Perhaps because there were too many people, Hershel chose to have the meal outdoors, on an open space with a long wooden table that was big enough for everyone to sit.
Hershel naturally sat in the main seat, the hostess seat was vacant, Sean sat in the first seat on Hershel's right, and Otis sat in the first seat opposite him.
In Carl's memory, if it was a formal banquet, men and women should sit separately, but today there was no such arrangement. Instead, two groups of people sat separately.
After the dishes were served and everyone was seated, Hershel clasped his hands together and began to pray in a low voice, "We will eat together with gratitude. Every meal is not easy to come by. God has given us the blood and sweat of our compatriots. We are glad to accept the service for others."
The others quickly followed suit and closed their eyes and clasped their fists, pretending to be like a fool. Carl was helpless. It was the end of the world, and there were still so many rules.
Soon, Hershel finished praying, picked up his fork and gestured, "Everyone, please help yourself."
"Herschel, can I sit over there?" Carl said suddenly.
Carl was pointing to the opposite side, where everyone on the farm sat. As for why they wanted to sit over there, it was of course because Miss Beth happened to be sitting at the very end of that side.
Hershel was stunned for a moment, but still nodded, "Of course."
"Hey, Carl, what are you doing? This is very rude." Lori scolded in a low voice.
"Let's talk later." Karl replied in a low voice and left with the food tray.
Lori frowned, but thinking that the occasion was inappropriate, she decided not to continue scolding Karl.
Carl walked to the other side with the dinner tray, and Beth politely pulled out a chair for Carl.
Carl put the plate on the table, sat down, smiled at Beth, and extended his hand, "Hello, my name is Carl."
Perhaps because Carl was a child, Beth didn't mind at all and stretched out her hand to shake Carl's hand. "Hello, Carl, my name is Beth."
Karl nodded and looked at Beth carefully. Miss Beth was indeed pretty. Although she had some light freckles, it was difficult to hide her pretty face.
And compared to how I remember, Miss Beth seems younger now and doesn't look very old.
"Hey, Carl, what are you looking at?" Beth couldn't help but remind him.
"Nothing." Carl smiled awkwardly, "By the way, how old are you?"
"Why are you asking? I'm sixteen. What about you, Carl?"
"Me, I'm only eleven years old."
Carl felt a little discouraged when talking about his age. He was only eleven years old, and it would take at least another ten years for his body to grow to its peak condition.
However, Beth is much younger than I thought. It seems that it is indeed based on the setting in the play.
But she's only sixteen and she's already found a boyfriend and brought him home. Thinking of this, Carl couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Forget it, don't think about it, let's eat.
He stabbed the fried pork chop in front of him with a fork, cut off a large piece, and put it into his mouth. It tasted pretty good.
After all, cooked food is the best.
During the dinner, Hershel fulfilled his duties as a host and did not ignore everyone. He chatted with Sean and the others.
There were bursts of laughter from time to time, and it seemed that they were having a good conversation, at least that's how it seemed.
"Excuse me." Carl raised his hand. Hershel and others stopped talking and turned their eyes to Carl.
Carl shrugged, "I mean, this pork chop tastes good. Do you have any more?"
"Carl!" Lori said dissatisfiedly. Carl's behavior was very rude.
Hershel smiled and waved at Lori, "It's okay."
Then he said to Carl, "Sorry, kid, because we prepared it according to the number of people, there is no extra, but there is bread, celery olive soup and some salad if you need it."
"Okay." Carl was helpless. He was still stretching his body, so how could he not eat enough?
Maggie brought bread and celery and olive soup, and some salad, and placed them on the table for everyone to help themselves to.
"Thank you." Carl thanked him, took a piece of bread, and cut a piece of butter with a butter knife.
The bread was good too. Well, this was probably the most decent meal Carl had had since coming into this world.
"Kid, I haven't eaten my pork chops yet. If you don't mind, please forgive me?" Seeing Carl wolfing down his food, Hershel couldn't help but smile kindly.
Because Hershel was chatting with others, the pork chops on the plate were indeed untouched.
"Of course I don't mind, but this is not a good idea..." Carl replied after chewing the bread in his mouth.
"Nothing wrong with it." Hershel smiled nonchalantly and handed his untouched plate to Maggie, who was in the third place, "Give it to Carl."
"This..." Maggie hesitated.
Hershel asked back, "What's the problem?"
"Okay." Maggie handed the plate to Beth helplessly, and then Beth placed it in front of Carl with dissatisfaction.
"Thank you." Carl shrugged, not taking it seriously.
Carl has already thought it through. For now, it is more important to strengthen himself, and he can think about other things later.
After eating the pork chop and drinking some soup, Carl was full and had a very satisfying meal.
"Everyone, I'm done eating. Please enjoy your meal. I'm going to take a walk." Carl put the chair back to its original place and left without waiting for anyone's response.
Hershel's farm is very large, and only a part of it is surrounded by a wire fence, but even so it is already an extremely vast piece of land.
Carl was walking aimlessly in the farm. He had just eaten and had to digest the food before he could start his training plan.
Suddenly, a large barn appeared in Carl's sight. Carl knew what was inside. He hesitated for a moment and continued walking towards the barn.
"Hey Carl! You can't go there!" Beth's voice suddenly came from behind.
Carl frowned slightly, turned around, and saw Beth running towards him anxiously.
"Beth? What's wrong?"
Beth panted and stopped in front of Carl, "You can't go to the barn. You can go play somewhere else."
Karl said calmly, "I know what's in there."
"No, you don't!" Beth obviously didn't believe it.
Carl smiled indifferently, "If your father Hershel was here, he wouldn't stop me like you do."
"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Forget it, if I don't want to go, then I'll just go somewhere else." Carl shook his head. There would be plenty of opportunities to go and see it in the future.
And that is indeed a threat, and he has to find an opportunity to clean it up, but Carl will get Hershel's consent first.
Carl felt that based on his understanding of Hershel and the fact that he had almost tricked him, it should not be difficult to get his consent.
Carl smiled at Beth, "Would you like to walk with me?"
"No way! Little boy, do you know you were very rude just now? You left my father with only bread to eat." Beth was a little angry.
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