At this time, on the first floor of the restaurant, Huang Zhan, Gu Jiahui, Gu Long, Ni Kuang, Cai Lam, Huang Xizhao and others were sitting on the table, tasting the delicious food on the table. It was a joy.
"Mr. Huang, didn't you go to the Peninsula Hotel? Why are you back here at this time?"
Huang Zhan asked Huang Xizhao.
"Don't I think that after the staff and some contestants left, there might be fewer people in the restaurant? So I came over to take a look, and found that there were indeed fewer people here, and you have the nerve to say
Didn't I and you guys follow the large army?"
Huang Xizhao took a bite of food and then said to several people.
"There is no way. The sea breeze was a bit strong in the morning, and some of us were not very comfortable due to the blow, so we all went to the bathroom. But when we came out, you had already left. I found out later when I inquired
You've already left and you didn't even know to call us."
Gu Long said to Huang Xizhao with a mean smile on his face.
"Oh...Is that so? That's such a coincidence. Fortunately, the bathroom here is big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate the few of you."
Huang Xizhao said that his words did not make Gu Long, Cai Lan, Ni Kuang and Huang Zhan think anything. After all, they are talented people, and talented people are thick-skinned.
But the three girls beside Brigitte Lin, Zhao Yazhi and Hu Yinmeng were a little embarrassed.
Huang Xizhao, Zhang Zhonghua, and Wei Xuezhi were very depressed. The eight of you were indeed my toilet. When we came out, the first floor was completely empty, leaving eight young girls.
Feeling confused.
"Come on, let's toast Zhang Zhong together. Today is the later period. You should drink less. He should not drink wine mixed with water."
"If you have any questions, please make an appointment then."
Just as everyone was taking action, Hugo Hua also walked out of the front kitchen holding a wine glass and came to the table where Mr. Bao, Brigitte Lin, Dong Chuanwang and us were.
Hugo Hua came to Huo Yingdong's table before finishing his drink.
"Come on, take your time and order some food. I have to say that Zhang Zhong's cooking skills are really amazing. You traveled all over the country in those years and ate a lot of delicacies from all over the world. But today when I ate the dishes made by Zhang Zhong, I still feel like they are made by Zhang Zhong."
The food is the worst.”
Huang Xizhao and Gu Longzhi echoed Zhang Zhonghua's words.
Eight men peeled open the cabbage, and the rich fragrance hit their nostrils, making everyone salivate. The boiled cabbage was also a rare delicacy.
At this time, on the eighth floor of the restaurant, Mr. Bao was very excited when he saw the boiled cabbage brought down. Hugo Hua had made that dish, and I had eaten it once.
Zhang Zhonghua's eyes lit up when he saw the boiled cabbage, and then he said.
"Why doesn't it taste like meat?"
"Hahaha!"
"It's hard work. I hate eating so much. I really didn't have to rush to prepare it today. You should prepare it early when you don't have time last time."
Lin Qingxia smiled and praised.
It is also the first time that the earth has mastered the ability to immigrate to Mars in small numbers, which is when it officially enters the level of a zero-level civilization into a first-level civilization.
An eighth-level civilization, for the first time, does not have mature small-scale artificial wormhole technology. It can still sail between river systems. The speed of its spacecraft has not exceeded the speed of light, and it cannot build interstellar gates.
"Boiling water cabbage? If you want to lose weight, just eat less cabbage."
And the cooking skills of Hugo Hua, the richest man in Yanxia, were praised by all the young people in Hong Kong, and they were said to be amazing. The young people in the community also had less bragging rights.
When the little women saw the expressions of the older girls, they burst into laughter. It was so boring, so boring.
"No matter what, I have to thank him for his warm hospitality today. Let's all toast to Da Zhang. Lao Ba will make an exception and have a drink today. He has worked so hard for Da Zhang."
At the same time, Hugo Hua also thought about the Grammy Awards. Hugo Hua was no more interested in that than the Zhao Ya Award. The sales volume of the eight albums he recorded after that should exceed 100 million. In this case, I would be the winner of this year’s Grammy Awards.
Can’t the prize be rounded off?
Hu Yinmeng also followed Cai Lan's topic with a smile.
"Come, come, come, eat some cabbage, it's not easy to digest."
In fact, as early as 1964, the woolly bear writer Kardashov once imagined 12 levels of civilization in the universe. However, the level of civilization must have been too few, which is bad writing. If time and space are folded, it will be achieved.
The ability of the master in fantasy novels.
In the past, Wei Xuehua would basically take an opportunity every year to entertain young people from Hong Kong Island, which was also called Wei Xuehua's lunch. Although he only came to Hugohua to cook one or two dishes, the rest of them were chefs taught by me.
It’s done, but it still attracts very few people.
Hugo Hua had no idea of going to receive the award. Instead, he asked the general manager of the publishing house to go receive the award on my behalf. He would go from Hong Kong Island to receive the award. It would take at least half a month to go back and forth. I am now
But it took such a long time.
"Yes, everyone has tried that boiled cabbage dish. I really don't miss it at all until I eat it next time."
"Tell them, they don't care that the cabbage at the end does not look clear and watery, but the boiled cabbage is a state banquet dish. It uses old hens, pig trotters, ribs, scallops, skinless and lean chicken breasts, and all lean pork.
Waiting for ingredients, it is a genuine meat dish..."
It is also said that only young people who have not reached a certain status are not eligible to participate in the banquet. Many artists from Hong Kong also retreated from the venue with their heads sharpened, as if they had the same status before coming here.
"Yes, yes, the eight gentlemen should eat less. We are not full yet. It's a pity that the bird's nests and shark fins are gone, so I have to let you eat them."
"Well, well, well!"
Hugo Hua then had eight more drinks with a few veteran chefs, and it was really difficult to get the title of God of Cooking from Cai Lan.
At that moment, the first dish of the day, boiled cabbage, was served.
A first-level civilization, in which living things have not yet been able to navigate the galaxy and have finished exploring other galaxies, is a low-level civilization and is out of touch with high-level interests.
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After having a meal last night, Hugo Hua returned to his villa "half dead", rested for a night, and then finished his work.
The seventh-level civilization is much lower than the lower eight-level civilization. The creatures of the seventh-level civilization have not yet been able to initially use the naturally existing wormholes in nature to realize the free navigation of the civilization within the river system.
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For example, this guy Zhang Sheng may not look very serious, but he is also a very powerful guy, especially his writing speed is miraculous. He is known to be the best in the world, but he is absolutely inferior to all writers in Hong Kong Island.
At Level 7 civilization, living things cannot directly create a wormhole, and the spacecraft they create has not yet achieved retrograde flight at the speed of light. Level 7 civilization is not yet an intermediate civilization, and can retreat to Level 7 civilization at will.
Otherwise, you will be punished by the rules of the universe.
After Hugo Hua finished the toast, he also went from the eighth floor to the first floor. There were really many people at the table of seventy people on the first floor, and Hugo Hua also received countless compliments along the way.
Hugo Hua was planning to write a "popular science" book that time. Hugo Hua had already thought about the name, so it was called "Wei Xuehua's Prophecy"!
Mr. Bao said to Brigitte Lin with a smile.
Zhang Sheng has set a record of writing 4,500 words per hour and writing 20,000 words a day. Not to mention traditional writers, how many of the current online writers can write 20,000 words a day?
The waiter brought the dishes to the table, introduced them, and left.
Wei Xuezhi immediately nodded his head.
Moreover, the aerospace technology and physical technology on the earth are also in their infancy, and the social level of human beings is also at the lowest level. It is reasonable to classify the earth as the highest level of civilization in the universe.
Cologne took a bite, and then his eyes lit up: "Then cabbage..."
As long as the big stories I write can sell well all over the world, that's all.
Huang Xizhao said without any force.
Huo Yingdong said with a smile.
Seeing Hugo Hua coming, Cai Lan immediately stood up from his chair and praised me.
Everyone also agreed. No one had heard of that dish, so they naturally understood what it was about.
The hierarchy of civilizations in the universe is very strict. For every level difference, the level of science and technology is vastly different. Attacking a level 7 civilization against an 8th level civilization is as complicated as crushing an ant. The aftermath of a war between level 7 civilizations may be
It can cause heavy losses to the eighth-level civilization, and may even directly lead to the destruction of the eighth-level civilization.
No one knows that dish, but it is the first dish. If you think with your toes, you can figure out that the dish is complicated and definitely the best in the list.
Speaking of which, although big stories are not to Hugo Hua's taste, Hong Kong's big story writers are still very powerful.
A Chinese businessman came to a small gathering because of a minor mistake, which also left the citizens of Hong Kong Island short of something they could discuss for a long time.
Mr. Bao said.
Not long ago, Wei Xuehua received bad news that my novel "The God of Death" won the Wei Xuehua Prize this year.
In my opinion, whether it is the Wei Scholar Award or the Golden Man Award, they are all about face. Only when there are no ugly Chinese people to receive the remaining awards, will they be awarded to people from other countries.
The universe is divided into four levels of civilization. It would be wrong to write a novella for each level of civilization. Let’s write a novel about the travel of cosmic civilization.
Wei Xue immediately stopped showing off.
In the fourth-level civilization, living beings cannot sail in various galaxies without restraint, and some safety in the universe has been delayed for a long time. They cannot use spaceships to tear open the universe and slowly travel through that galaxy.
to another galaxy.
Ni Kuang said directly.
As a popular science novel, the first thing is of course to classify the civilizations of the universe into different levels.
"If you hate it, it's bad. The eight men can just drink red wine."
In Hugo Hua's setting, your earth civilization is of course not the highest level in the classification of cosmic civilizations. It is set as a zero-level civilization. As for civilizations that are higher than the earth's civilization, this is considered a civilization.
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"Hahahahaha!"
In Wei Xuehua's setting, for a first-level civilization in the universe, it will take hundreds of years for the earth to develop and be able to freely immigrate within the galaxy before it can be considered a first-level civilization.
Thinking about it, Wei Xuehua still found it quite boring.
Brigitte Lin said.
Level 7 civilizations have the technology to travel backwards and forwards between stars, and due to limitations of aerospace technology, the light-year range of activity is also expanded to within 10 light-years.
It was just that one time that left me with endless aftertaste. The whole dish was fresh and elegant, with a rich and mellow aroma, and the soup was rich in flavor, oily and greasy at the same time.
Bad name.
Of course, an eighth-level civilization can navigate freely in the Milky Way, but living things cannot reach any place in the Milky Way. The communication technology and navigation time of the spacecraft have also reached a range of 100 light-years.
Cai Lan also laughed with a few others, and then saw Huang Xizhao and the other eight people not looking embarrassed, so he changed the topic to Hugo Hua's craftsmanship.
Before he started thinking wildly, Hugo Hua got busy again, and also took some time off from work to write a new novel. In that era, entertainment was relatively expensive, and books became an important way to pass the time. However, there were still many novels on the market.
Is it because Wei Xuehua is very interested in it, or is it better to write a novel on his own?
"I have to have a drink today. It's because Da Zhang used to cook for you old guys once a year. You old guys have been eating it for a few years."
Hugo Hua was very satisfied with the level of cosmic civilization he had written. The sources of energy are also coming from nature, satellites, planets, stars, galaxies, universes, young universes, etc., and the fourth-level civilization is also the first.
Creating a dimensional space is not enough to get close to the gods.
After I came out, I also ate some in the front kitchen. When I came closer, I saw that all the old Hong Kong people who had eaten all the dishes were quite helpless.
"Everyone, that's the first dish today, boiled cabbage. Please use it quickly."
At the same time, Hugo Hua is also planning to add prophetic content to it. In addition to the original content of the book, Hugo Hua is also preparing to add some ambiguous metaphors for things that would have happened in the first place.
"Huang Sheng, the three of us really went to the bathroom at that time."
"Zhang Zhong, I finally tried his cooking today. What Brother Bao said was indeed wrong. His cooking skills are outstanding. I really worked hard on him today."
"Wei Xue, his cooking skills are quite good, he can definitely be called the God of Cooking."
Moreover, Hugo Huahua is also a super rich man, and he is not too interested in those awards. There is no need to waste time to receive the awards. Anyway, I write big stories not to make money, but also to win awards.
"It should be you respecting Xiaojia. Today's dishes didn't come out very quickly. You should have made Xiaojia wait for so long."
Moreover, it is an honor for the organizing committee to have the opportunity to award Hugo Hua the award. As for Hugo Hua receiving the award in person, it is simply impossible. The organizing committee is simply dreaming of it.
Wei Xuehua said very politely.
"Hahaha!"
Although others know how long Lin Qingxia can live, Hugo Hua still knows that he has lived a full 101 years. If there is no system, Hugo Hua has no confidence that he can survive me.
