When Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai walked up to the second floor, more than ten people in the lobby on the first floor were already staring at them and taking note of their faces.
These people, without exception, are all members of the martial arts world.
Among them, there were invitees who came to attend the Young Heroes Association like Sun and Huang, seniors from the Jianghu community who came to Luoyang to watch the excitement, and local gangsters... And the reason why they looked at this was because they all understood this.
The "upstairs" of Bugui Building are not so easy to get to.
Anyone who knows anything knows that this Bugui Building has three floors.
The lobby on the first floor is the busiest place on weekdays. If you have money, you can sit down and eat, but the price is really not cheap.
The second floor is called "Zhixian Pavilion". It has several private rooms and a large kitchen that is separate from the kitchen on the first floor. On weekdays, most of the time, there are no guests on the second floor.
, because there is a rule for eating on the second floor - you have to pass the three levels of "one taste", "one glance" and "one word" before you can eat the food on the second floor.
If you don't go up, that's fine. But if you go up and fail the third level, then I'm sorry. Not only will you not be entertained on the second floor, but you won't be able to enter the first floor again, even if you have passed.
This is no longer on the "blacklist" of No Return Building. If you dare to come again, you will be kicked out directly at the gate.
You want to ask why? It's simple, because you don't know your own abilities.
The boss of Buguilou hates people who don’t know their own abilities the most.
Of course, if you want to argue with the boss, you can do that. The boss is on the third floor. He named the third floor "Siyuju". The boss has his own food and accommodation there. If you want to "complain", you can go up and talk to him yourself.
Chat with the boss.
Anyway, over the years, there are not a few people who have complained vertically and come out horizontally and expressed "very satisfied".
Even if those famous people in Luoyang City come, they must abide by the boss's rules without exception; that is to say, no matter how rich you are, as long as you can't pass the three tests, you are not worthy of sitting on the second floor and you have to behave.
Stay on the first floor.
Over time, the number of people who went up to "humiliate themselves" basically disappeared.
As for the distinguished guests who can go up to the second floor, they are undoubtedly very capable people. For example... Shen Youran can go to Zhixian Pavilion to eat at will. However, most people at his level are very busy.
I don’t have time to go here every day, and those who have time may not have that much spare money... After all, the food on the second floor is more expensive than the one on the first floor.
However, tonight, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai, two freshmen who looked like they were just seventeen or eighteen years old, actually walked up to each other.
There is no doubt that everyone in the lobby on the first floor who saw this scene was waiting to see their joke.
"These two boys must not understand the rules here, or they are ignorant and fearless. They will probably be kicked out without much effort." - This is the majority of the people present... No, it should be said that everyone noticed them.
people have the same thoughts.
This speculation is actually not wrong, but... things are unpredictable.
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"Two guests, please sit here for a moment. I will go and inform you sir." The greeter led Sun and Huang to the second floor and left them in a place similar to the front hall, and then
Turn around and leave.
Although there were seats and small tables with teacups here, no one served them tea, and there were no fruit plates or snacks.
"What's wrong?" Seeing the other party leaving, Sun Yixie felt a little unhappy at the time, "What's going on in this store? I'm here to have a meal and I have to meet 'sir'? Do I have to take a test before eating?"
?”
He said it casually, and he was eighty-nine percent correct.
"I don't know either." Huang Donglai answered, "But I just took a look around on the first floor. The food here is really good. Maybe we have entered a very awesome restaurant, so there are many rules?
"
"Hmm..." Sun Yixie thought for a while, "You put it this way... it seems possible, but if you open the door for business, can you still set up rules that prevent others from consuming?"
"It's hard to say." After all, Huang Donglai is from a martial arts family. Even though he has not traveled much, he still hears about some strange people and strange things. "I have heard of a store that sets a threshold for consumption. In Beijing,
There is one called the "Zhuangyuan Building". The best banquet there is. You can't buy it with money, so you have to exchange it for poems or pairs. Of course... the poems have to be good and the pairs have to be perfect. Illiterate limericks like you will definitely not do it.
"
"Get lost!" Sun Yixie curled his lips and said, "I've been to a private school, okay?"
While they were chatting like this, they suddenly heard footsteps.
Not long after, a thin figure came from the direction where the greeter left.
The man was about forty years old, short in stature, with a beard, white face, and rosacea. He was dressed as a scholar. He held a paper fan in his hand and walked lightly. He spoke with a Shaoxing accent: "Two gentlemen, I, Xue Tui, have a gentle word."
Official, I was given the number one 'Little Dezu', but I haven't asked for advice yet..."
Perhaps because he was stimulated by Huang Donglai just now, or perhaps because he heard that the scholar on the other side had a very cool way of greeting him, Sun Yixie also acted on a whim and said: "It's easy to talk, I'm Sun Yixie, nicknamed 'Yifeng', also known as 'Yifeng'"
'Neptune'."
Huang Donglai was listening and almost laughed out loud, but then he thought about it, it was quite fun, so he jokingly added: "Then I am Huang Donglai, nicknamed 'Gongren', nicknamed 'Xudong Laoxian'
.”
Xue Tui was shocked after hearing the two illiterate self-introductions.
He muttered in his heart: "Where did these two idiots come from? Are they here to make fun of us? Don't you know where we are? Or are you here to cause trouble?"
That's what he thought, but he wouldn't fall out after saying a few words.
Xue Tui thought for a few seconds, and then said in his slightly arrogant tone: "Okay, since Mr. Sun and Mr. Huang are both here, it means that you are well prepared, so I won't say more about the rules...
He paused and glanced at the two of them, "So, who of you will pass this 'First Grade' test?"
It should be noted here that the three levels of "Yipin", "Yiyan" and "Yiyan" in Zhixian Pavilion do not necessarily have to be completed by one person; because one private room here can accommodate eight people at the same table, so
As long as one of the eight people can pass these three levels, it doesn't matter whether you pass three levels alone or three people each pass one level, but one thing remains the same... you can only challenge each level once.
If you fail, you cannot substitute someone and try again, and if you fail, all eight of you at the same table will be blacklisted from now on.
"Uh..." When they heard this, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai both came to their senses - it seemed that their casual guess just now was indeed correct.
But now that the matter has come to this, the face-loving Brother Sun must be trying to pretend to understand, so after a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and took a step forward: "I'll do it!"
"Ha..." Xue Tui sneered in his heart, as if he had read something from the expressions of the two of them, but he did not tell the truth and just calmly said, "Okay, you two, please come this way."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, turned around leisurely, and led the two of them along the corridor.
After turning two corners, the three of them arrived at a fairly spacious tearoom, where an old man was already waiting.
Sun and Huang just took a look and knew that the old man was a cook, and a famous chef at that.
In Dashu, people pay a lot of attention to their clothes. Generally speaking, the colors are red, green, green, gold, blue, soap, tea, and white, and the styles include skirt, helmet, robe, 襕, silk, shawl, and coat.
, scarf; of course, there are actually far more than these 8864 correspondences. Here is just a general list of some of the most common combinations.
Most of these common colors and styles have certain symbolic meanings. They can not only symbolize status level and professional characteristics, but sometimes also refer to the five elements, direction, or character... These characteristics are very important in today's opera stage.
There is a certain inheritance in it, but not many people are interested in it.
Cooks, even though they were relatively humble in those days, were supposed to wear green. But if the cook was famous and rich, he could also wear red instead, because the Stove Lord belongs to fire.
And one step further up, the imperial chef has a special official robe, with a "fire skirt" around the official robe for working.
If the royal chef quits one day...those who are kicked out don't count...the few who can leave the palace safely will not be able to wear official robes, but the fire skirt can stay.
In addition, the waist badge used by the cook in the palace can also be brought out.
The waist card is divided into two parts, Yin and Yang. There are two carp tails carved on the card, one with its head pointing upstream and the other with its tail extending upward. One of the two fishes is protruding like a relief, and the other is concave like a cake mold. The raised fish pattern is the Yang card.
The sunken tiles are Yin cards; in the palace, visitors and palace guards each hold one, and when the two tiles match each other during inspection, they can pass, which is very clever.
When the cook leaves the palace, he can take the yang card with him, and the yin card will be destroyed directly; after leaving the palace, this waist card will be a symbol of your status as an imperial cook... Of course, this operation requires money, and the eunuchs and guards are there
You have to be filial, otherwise they will take away your badge.
Now, the old man in front of Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai had a waist card and was wearing a fire skirt, so his identity was self-evident.
"Old Yuan Fangzhi, I have met the two young masters." After Xue Tui's brief introduction, Yuan Fangzhi also bowed and then asked, "I wonder... what kind of food does Mr. Sun want to 'taste'?"
When he heard this question, Sun Yixie realized that the so-called "first taste" turned out to be tasting food. He responded: "What kind of food are there to choose from?"
"Ha..." Yuan Fangzhi had already exchanged glances with Xue Tui just now. He knew that the two boys in front of him probably came in by mistake, so he responded with a somewhat arrogant attitude, "In the sky and on the earth, there are treasures from mountains and seas, birds and animals.
, water trees, fruits, flowers...anything is acceptable."
When Sun Yixie heard this, he thought to himself that this old guy is very arrogant. He is trying to get in my face. In addition, he was already a little hungry, so he couldn't help but get a little evil: "Huh...that is,
Said, it’s all fine that day, flying, running underground, swimming in rivers, jumping in grass huts, right?”
This part of his sentence was a phrase used in cross talk. Huang Donglai had also heard it and knew that as soon as the other party agreed, Brother Sun's next sentence would be "wiping paper".
Huang Donglai felt that arguing would not help them eat faster, and if the other party really took out the butt wipes and handed them to Brother Sun, Brother Sun might suffer a lot, so he quickly stopped him: "Okay, okay...Sun
Brother, give me some face and don’t commit suicide, okay?”
His vulgar words made both Xue Tui and Yuan Fangzhi frown, but Sun Yixie did listen: "Okay."
Sun Yixie took another deep breath, paused, and then said to Yuan Fangzhi: "Then... I'll choose 'fish'."
"Oh?" When Yuan Fangzhi heard the word "fish", his expression was a little subtle, and he immediately smiled, "Ha... OK, OK, sir, wait a minute." After saying that, he turned around and ran to the kitchen.
In less than a cup of tea, Yuan Fangzhi returned with a large tray.
There are five small plates on the tray, and each plate has something in it. At first glance, each plate is filled with fish, but just by looking at it, it is obvious that you cannot tell what they are.
Yuan Fangzhi quickly put the plates on the table next to Sun Yixie's seat, then stood aside, looked at Sun Yixie with a smile and said: "Master Sun... please."
Obviously, in Yuan Fangzhi's mind, Sun Yixie had already committed suicide at this level.
You said that if you choose something like pork, tofu, etc., you might have a chance to guess the origin of the ingredients, or at least guess the cooking method; like black pig, white pig, Jinhua pig, Nanjiao, northern braised, fried and boiled, most people
I still heard about it.
Fish? With the aquatic knowledge and fishing techniques of that era, even fishermen sometimes couldn’t figure out what they were catching. To take a step back, even the fish that are well-known to the public have an extremely wide variety... so
, this can be said to be the most difficult choice.
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"Ha...that's it?" Sun Yixie hadn't even moved his chopsticks yet, but he just glanced at the contents of the five plates and showed a disdainful smile.
At this time, the smile on Yuan Fangzhi's face disappeared, because he vaguely felt that the other party was not bluffing.
Tuk Tuk.
Sun Yixie lazily picked up his chopsticks, tapped them on the table in a very uncivilized manner, and then picked them up and tasted them: "Angler fish liver, boiled with white wine." Before he finished speaking, his second chopsticks were already there.
After he went out, the aftertaste of the previous piece of fish in his mouth hadn't gone away, so he ate the food on the second plate, "Fugu sashimi, with a few drops of soy sauce." Then, the third bite, "Barracuda"
Dried, pickled with chili, salt, cooking wine, onions, ginger, garlic, etc." The fourth mouthful, "Squid, steamed until soft and then mixed with black beans." Finally, when the fifth mouthful of fish was placed in his mouth, he said again
With a smile, "Ha... As for the last way to cook the whitebait, I'll just make do with it; considering that you cooked five kinds of fish in such a short period of time... Oh no, the dried barracuda should be ready-made... Four kinds of fish were cooked.
, it is indeed difficult, so the cooking method is a little rough, so I don’t care.”
Huang Donglai was not surprised by Brother Sun's pretense, after all, they knew each other well.
But Xue Tui and Yuan Fangzhi were stupid...
Xue Tui stood there stunned, thinking: "Did I make a mistake? Did they deliberately lie when they announced their names just now? Wait... he seemed to have said he was 'Sea King' just now?"
Yuan Fangzhi was even worse, his face turned crooked; Sun Yixie not only correctly said what kind of fish he took out as the "five products" and how to make them, but he also mentioned the term "sashimi" which he had heard for the first time.
He looked like he knew more than him.
Yuan Fangzhi thought to himself: I wasn't taught this way when I was cooking for the Emperor's Empress? What is this?
But his idea is actually overkill - what does the Emperor know about this? They don't even know how much eggs cost per pound, nor do they know how to make meat first, so of course they can't challenge you.
But Sun Yixie is a person who has been dealing with fish markets for his whole life. Are you being pretentious with him? This is like a human swimmer discussing diving with an Atlantean.
"Hmph... that's not a bad tone." Sure enough, Yuan Fangzhi thought about it for a while, but was still not convinced, "It is true that Mr. Sun guessed what my five-flavored fish is and passed the 'first-grade' level, but you want to say
The way I made the whitebait was 'just okay', but I would like to ask you for advice."
The translation of this sentence is: "You said I can't do it, right? Then you can do it. Come and show me an example."
Actually...it's a bit messy.
But Sun Yixie didn't mind trying to compete with his opponent in such a sure-win situation: "Okay, come on, where is the kitchen?" As he said this, he had already stood up, and turned to Huang Donglai.
He said, "Brother Huang, come together. I'll make an appetizer for us first."