Chapter 704

Liu Chuanwen is more concerned about the taste of the wine than the illusory time.

In his view, the age of drinks is a gimmick. Isn't the role of wine only a drunken solution to a thousand worries? Is it possible that those boring literati add a unique meaning to the wine? He can't help but guess.

Tang Chuan returned to his position, once again determined his own position.

The treatment just now was simple for Tang Chuan and could not be simpler. But no matter who is the same, can feel the seriousness of his body, that kind of dedication can brush 100 pieces of professional blessing in the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhang Jingxuan is very grateful to Tang Chuan, not even weaker than his own group of employees.

However, they all feel their own changes, without saying a word. This private room is not the place they should come.

People and people are not the same, especially in the face of their own teachers, leaders, most people are difficult to calm down.

As a result, they are all struggling to wait to eat or not to eat.

Tang Chuan stood up, and with a smile lifted the mud from the wine jar, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

"Just like I thought it would be!" Tang Chuan's smile was a little more proud, and his eyes flashed with gold. He asked, "this wine is good. A cup for one person is almost enough..."

the fragrance of wine enters his nose. Liu Chuanwen slaps his thighs, and his eyes rotate with the wine jar. He murmurs, "where is a cup enough? I want one!"

"Wu Song can drink 18 bowls without three bowls. Uncle Wu can drink 18 bowls, but it's still on that day. It's not in line with your identity if you drink too much." Tang Chuan light way, he said very tactfully.

This wine is very good, but he doesn't know the name. The only one who can definitely drink a kilogram of old wine on weekdays can't match this glass of wine.

To some extent, this glass of wine is no longer ordinary wine, and spirit wine is almost the same.

One cup after another has been filled, which is different from the cup which was not surprising at the beginning. Now the cups on the table are all antique, and they are antiques.

It is also because Chinese tableware rarely uses silver, and suddenly silver is somewhat abrupt. Fat managers want to treat Tang Chuan with a set of legends that the emperor used to use silver in the restaurant.

In his opinion, things are dead things, far less precious than the living, not to mention the value of this table who is not willing to suffer losses.

He was also angry at what he had just done and complained that he had not paid attention to them. Otherwise, it will not offend Tang Chuan and others.

There are so many explanations that Tang Chuan is not willing to listen to any of them.

The dishes are very fast. They are more abundant and delicate than the ones just now. Even Tang Chuan wants the word "light" to be done incisively and vividly by them.

"It's a local dish, isn't it? I just don't know who the chef is. " Zhang Jingxuan looks at the dishes on the table, his face is a little ruddy. The glass in front of him was still eight points full, and he was already drunk.

He can't talk about good wine, but he can drink in this business for sure. With a history of 5000 years, no one dares to say that he is proficient in antiques. Like the owners of these antique shops, most of them can only know a little.

But that's enough.

Zhang Jingxuan knew a master who was able to see at a glance the identity of the original owner of the unearthed utensils. If he was a teacup, he could also guess what tea had been contained in it.

Although most of his insights were in the Song Dynasty, he was already very impressive.

Zhang Jingxuan is not a master, but he is not comparable to ordinary people. At a glance, he is sure that this is a government dish, and it is not the so-called government food outside.

It's not to get a table of dishes that nobody knows, and then it's the kitchen whose ancestors are.

The real official cuisine has always been a high-end atmosphere on the endorsement of the grade.

We should know that in the feudal period, he would dare to make whatever he had, but the only people who could eat the dishes he cooked were the first and second grade officials of the imperial court, or the royal family members.

"What's the difference?" Liu Chuanwen was surprised that he didn't pay attention to eating. He had eaten this kind of food, and the taste was really good.

Zhang Jingxuan explained: "the difference is not as big as you think now, but it's not a little bit... In short, it's better to take the Dragon liver and chicken gall as a child to make dishes, and it's better to ask for all the details, or not to stick to one pattern?"

"I really can't say..." Liu Chuanwen didn't understand what he meant. He only knew the literal meaning. It was the same.

Liu Qingyan turned his lips and said, "is it a good five-star hotel or a street stall? You know, the technical gap between chefs is not a little bit. "

Liu Chuanwen understood this and said with a smile, "I'd like to see what the difference is."

After that, he stretched out his chopsticks, took a piece of fish and fed it into his mouth.

"Good, but I don't know where it is." He said, his face is full of ideas.

"The road is simplified. Few people can tell the subtleties of it. They can only express their feelings with a good word. This is the real food. " Zhang Jingxuan sealed the coffin.

The local cuisine is not something that ordinary people can eat, or even the royal family members can enjoy. It is the big family, the real aristocratic family, who can really enjoy the official dishes.Many people thought that since Sui and Tang Dynasties, the family died out of history, and did not see "the old king Xie Tang anteyan, flying into ordinary people."

After that, the seven five surnames that dominate the world gradually declined or were replaced.

But this is only the records in the history of the world. In fact, these large families have always had a lot of relationship with the world of practice. Can you see those who appear in the process of changing the dynasty or who evade the blame under the name of the monks?

If it is only a temple, but temple, behind Taoist temple is the world of practice, can let oneself live without life.

Zhang Jingxuan has limited knowledge, he does not know the Xinmi in it, but he did eat a real sense of government food when he was young, and he has been studying and remembering it all the time.

So that he knew that the dishes were not ordinary at the sight.

"This chef is so good!" Liu Chuanwen can not help but praise, to his niece said: "green smoke, better wait for the father 80 birthday, the chef please go back to the chef?"

"It's not so simple... The chef is not the move that ordinary people can ask," Zhang Jingxuan said, without waiting for Liu Qingyan to answer

Liu Chuanwen was not convinced, "he can get us a table, my father's face he dare not to give?"

Tang Chuan smiled, and he was very bright: "I really believe he can't give you face!"

Liu Chuanwen was silent, but anyone could see his grinding teeth.

Tang Chuan got up and went straight to the golden door of the room and pushed open the way, "let your chef come!"

Without waiting for an answer, he closed the door brush and returned to his position.

"It's time to eat and drink." He said, politely start to taste the same.

These dishes have different tastes, but only one thing in common is light. As for the delicacy, it is no less than what he eats in Longgong and in large areas.

Of course, it's up to the food.

A heaven and a underground food, even if the kitchen god came, can not be done, the Qiao woman is also difficult to cook for rice.

"You're sure you asked to move him?" Liu Qingyan held the cup and asked with a smile.

Tang Chuan nodded naturally, "I am a kind of person with him, and I can dominate his fate!"

Zhang Jingxuan feels funny, he respects tangchuan very much, because today because of his reminder and help, he can sit here intact. Plus, he is a miracle doctor, and it seems that there is a kind of medical ethics.

Any one is not difficult, but it is not easy to add two together.

"So, what was sold here is not authentic?" Liu Qingyan said, smile will fall out of the eyes at any time.

Tang Chuan shook his head naturally. He was not a god operator, and he never came here. How to know what he sold before.

Besides, how can we buy ginseng with the money of radish for a cent and a cent of goods.

Originally Zhang Jingxuan said to get the best table, but was rejected by Tang Chuanli of course.

The reason is, it's unnecessary.

He has eaten too many good things, he can cook, although not the best, is not bad.

If it wasn't Zhang Jingxuan's heart, he would not come here and eat these things.

Of course, he doesn't mean that these things are bad, but he feels that he has not been able to get down at all recently, and spend his daily running. It is not so easy to talk about life with his sister and to talk about his ideal.

The knock on the door made a sound, which was very common and very nervous, without a specific rhythm.

"Please come in!" Zhang Jingxuan has been used to being a communicator, responding.

The door opened, and a face similar to that fat manager came in, followed by a slightly skinny body.

Perhaps it is amazing that there is only one person in Tang Chuan who is a human spiritual practitioner, but others are also among the people, especially Liu Chuanwen. His power frightened him and dared not treat it at will.

"I don't know what the elder called for the young people to come." After hesitation, he was hard to open his mouth, still not afraid to expose his identity.

The word "predecessor" is often heard in China. Is the elder a person who is walking in front of him? But when Tang Chuan became the cook's predecessor, and the man did not hesitate to speak directly.

Is it difficult to be a cook who also studies medicine? Liu Chuanwen in the heart of such a reasonable explanation, but this cross-border is too big!

Tang Chuan saw him, but he understood how the bullying fat man sat in this position, and what happened to the table and vegetables.

"What about his invitation to the chef on his 80th birthday?" Tang Chuan pointed to Liu Chuanwen and said politely.

He laughed, looked at Liu Chuanwen, frown inadvertently, turned to timid way: "I don't know what you and he is?"

"Not familiar"

the short three words let him relax and proudly said: "although I don't know who your father is, and who is behind you, I will not show it if not for the previous generation here!"Liu Chuanwen's face remained unchanged. He didn't need to be angry with a cook who didn't know the sky and the earth. He just wondered why Tang Chuan could know so accurately that he would not agree with himself. That's all.

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