Chapter 468 The sheep covering the mountains is also considered a royal private kitchen?
All the mysteries have been solved, and the feeling is immersive, which shocked the old scholar.
The old scholar's voice trembled, and he looked at the yellow-robed emperor in the Qinzheng Palace with misty eyes, feeling excited and in disbelief.
While seeing the "portraits" of Emperor Qianlong's life with his own eyes, he accidentally discovered a unique hobby of Emperor Qianlong that was never recorded in any history books - Emperor Qianlong liked to scold his mother when he was alone reviewing memorials...
"Sure enough, it's true, it's true...but, there is no historical record..."
Next to him, a familiar voice sounded: "Historical records must be written by someone. It is impossible to have people around the emperor at all times. Taking the elderly to immerse themselves in the situation is not intentional, but I just want to warn you. Do academic research, just do academic research.
When doing research, don’t let others take advantage of you. Just because of a little benefit, your original intention will be shaken, for example, just to find fault with you.”
Old scholars remember that this is the "chef" who plays the role of "Qianlong" in the private dishes of Zhutian Royal Family.
The old scholar was in a daze, still looking at the Qinzheng Palace in disbelief, at the Xiangshan Mountain at night, and at the Emperor Qianlong not far away.
When he looked sideways, he happened to have eye contact with the "chef" next to him.
"Old man, tell me, are my words true?"
The old scholar's face was red with embarrassment, and he felt guilty and embarrassed at the moment. Because before this, he had indeed been invited by a friend in the same field to criticize him "professionally".
I just never thought that I would pick a cactus.
But the next second, the old scholar pushed up the thick glasses in disbelief, and his pupils instantly dilated.
He pointed at Qianlong in the Qinzheng Hall with his inscriptions open and closed in horror, and then pointed at the "chef" next to him: "You two...how do you and Emperor Qianlong look so good..."
"Whoosh!"
A ray of yellow light passed through his skull, and the old scholar was confused and returned to reality.
Qianlong had already used the imperial energy inherited from Ying Zheng to erase the memory of the old scholar's "wandering mind" just now. However, the "conclusion" he had just experienced remained in the old scholar's mind.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old scholar who had been arrogant since he came in suddenly bowed ninety degrees to Qianlong and said sincerely: "I am presumptuous to bother you today. I am an old man with little talent and little knowledge. I am not as good as Mr. Wang. I wish you all the best for your private kitchen business."
Prosperity, the old man retires."
"Ahem!" The old scholar coughed twice, led a few students, and left humbly and silently.
An academic leader actually admits that he has little talent and little knowledge in front of a "chef"?
This result shocked everyone, especially the reporters and internet celebrity anchors who came to interview.
After this turmoil passed, the reputation of Zhutian Royal Private Kitchen became even greater, attracting a group of casual fans.
Ying Zheng and Zhong Li Wuyan looked excitedly at the rising power of faith in the background. Although the absolute number is not big enough now, there is a long way to go. Zhutian Royal Private Kitchen will definitely be the first among all members to complete the collection of the power of faith in advance.
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The secret defeat of historians does not affect other "forces" from continuing to shine.
Among them, there was a tall, bald man who claimed to be a Michelin five-star chef. He pointed at a dish and commented loudly: "In terms of culture, I don't do reviews, that's not my specialty. But this 'Yangzhao'
As far as Gunshan is concerned, the workmanship is rough and the appearance is average, so it can never be royal cuisine."
The bald chef's comments once again attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone gathered around the signature dish "Yangzhaqunshan" on display and took a look. Sure enough, this dish looked ordinary. How could it be a royal cuisine?
"This is mutton stewed in water, right? Judging from the color, aroma, and taste, the color is average, even ugly. As for the aroma, it does have a little bit of mutton aroma, but it should look like royal cuisine."
"Well, I agree with this. Royal cuisine must be high-end and classy. This dish is just like farmhouse and home-cooked food. Anyone can make it, right?"
The bald chef was very satisfied. Just now, the historian who was entrusted to launch the first wave of "attack" on the private dishes of Zhutian Royal Family was defeated, but he easily found a breakthrough point, which made him feel very happy.
"I really don't know how mutton stewed in water became a royal cuisine. The soup is also turbid. It seems like nothing is added except mutton? Tsk, tsk, tsk, the owner of this restaurant doesn't know what happened. Was he deceived by the chef?"
Seeing that he had successfully attracted the attention of the melon-eaters and anchors, the bald chef opened his voice even more and pointed at Ying Zheng: "You are the owner of this store, right? Please explain, such an ordinary dish,
How did it become royal cuisine and become your signature dish?"
Being pointed out?
As the First Emperor, Ying Zheng's royal arrogance has never been extinguished in his bones. Even after he went to Zhutian Supermarket and learned about the death of Qin Dynasty II, his spirit as the First Emperor and his bones as the Emperor of Heaven and Earth were still not shaken.
If such a rebellious commoner, who identifies with his fingers, were left in his native world, his life would be torn apart in a matter of minutes.
"Bold! If you point a finger at someone who is rude, you will be punished!"
The Qi of the Eternal First Emperor in Ying Zheng's body filled the heaven and earth, his dragon eyes were majestic, and he shot out a vast aura that shook the world.
The Qi of the First Emperor was slightly released, stabbing the bald chef directly.
The bald chef instantly felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and he had a sense of déjà vu at the Meridian Gate. His heart trembled, as if he had seen the majestic and towering emperor's true form, and he knelt down with a "pop" sound.
The entire movement was completely involuntary and uncontrolled by the mind.
There were more than 300 diners and more than 100 reporters at the scene, and the Internet celebrity anchor was also stunned. The majesty of this "boss" was so realistic that it almost made people breathless.
It’s just a business, how serious is it?
At this time, Xiang Shaolong chuckled and explained: "Don't mind, everyone. Our Zhutian Royal Private Kitchen adheres to the concept of royal culture that is infinitely close to the royal culture. The boss just did his job. But this gentleman, if you point to others, it is true that there is no
Politeness, I hope you won’t do this next time.”
"Oh, that's it. Hey, this store is really weird. From the boss to the chef to the waiters, they are all very professional, all in royal style, not bad, not bad, full of features."
"Isn't this the bald chef? Even though he's rude, he's not going to kneel down to apologize."
"Hehe, you dare to point your finger at the emperor. In ancient times, it was a serious crime that could wipe out nine tribes."
A kind person helped the bald chef up. The bald chef was covered in cold sweat and could hardly dare to look directly at Ying Zheng, who had dragon eyebrows and tiger eyes.
Ying Zheng did not go into details, but asked: "Who is responsible for this 'sheep covering the mountains'?"
After Xiang Shaolong whispered a few words in Ying Zheng's ear, he stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted: "Kublai Khan, the First Emperor has summoned you."
Kublai Khan, who was immersed in making beef bone soup, wiped his scarf and said: "I know, come on."