I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 445 Music and Food

This time, the song Mozart gave was not a piano sonata like "To Xia Qingdai", nor was it a religious music with Latin lyrics like "Requiem", but a particularly lyrical, gentle and lingering serenade.

No matter what fate gives, Mozart's works never show negative emotions, but are always happy, relaxed, full of hope and light, and the same is true for this newly composed piece.

When listening to this serenade, a picture automatically pops up in Xia Qingdai's mind - on a dark and windy summer night, a young man dressed in a flashy manner, holding a guitar, singing passionately to the window where his beloved woman is, expressing his love.

Somehow, as Xia Qingdai listened, her gaze shifted to Owen. She even imagined Owen standing by the window, singing to the moon, and an auntie smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Owen saw Xia Qingdai's smile radiating from the inside out from the corner of his eye, and felt her happy mood at the moment. He felt quite uncomfortable and frowned unconsciously.

He swore secretly in his heart that he would start composing behind closed doors tonight, and when the goddess returned to this world next time, he would definitely give her an even sweeter serenade.

After Mozart finished his performance, Owen, who was usually not a show-off, said, "I'll play a song for you, too."

"Okay." Mozart gave up his seat without any hesitation, with a sincere smile on his face.

As soon as Owen sat down, he played Haydn's "Surprise Symphony". After the light and smooth first movement, the second movement was as emotional as thunder, which instantly tore away the ecstasy brought about by Mozart's serenade.

Connie, who was just sitting in the corner listening to music and knitting, was startled by the strong sound of Owen's piano. She was almost hypnotized by the soothing music just now, but the contrast was so great the next second.

"What song is this? Why does it sound like a prank?" Connie was dumbfounded.

"Ahahahahahaha..." Mozart, whose thinking has always been different from that of ordinary people, suddenly burst into laughter as if his funny point was hit.

Xia Qingdai looked at Owen, whose eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and then at Mozart, who was laughing so happily, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this what it means to meet a soulmate in a mountain stream?"

Anyway, she didn't find the funny point of this symphony of surprise.

The time before dinner was spent listening to music.

"Mr. Mozart, you came at a great opportunity today. We have just hired an Italian chef, so you can taste delicious food from Italy today." Xia Qingdai said to Mozart with a smile after taking her seat.

When it comes to food, Britain and Germany are equally matched as the messengers of hell, while France and Italy are the twin stars of heaven.

Since we were in the 18th century, there was no reason to hire only French chefs and miss out on Italian cuisine if conditions allowed.

Raising a few more people was a piece of cake for Xia Qingdai, not to mention raising the makers of delicious food - the palace chefs! She not only wanted to hire the chefs themselves, but also their apprentices and disciples.

In this way, she could satisfy her appetite in the 18th century, but when eating a French meal in modern times, she would only choose the cheapest set meal, not even one that costs four figures.

But it was different in Lilliput. She could enjoy the private imperial cuisine, which was even better than the modern Michelin restaurants. It was also thanks to the fact that this time she was in London, one of the only two major cities in Europe. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to recruit a royal chef from the Italian court. At least in a rural place like Fucui Villa, she would definitely not meet such a talent.

Tonight's dinner has the most authentic Italian noodles, handmade thick noodles full of chewy. Each strand of noodles is evenly coated with sauce and decorated with truffles, and every bite represents luxury.

Then there is the indispensable Naples pizza, with a wheaty crust, crispy on the edges and soft in the middle. When you tear off a piece of pizza, you can see the rich soup flowing on it. When you take a bite, the mixed taste of tomato soup, cheese and basil leaves bursts in your mouth, and your taste buds instantly enjoy the ultimate enjoyment. The thick and chewy pizza is not comparable to the pre-made products in fast food restaurants like Pizza Hut.

"Wow, so this is what delicious pizza tastes like." Xia Qingdai couldn't help but sigh. She thought it was so delicious that she wanted to cry. She finished half of the pizza in just a few minutes.

Owen pulled the pizza slowly, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it slowly. Hearing Xia Qingdai's muttering, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

Look, compared to listening to music, the chef he found is more pleasing to the goddess!

He knew that the goddess would definitely like this royal chef from Italy, and it turned out to be just as he expected.

Although Xia Qingdai did not say it explicitly, through spending these days together, Owen was certain that his goddess was more interested in food than music.

His intuition told him that the goddess's love for music and sculpture seemed a bit utilitarian, and she didn't really understand them, but cared more about who the creator was. But for food, she loved it purely and didn't care about the identity of the food maker.

Every time she eats something delicious, her eyes will narrow slightly like crescent moons, which is even cuter than her reaction when she hears nice music.

The first person Xia Qingdai asked to bring along when they stayed in London was the French chef who had been recruited to Fucui Villa a few months ago. The second person Xia Qingdai asked to bring along was Lily, the cook Xia Qingdai had trained herself. As for the rest, Owen was in charge of all the arrangements, and Xia Qingdai didn't bother with anything.

After this dinner, Owen was sure that this Italian chef would follow them around in the future!

Owen's next goal is to take advantage of the opportunity of his diplomatic mission to China to recruit a Chinese chef.

Xia Qingdai herself didn't dare to think about this. After all, the Qing Dynasty was ruled by Emperor Qianlong, and the Chinese were still dreaming of the Celestial Empire. Who would be willing to leave their homeland and go to such a barbaric place in the West?

The 18th century is not the modern era. What is the difference between going abroad and exile for the Chinese people?
After a delicious dinner, Xia Qingdai was full, but she was not worried about her stomach at all, because for her body, this amount of food was just a drop in the ocean.

But in order to digest the food, she quickly said goodbye to everyone, went upstairs, and then traveled through time and space directly back to the present.

The rain in England comes and goes as it pleases. The heavy rain in the afternoon had stopped long ago, and Mozart said goodbye after Xia Qingdai went upstairs, still riding his cool mountain bike.

Xia Qingdai watched Mozart's figure disappear on the map in the glass tank, then hurried back to her base camp at Fucui Villa and climbed into bed to sleep.

The modern day is about to dawn, and she doesn't have much time to sleep.