Xinshun 1730

Chapter 636 tasteless
Liu Yu didn't make a comparison immediately, but looked at the dishes in front of him.

Russian food is actually nothing to eat. Elizabeth received a French education since she was a child, and she prefers to eat French food.

This dinner of the Russian upper class but not Russian cuisine was quite sumptuous, and the beets and potatoes, which are indispensable for Russians in the aftermarket impression, were not on the table.

At this time in Russia, potatoes were also called "devil's apples".

The history of Russia's promotion of potatoes in history began after Hannibal followed Elizabeth's transshipment.

Hannibal was entrusted by the Queen to grow potatoes in his own manor, and popularized it among his serfs. It was not until Ye Er's era that it began to spread, but it would not become a staple food until the Russian famine in the 1840s. .

Sometimes history is like this. In just a hundred years, the European country that ate potatoes the latest has become a certain impression of this country.

This is of course thanks to publicity.

Thinking that since Elizabeth has read some of Voltaire's books, the symbolic impression of Dashun should still be the profound history and brilliant culture.

With such a basis of impression, Liu Yu's conditions for using this meal to say something are more mature.

The dishes in front of me were all good, but Liu Yu didn't choose those more delicious dishes, but chose a pickled cucumber.

"I represent Dashun. This sour cucumber represents the legacy of the Mongolian Empire. Please Your Majesty the Empress appoint someone to represent your sovereignty."

Elizabeth smiled and asked her best friend Mira to sit opposite Liu Yu on her behalf.

Because Mira didn't have any official position, and she was still a woman like herself.Although I know that this is a role-playing game, but once I take the position of the queen, the role-playing candidates assigned by this kind of game may also make these men on the scene think too much. They all want to win the queen's favor. I feel that the performance of this game represents the Queen's inner attitude.

In this case, this good girlfriend has become the best candidate.

Mira made it to the opposite side of Liu Yu, and Liu Yu also placed the plate of pickled cucumbers on the middle line of the table, got up and cut the pickled cucumbers in half with a knife.

Cut the pickles in half, half near Mira and half near yourself.

This is the legacy of the Mongol Empire, not the Yuan Empire. What Liu Yu said is very clear.

"Your Majesty, the taste of pickles is very good, but it is not attractive enough in front of caviar, grilled salmon, or even pastry dumplings."

"It can be used as a dish after eating greasy food, but if we choose in front of caviar and pickles, we will still choose to eat caviar first. Do you think so?"

"In order to eat this piece of pickled cucumber, I may have to risk my hand being cut by your knife. I am not afraid of cutting my hand, but the question is, is it worth it for the pickled cucumber? I can scratch it for the caviar. fingers, but I don't find pickles tempting enough."

Hannibal looked at the plate of pickled cucumbers and used a very special Chinese to describe it.

"Chicken ribs."

Then whispered to the queen about the allusion about chicken ribs.

After the empress had heard the allusion to the chicken ribs, she called the maid beside her and whispered a few words in the maid's ear.

Soon, the waiter brought three more dishes and placed them next to Mira.

One plate on the right is a Scandinavian herring.

A plate of caviar, a specialty of the Black Sea, was placed beside Mira.

A plate is placed on the left, which is a sausage that is considered edible among the few delicacies in Central Europe.

Such a comparison, indeed, pickles pale in comparison.

After eating herring, caviar, and sausage, I feel a little greasy. Maybe I can eat a pickle.But if you have to choose one of two, normal people will choose caviar sausage or herring.

However, after finishing the arrangement, the maid cut off two thin slices of the pickled cucumber on the side near Mira with a dining knife.

It was very thin and not very big, but these two slices were still placed on the side of Liu Yu's dinner plate after being cut.

After the plates were set, Elizabeth smiled and said, "Yes, I do prefer caviar to pickles. But as you said, the world will not be any bigger, and there is only one serving of pickles in the world."

"However, if you cut such a thin slice today and another slice tomorrow, how do I know that you won't slice another slice next time?"

After all, Mira's prospective husband, Peter Shuvalov, stood beside Mira, staring at the plate of caviar.

Let Hannibal, who was studying in France, sit on Mira's left, next to the sausage.

Let the widow bestie who was born in a Swedish prison sit next to a Scandinavian herring.

"The first time you cut a pickle..."

Hannibal didn't need the queen's reminder, he picked up the table knife himself, said "stupid pig" to Liu Yu in French, and then extended the table knife in his hand to the sausage next to Mira.

Mira also raised the knife and forked it on the sausage.

"So, you skillfully sliced ​​away the first pickle."

The maid put the pickled cucumbers into two plates, and there was already a thin slice in Liu Yu's plate.

"The second time you cut pickles..."

Mira's husband-to-be, Peter Shuvalov, stretched out his hand to protect the plate of caviar. When Mira tried to grab the caviar, the best friend who was born in a Swedish prison would smile at Liu Yu and say, "I like Herrings. But I lack a knife, Mr. Marquis, will you pass me one?"

Liu Yu handed over the knife, and Mira, who was fighting for the caviar, had to let go, and picked up the knife to aim at the herring.

"At this time, you skillfully sliced ​​away the second pickle."

"I have delicious herring, caviar and sausages around me, but every time I want to eat these, you will always cut off a pickle without losing the opportunity."

"I have to watch your movements. Only when I see that you are also preparing to eat butter dumplings, sauerkraut, and muffins do I dare to take a bite of caviar, herring, or sausage."

"and……"

The maid took a salt shaker and put it on Liu Yu's side, grabbed a handful of salt from the salt shaker, and sprinkled it on the pickles on Mira's side.

"Also, even if you can't eat it, you can sprinkle salt on my pickles. The salt shaker is in your hands. I can't even sprinkle salt on you in the same way."

"Salt is pure white, and the salt shaker is like a towering mountain. The white snow and the towering mountain are in your hands."

"I thank you for being a gentleman, pulling out the chair for me, and not asking for another pickle for pulling it out for me, but how do I know if you will come back later, while I eat caviar or sausage How about cutting a slice of pickled cucumber again?"

"Besides, when you pulled out the chair for me, you kept whispering in my ear: Ah, caviar, sausage and herring, how delicious, please try it."

"But after I sat down, when I saw those two slices of pickles, I always thought of you cutting the pickles while I was eating caviar and sausage. Even, for the convenience of you cutting the pickles, you even cut them for me. My best friend who loves herring, handed over the knife."

Liu Yu looked at the situation in front of him, smiled and called the maid who looked like a bee flying among the flowers, and whispered a few words in her ear.

After listening, the maid put the two plates of pickled cucumbers together again and placed them in the middle of the table.

Liu Yu grabbed the salt shaker and pepper powder, and sprinkled a lot of salt and pepper on the pickled cucumber. This pickled cucumber was completely inedible.

"Your Majesty, do you like pickles like this?"

Elizabeth shook her head.

Liu Yu said: "I don't like to eat it either. However, some people like to eat it. And after eating it, the strength is so great that it almost drove me out of the banquet hall and sat on the chair I'm sitting on now."

"This kind of experience tells us that some people, after eating pickled cucumbers, have infinite strength, and may even drive away my seat and occupy the magpie's nest. Although the person who eats pickled cucumbers and has infinite strength is dead, but I Remember this look."

"Sturdy, barbaric, and rude. The braids on the back of the head are the same as the Zaporozhye Cossacks. They are not nomads, but farming, fishing and hunting. At the beginning, there was village self-government, and there were also Hetman leaders. There was even a military district system and all the people were soldiers. .”

"Hence, historical experience tells me that if such a person eats pickles, he will probably take my seat away."

"I don't like pickles, especially when there's better food on the side. However, history tells me that I don't like pickles, and I don't allow them to be eaten by others, especially people with tartar braids The pickles, which we don't like, will be eaten by those with tartar braids, and I will not even be able to eat at the table."

"I don't like to eat, but I have to."

"Even, it's already covered with salt and pepper, making it hard to eat..."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his dinner fork, forked a small piece of pickled cucumber that was already covered with salt and pepper, and stuffed it into his mouth. He grabbed the wine next to him and took a sip. His Adam's apple moved up and down hard, and finally swallowed it.

"I don't like to eat it, but I must not let others eat it. I would rather eat it myself, bitter, tearful, and even pay expensive champagne for this small piece of pickled cucumber, but I still want to eat it."

"I'm not like you. If you want caviar, you'll be robbed; if you want sausage, you'll be robbed; if you want herring, you'll be robbed."

"And I... in the east of the Indian Ocean, only the Son of Heaven is the most respected. Only we have the right to eat at the table. There are only dishes but no one who grabs them. The only thing I have to worry about is the ghost who will become infinitely stronger after eating pickled cucumbers." .”

"This ghost is barbaric, combing rat tails, changing soldiers and farming, fishing, hunting and farming, can expand its number regardless of ethnic groups, and is plundering. And the Cossacks that appeared in our north are like this. We have to think of that ghost .”

"Our starting point is different."

"You think pickles taste pretty good, at least delicious."

"But I really don't want to eat pickles at all, I just don't want others to eat them, so I have to frown and eat them with expensive wine."

"So, we can reach an agreement on the pickles. I won't let you eat all the pickles. I got the white salt shaker. I will leave the remaining pickles for you to eat."

"As for the right to salt your pickles in a white salt shaker..."

(End of this chapter)