Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Old Jiang Fa took the wine glass and gave a sip of wine to his mouth. The unexpected spicy liquid engulfed with a strong smell of alcohol immediately filled his mouth, flowed into the esophagus along the back wall of the pharynx, rolled into the stomach, and revealed a burning warm feeling from the inside out.

Jiang Laofa's face immediately turned red. He closed his eyes and spent several breaths trying to digest the fierce impact, then opened his eyes, let out a sigh, and praised with emotion: "It's really good wine!"

Although he didn't want to admit it at all, Mr. Jiang said that compared with this Erguotou, their Yixiaolou Sanlejiang is almost as indifferent as water, and it can hardly be called a kind of "wine".

Datang is a country established amidst the raging wars, so there is always an inexplicable passion and passion in the bones of Datang guys, and he acts simply and neatly, without any muddling. Therefore, they prefer warm spirits to warm fruit wines. It can be said that Erguotou perfectly fits people's taste preferences.

Jiang Laofa knew very well to what extent Chuan Ancheng would be crazy about this kind of wine after the advent of a good wine like Erguotou. He believed that even with this wine, Changyilou was enough to gain a foothold in the East City of Chang'an and seriously threatened the status of Yixiaolou.

what can we do about it? Where is the chance of victory in Yixiaolou?

He closed his eyes and started thinking hard, but to no avail.

The dishes ordered by Lao Jiang finally started to be served one after another. The first thing that was brought up by the waiter was a large white bowl with greasy pieces of fatty meat lying in it, exuding a seductive fragrance.

Jiang Laofa squinted his eyes slightly, suddenly pointed to the meat in the bowl, and asked, "This is...pork?" Perhaps the sudden appearance of pork made him feel a little too shocked, and he even forgot for a while. Continue to think about Erguotou.

The waiter nodded and smiled and said, "Yes. This is our restaurant's signature dish, named Braised Pork."

Older Jiang wanted to laugh a little. He sneered and asked, "Give the guests pork? Is your signature dish on the first floor? Pork?"

In most restaurants in Datang, the most common meat is fish and poultry, such as chicken and duck. Beef is absolutely rare, because Datang prohibits the private slaughter of cattle. Lamb is not affordable for most people, and most people are satisfied if they can eat lamb soup every few days.

Pork is a cheap meat, meat that only the lowly poor people who have no choice will eat. This is the common sense of Datang. Except for roadside stalls and wine shops, there is absolutely no big restaurant hall where pork is served out to entertain guests. That is simply a humiliation to the guests.

Although the expression on his face was very serious, it seemed to be questioning, but Jiang Laofa was actually relieved in his heart-huh, eat pork for the guests? If this is just a small shop, it may be excusable, and it is also a tune, but this is not the long first floor, it is a big restaurant in the East City! The customers it faces are the wealthy and nobles who travel to and from Dongshi. Will these people eat pork?

On such occasions, wouldn’t it be ridiculous to ask such an excellent waiter to bring pork to the customers’ tables? Especially the green-glazed wine glass next to the pork at this moment is the celadon glass containing the good wine of Erguotou, just like a beautiful container that should be filled with rare treasures filled with broken copper and rotten iron. How can it not make people feel dislocation? Disappointed?

The more disappointing the first floor is, the happier Jiang Laofa is, and even the shadow in his heart gradually diminishes.

Facing the customer’s questioning, the waiter leaned back and smiled with a standard apologetic smile: “I’m very sorry to disappoint the guests. But I still have to explain to the guests that the braised pork in our restaurant has been tried by many diners, and they all agree It's very delicious, so it has become our signature dish. If the customer is willing to try it, he might like it. Of course, if the customer insists on refusing to eat this dish, can the maid help you remove this dish? This dish The money for the food will also be waived for you. What do you think of this treatment?"

When Mr. Jiang heard the words, his face remained silent, but he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, praising the high-level waiters for improving the dining experience. Although it was very uncomfortable to see the waiter bring the pork on the first floor, the waiter here perfectly solved the problem: immediately apologized, tactfully suggested the customer to try, and came up with a very reasonable solution. , So that there is no half-fire in life.

In contrast, those little ones who owe to their cleanup are really hard to describe.

Jiang Laofa waved his hand and said, "Forget it, now that it is served, there is no need to withdraw it. I am not short of the money, you go."

"Thank you." The waiter bowed and bowed and stepped back.

Jiang Laofa shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in front of him, nodded, and muttered: "It's boiled so badly, but pork is pork, and it will never be on the table... ..." As he said, he put the fragrant braised pork into his mouth, and for a while, his lips and teeth were fragrant.

It's delicious..... There is no impression of the smell that belongs to pork alone...

It's strange that Jiang Laofa's mood fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant after eating delicious food, and his heart was once again occupied by a shadow that was too thick to melt.

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