When Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai walked up the second floor, more than ten gazes had already stared at them in the lobby on the first floor and recorded their appearances.
These people are all from the martial arts world without exception.
Among them, there are invitees who came to participate in the Youth Heroes Club like Sun and Huang, seniors from the Jianghu who came to Luoyang to watch the fun, and local local snakes... The reason why they took this look was because they all understood that the "upstairs" that did not come to the building was not that easy to go.
Anyone who knows it knows that this building does not return to the building, there are three floors in total.
The first floor lobby is the most lively place on weekdays. You can sit down and eat with money, but the price is really not cheap.
The second floor is called "Zhixian Pavilion". There are several private rooms and a huge kitchen set up separately from the first floor's back kitchen. On weekdays, most of the time, there are no guests on the second floor because you have to pass the three levels of "one-grade", "one-eye", and "one-word" before you can eat on the second floor.
It would be fine if you don’t go up, but if you go up and fail the three passes, I’m sorry; not only will you not enter the second floor, but you won’t want to enter the first floor again, even if you are on the “blacklist” of the building that is not here. If you dare to come back, you will be directly bombarded by you when you arrive at the gate.
You have to ask the reason? It's very simple, because you are overestimating your ability.
The boss who does not Guilou hates such people who are overestimating themselves the most.
Of course, you have to ask the boss to argue, it is OK. The boss is on the third floor; the third floor is named "Sihuju" by him, and the boss is there for food and accommodation. If you want to "complaint", you can go up and chat with the boss.
Anyway, over the years, there are many people who have gone in to complain, come out horizontally and express "very satisfied".
Even if those well-known figures in Luoyang City come, they still have to abide by the boss's rules and make no exception; that is to say, no matter how rich you are, as long as you can't pass those three levels, you will not be worthy of sitting on the second floor and have to stay on the first floor.
Over time, the people who go up to "take humiliation" will basically be gone.
The distinguished guests who can go up the second floor are undoubtedly very capable people, such as... Shen Youran can go to Zhixian Pavilion to have dinner at will; however, most people of his level are very busy and don’t have time to run here every day. Those who have time may not have so much spare money... After all, the food on the second floor is more expensive than on the first floor.
However, tonight, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai, two young faces who looked just seventeen or eighteen years old, actually walked up like this.
There is no doubt... the people who saw this scene in the lobby on the first floor were already waiting to see their jokes.
"These two guys must have not understood the rules here, or the ignorant is fearless, and they probably have to be driven out without much effort." This is the vast majority of the people present... No, it should be said that it is the unanimous thought in the hearts of all those who noticed them.
This speculation is actually not wrong, but... things are unpredictable.
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"Two guests, please sit here for a moment. The villain went to inform the gentleman." The welcomed man led Sun Huang and the others to the second floor, left them in a place similar to the front hall, and then turned around and left.
Although there are seats and small tables for tea cups here, no one serves them tea, and there are no fruit pans and snacks.
"What's wrong with this?" Looking at the other party's leaving, Sun Yixie was a little unhappy at the time. "What's going on in this restaurant? I have to see the 'sir' for a meal? Do you have to take the exam before eating?"
He said this casually and was really right.
"I don't know either." Huang Donglai continued, "but I just looked around on the first floor. The food here is really good. Maybe we entered that kind of very awesome shop, so there are many rules?"
"Well..." Sun Yixie thought for a while, "You said this... it seems that there is a possibility, but if you open the door to do business, can you still set rules that hinder others from spending?"
"It's hard to say." Huang Donglai was still a martial arts family. Even though he hadn't traveled through the world, he still had heard of some strange people and things. "I have really heard of the kind of shop that sets thresholds for consumption. There are shops in the capital, called "Zhuangyuan Building". The best banquet is that you can't buy money, and you have to exchange it with poems or pairs. Of course... the poems must be good, and the illiterate limerick like you will definitely not work."
"Get out!" Sun Yixie curled his lips, "How can I go to a private school seriously?"
They were chatting like this, and suddenly they heard footsteps.
Soon, a thin figure came from the direction where the welcomed guests left.
The man was about forty years old, not tall, with beards, white face, rosacea, dressed in a literati, hand-cranked paper fan, and light steps. When he opened his mouth, he sounded like Shaoxing accent: "Two, I, Xue Tui, my name is Qingshi, and I was given the first 'Xiao Dezu', but I haven't asked for advice yet..."
Perhaps he was stimulated by Huang Donglai just now, or maybe he heard the other person's way of greeting him is quite stylish. Sun Yixie was also on a whim and said, "It's easy to say it, but Sun Yixie is named 'Yifeng', and is known as 'Aquaman'."
Huang Donglai was listening and almost laughed out loud, but then he thought that this was quite fun, so he continued jokingly: "Then I am Huang Donglai, whose courtesy name is 'gongren' and 'Xudong Laoxian'."
Xue Tui was shocked after listening to the self-introduction of these two illiterate illiterate ones.
He wondered, "Where are these two guys coming? Come up and find us happy? Don't know where we are here? Or come up and find trouble on purpose?"
I thought so, but he wouldn't turn his back on just a few words.
Xue Tui thought for a few seconds, and said in his slightly arrogant tone: "Okay, since Mr. Sun and Mr. Huang have both come up, it means you are prepared, so I won't say much about the rules..." He paused and glanced at the two of them, "Then, who has passed this 'first-grade' barrier?"
Here we need to explain that the three levels of Zhixian Pavilion, "one-level", "one-eye" and "one-word" do not have to be completed by one person; because the private room here can entertain eight people for dinner, so as long as someone among these eight people can pass these three levels, no matter whether you pass three levels alone or each of the three people pass one level, it is fine; but there is a little unchanged... You can only challenge each level once, and if you fail, you cannot change people again, and after failure, all of your eight deskmates will be on the blacklist.
"Uh..." When he heard this, Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai both came back a little. It seemed that they had guessed it right just now.
But now that things have come to this point, Brother Sun, who loves face, must pretend to understand and pretend to be fat. So, after a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and stepped forward: "I'll do it!"
"Ha..." Xue Tui sneered in his heart, as if he had read something from the expressions of the two, but he didn't say it out loud, just continued calmly, "Okay, please, please, two of you."
After saying that, he turned around leisurely with his hands on his back, and led the two of them along the corridor.
After turning two turns, the three of them came to a quite spacious teahouse where an old man was already waiting.
Sun and Huang just took a look and realized that the old man was a chef and a famous chef.
In Dazhi, people have many special features in clothing. Generally speaking, the colors are red, green, blue, gold, blue, soap, tea, white, and skirts, helmets, robes, silk, sprinkles, jackets, and scarves. Of course, in fact, there are far more than these eight or sixty-four correspondences. Here we just list some of the most common combinations in a general way.
Most of these common colors and styles have certain symbolic meanings. They not only symbolize identity level and occupational characteristics, but sometimes they can also refer to the five elements, directions, or character personality... These characteristics have a certain inheritance on today's opera stage, but not many people are interested.
The chef, even in those days, was a relatively humble person, and he was probably wearing green clothes. But if the chef was famous and rich, he could change to wearing red clothes because the Kitchen God belonged to the hottest.
And if you go up a step, the imperial chef has a special official robe, and a "fire skirt" is used to work on the outside of the official robe.
If the imperial chef quit one day... it doesn't count if he was bombed out... the few people who can leave the palace safely can't wear official robes, but the fire skirt can be left behind.
In addition, the waist tags used by the chef in the palace can also be brought out.
The waist card is divided into two pieces of Yin and Yang. The carp is carved on the card, with one tail swam upwards and one tail facing upwards. The two fish are protruding like reliefs and the other concave like cake molds. The fish pattern protruding is a yang card, and the sunken is a yin card. In the palace, the in and out of the palace holds one piece, and the two cards can pass through when checking, which is very clever.
When the chef leaves the palace, he can take the Yang card away and the Yin card is directly destroyed. After leaving the palace, this waist card is the symbol of your identity as an imperial chef... Of course, this operation requires money, and the eunuchs and the guards must be respected, otherwise they will collect your waist card.
At present, the old man in front of Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai have a waist card and a fire skirt around his body. His identity is self-evident.
"Old Yuan Fangzhi, I have met two young masters." After Xue Tui's brief introduction, Yuan Fangzhi also gave a greeting and then asked, "I wonder what kind of food is it... Mr. Sun wants to 'taste'?"
When he heard this question, Sun Yixie realized that the so-called "Yi Pin" was to taste food. He replied: "What kind of options are there in total?"
"Ha..." Yuan Fangzhi had changed his eyes with Xue Tui just now, knowing that the two boys in front of him were probably accidentally rushed in, so he was also a little arrogant when he replied, "The sky and the earth, the mountains and seas, the birds and animals, the water, wood, fruits and flowers... are all possible."
When Sun Yixi heard this, he thought that this old guy was very arrogant. He was jumping at my face. In addition, he was a little hungry and couldn't help but get a little evil: "Ha...that is to say, those who flew up the sky, those who ran underground, those who swam in the river, and those who jumped in the grass... are all OK, right?"
This passage of his is a lyric in crosstalk. Huang Donglai has also heard it. He knew that as soon as the other party agreed, Brother Sun's next sentence would be "wipe the paper on his butt".
Huang Donglai felt that raising arguments would not help them eat faster, and if the other party really took out the paper on the butt for Brother Sun to play, Brother Sun might be severe, so he quickly stopped him: "Okay, okay... Brother Sun, give me some face, don't be so stupid, okay?"
His vulgar words made Xue Tui and Yuan Fangzhi frown, but Sun Yixie did listen: "Okay."
Sun Yixie took another deep breath, paused before saying to Yuan Fangzhi: "Then I... just choose 'fish'."
"Oh?" When Yuan Fangzhi heard the word "fish", his expression was a little subtle, and he followed by a smile, "Ha... OK, okay, young master wait." After that, he turned around and rushed to the kitchen.
In less than a cup of tea, Yuan Fangzhi returned with a large tray.
On the tray, there were five small plates, each plate had something; at first glance, each plate was a fish, but by looking alone, it was obvious that they could not know what they were.
Yuan Fangzhi quickly sorted the plates on the table next to Sun Yixie's seat, then stood next to him, looked at Sun Yixi with a smile and said, "Young Master Sun...please."
Obviously, in Yuan Fangzhi's heart, Sun Yixie had already destroyed this level.
You said that if you choose something like pork, tofu, etc., you might have the chance to guess the origin of the ingredients, or at least guess how to make them; for example, black pig, white pig, Jinhua pig, southern paste, north braised and fried, most people still hear about it.
Fish? With the knowledge of aquatic products and fishing technology of that era, even fishermen sometimes couldn't figure out what they caught. If you take a step back, even the fish that are well-known to the public have extremely many species... Therefore, this can be said to be the most difficult choice.
But Yuan Fangzhi never expected...
"Ha...this is it?" Before Sun Yixiu could move his chopsticks, he just looked at the things in the five plates and showed a disdainful smile on his face.
Now, the smile on Yuan Fangzhi's face disappeared because he vaguely felt that the other party was not bluffing.
Twist.
Sun Yixie lazily picked up the chopsticks, snatched them on the table in a very unpolite manner, and then picked them up and tasted them: "Cooked fish liver with white wine." Before he finished speaking, his second chopsticks had already gone out. The smell of the previous piece of fish in his mouth had not faded, so he ate the things in the second plate, "Pufferfish sashimi, drizzled a few drops of soy sauce." Then, the third bite was, "Dried pike, take chili, salt, cooking wine, onion, ginger and garlic
Wait for the pickled one." The fourth mouthful, "Make up, after steaming it softened, it was mixed with fermented black beans." Finally, when the fifth mouthful of fish was put in his mouth, he smiled again, "Ha... As for the method of making silverfish in the end, just make do; considering that you cooked five kinds of fish in such a short time... Oh no, the dried pike should be ready-made... It is indeed difficult to cook four kinds of fish, so the cooking method is a bit rough, so I don't care."
Huang Donglai was not surprised by Brother Sun's pretending to be like this, after all, they knew the truth.
But Xue Tui and Yuan Fangzhi were stupid...
Xue Tui stood there and thought to himself, "I'm wrong? Did they deliberately talk nonsense when they announced their names just now? Wait... He seemed to say he was 'Aquaman'?"
Yuan Fangzhi was even more miserable, his face was tilted; Sun Yixie not only hit the point where he took out the "five ranks" and how to make them, but also spoke about the term "sashimi" that he had heard for the first time, as if he knew better than him.
Yuan Fangzhi thought to himself: I was never educated like this when I cooked for the Emperor? What's this?
But his idea is actually a stubborn one. What can the Emperor know about this? They don’t even know how much eggs cost, and they don’t know how much water is needed to make meat. Of course, they can’t challenge you. But Sun Yixie is a person who has been dealing with the fish market for both lives. You are pretentious to him? This is like a human swimmer discussing diving with the Atlantis.
"Hmph... I'm not a little bit." Sure enough, Yuan Fangzhi thought about it for a while, but still was not convinced. "Authentic, Mr. Sun guessed what the five-flavor fish were. After passing the 'first-grade' level, but if you say that my silverfish was still 'doubt-do', I want to ask you for advice."
This sentence translates to: "You said I can't do it, right? Then you an up, come and demonstrate one for me."
Actually...it's a bit of a mess.
Chapter completed!