For a veteran like Mr. Chai, eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, these four words are like crossing the street to pick flowers. Passing the familiar road, it just happened. After running all morning, I was feeling hungry. Meng Xinghe simply made an appointment with Boss Deng and Jiang from Tianxiang Hall. Ye Feng and the other two, under the leadership of Master Chai, found the best restaurant in the eastern capital.
"Ming Yue Tower is not bad. It's very flattering. It's suitable for those arty people." Meng Xinghe said with a smile while looking at the plaque with the three golden characters of Mingyue Tower above his head.
Although the boss of Mingyue Tower did not know Mr. Chai and Meng Xinghe, he did recognize Mr. Deng from Tianxiang Hall. He even specially selected an Accord room on the second floor for the four of them to entertain these guests.
Several people were also a little hungry. After the food was served, they all drank a glass of wine with each other. They all began to savor the delicious delicacies of Mingyue with gusto.
"Third brother, let's have a try. This is Mingyue Tower's signature dish, the drunken duck." Mr. Chai enthusiastically added dishes to Meng Xinghe. He said at the same time: "I heard rumors from outside that this drunken duck is roasted using the exclusive secret recipe of Mingyue Tower. Preparation. Select a just mature female duck. Remove the contents from the belly. Then marinate it in an urn mixed with special spices for three days. After marinating, put it in the oven and roast it slowly. Wait until it is seven When cooked, take it out and add a little wine and honey to smear it. Then put it in the oven and continue roasting. After all the cooking wine and honey smeared on the duck are absorbed into the meat under the action of warm fire, roast it. The drunken duck is not only fragrant, but also the meat inside is full of oil and juice. It is tough but not soft in the mouth, and full of crispness. What is more valuable is that after eating it, it feels like being drunk. That’s why it’s also called Drunken Duck.”
Hearing Master Chai's praise of the drunken duck, Meng Xinghe curiously took a piece of it and put it into his mouth. After chewing it carefully, it was just as Master Chai said. It was crisp and juicy in the mouth. It was like just drinking a warm cup. The wine is a bit ecstatic.
"It's indeed a signature dish. It's really good." Meng Xinghe rarely praises the food on the table. Now, the Mingyue Tower's Drunken Duck is indeed a delicious dish. Chen deserves a few words of praise.
However, when Meng Xinghe also opened his mouth, Mr. Chai continued to show off: "Third brother, I don't know. The drunken duck is only the first half of the dish. The rest has not been served yet." After he said that, he turned to the back. After clapping her hands, a very young woman brought a bottle of fine wine from the cellar.
"Piao Fragrance Wine." Mr. Chai pointed to the exquisite bottle and said, "This kind of wine is brewed from longan, fragrant pears, kumquats, and many other naturally fragrant fruits. I can guarantee that after one sip. Absolutely addictive.”
Even Mr. Chai praised him so much. Of course Meng Xinghe wanted to taste it. He poured a glass of fragrant wine for everyone and said: "To be happy in life, you must have fun. Don't let the golden bottle stand in the sky against the moon. Come on, let's all go first Finished this glass of wine."
Meng Xinghe raised his wine glass high and clinked it with the four of them. He drank a glass of unique fragrant wine very comfortably. He had just sat down. Several young men who were talking and laughing freely on the other table immediately stopped. Laughter. They all fixed their eyes on Meng Xinghe. They looked up and down. They saw that this man was just wearing a blue shirt and sitting with three businessmen-looking people. And listening to the poem he just read, it was more or less okay. He has some literary talent, but his eyes are naturally a bit disdainful.
Since ancient times, the status of businessmen has been the lowest. In the eyes of the intellectuals and intellectuals, businessmen were even lower than the hard-working farmers. But now we see businessmen brazenly flaunting their literary talent. This is not just psychologically unbearable. It is also related to the division of social classes. Originally, it was only for those talented scholars to recite poems and compose fashionable poems. Now it comes from a businessman. This is simply an insult.
"A despicable person. Showing off in public. Extremely ridiculous." A few words of cold humiliation came out, which happened to be heard by Meng Xinghe. He held the wine glass, shook it and said: "A person who splashes in public is so sanctimonious. Good. A gentleman."