over and sleep with me at night, I'll give you $5."

Wayne raised his fork and Lina immediately raised her knife.

Then both parties tacitly stopped the topic. Lina turned her head and moved a little closer to Inissa, pretending to whisper in front of Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne doesn't look like a member of the Holy Spirit Church. So which side is he from?"

Inessa glanced at Wayne and shook her head. "Not sure. He was attacked by a werewolf that should be level 2. When we went over, he had no wounds on his body, but the werewolf was dead."

Lina narrowed her eyes slightly and looked over. "It seems that you are quite powerful to not suffer any injuries when you are attacked by a werewolf."

Wayne felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he tried to change the topic to something that interested him:

"I have a question. 'Werewolf' is easy to understand, but how do you divide level 1 and level 2?"

Inissa lowered her head and cut the meat. "This is a general classification, which may not correspond to the strength. Those who are simply infected by evil spirits and begin to show abnormalities in their bodies are the initial 0th level. Those whose bodies are initially integrated with the power of evil spirits and have some characteristics that are different from ordinary people are at the 1st level.

"On this basis, those who can partially control spiritual energy and use it as they wish can be considered to have reached the second level. From the third level onwards, as long as they do not lose control, they will be closer and closer to the so-called 'mythical creatures'.

"For example, the werewolf last time only had part of his body mutated, and he didn't lose control and transform into a complete werewolf when he died, which means his total amount of psychic energy is limited. But Pastor Hake and I have seen him when he was arrested before, and he still maintained his human form and rationality, so he is roughly level 2."

Wayne thought about it for a while. Apart from his faster healing speed, he didn't seem to have any mutations. "Then is there any way to determine my approximate level?"

Inissa looked over and said, "Each sect and organization has different methods, and they are said to have their own deviations. But I can tell you the Hunter Association's method now, and you can try it yourself tonight."

"Okay."

Wayne got the answer he wanted and continued to eat the meat with satisfaction.

At this time, Lina seemed to have heard something. She straightened her chest and raised her head, shaking Wayne with a fork, "A wild Beyonder? Then you will be responsible for washing the dishes later."

Wayne also stood up, "Aren't you afraid of being attacked by werewolves?"

Lina's round breasts shrank slightly, and then puffed up her cheeks:

"At least take turns washing it. It's hard to use Parker."

Wayne then became more talkative again, "Okay, the person who cooks doesn't have to wash the dishes."