The endlessly flowing Longjiang River has been regarded as the dragon vein of the world since ancient times. It rushes out from the extreme western plateau, cascades thousands of miles, and pours into the East China Sea.
The Longjiang River is so majestic and majestic for thousands of miles, and the scenery along the river is infinite.
And in Songzhou, just offshore of Longjiang, an unprecedented tall building stands on the bank of the river. Although the building has only seven floors, its base is a hundred feet high and made of white stone, as smooth as jade. On both sides are the stairs leading to the main building, and on the front, there is an inscription engraved in a strange writing style. It is the famous "Jian Jinjiu" who is known as the first wine poem in the world.
Climb the stairs to the seven-story main building. The main building is a wooden structure. What is amazing is that all the wood is rare golden nanmu. Therefore, if nothing else, the seven-story wooden building alone is priceless.
There is a plaque inlaid on the top floor, with black characters on a white background and three elegant characters: Taibaiju.
Yes, this is Taibaiju, known as the first floor in the world. For three hundred years, Taibaiju has been the best restaurant in the world, and no one has ever been able to match it.
But originally Taibaiju was not called this, it was called the first floor. It was only three years ago that the name was changed to Taibaiju.
Most people who know Taibaiju know this popular legend of name change.
It all starts with a fisherman.
That day, under a small boat along the river, a young man in common clothes wearing shoes and bamboo baskets climbed up the stairs gracefully. After tasting eleven dishes in a row, I was very displeased and said that it was unjustly called the first floor.
This incident alarmed the proprietor of the first floor. Unexpectedly, the young man was slightly drunk. He raised his glass to Longjiang and recited a poem that would be famous throughout the ages: The wine will be served.
The vast, heroic, elegant and free poetry immediately conquered the owner of the first floor.
Unable to suppress her emotions, she and the young man drank 108 cups of wine in three days, and received 108 recipes from the young man. Each one was so delicious that the host was shocked that it was a meal for heaven and man.
The proprietor was willing to pay him ten thousand taels of gold, but the young man didn't take any of it and just asked to change his name to Taibaiju.
The host laughed, and immediately ordered people to scrape off the three characters "First Floor" overnight, and engrave on top the three characters "Taibai Ju" written by the young man himself. Since then, the first floor has been officially renamed Taibaiju.
The one hundred and eight delicacies are divided into three banquets on the first floor. They are the local banquet with thirty-six dishes, the heavenly banquet with eighty-one dishes, and the ordinary banquet with one hundred and eight dishes that cannot be used easily unless there are special circumstances.
Yes, you heard it right, ordinary grade, one hundred and eight ways. As for why Fanpin is the most grand and solemn, the proprietor of the first floor has never revealed.
Since then, the first floor, which truly has unparalleled delicacies and stunning scenery, has become more famous all over the world. Every day, gourmets, literati, and heroes from all over the world come to the restaurant in droves, just to catch a glimpse of the "wine-winner" and taste the 108 delicacies.
The first floor in the world is well deserved.
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On this day, in the misty rain above the Longjiang River, a scholar in blue shirt with a bamboo hairpin in his hair floated over.
The scholar in green shirt seemed to be familiar with the road, he walked up the stairs, climbed to the third floor, found a seat by the window and sat down.
When a handsome young man came near.
"Mr. Gu, you haven't been here for a long time. Are you following the same rules?"
The scholar in green shirt said with a warm smile: "Old rules."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
After saying this, the young man was about to leave, but he was stopped by the scholar in blue: "Please, please invite a governor to come."
The young man smiled and said: "Thirty-six governors from the immortal, imperial and secular circles are here today. Who do you want to invite?"
The green-shirted scholar thought for a while: "Can I please invite one of each?"
The young man said: "There is nothing you can't do."
The scholar said: "Can we prepare some side dishes for the three of us? My dear, I'd better behave as usual."
The young man readily agreed.
Not long after, a dish and a jug of wine were presented to the scholar's table.
"You only taste one dish at a time, and today is the ninety-ninth dish...Dongpo Pork." The young man opened the cup and saw that the pork meat on the plate was maroon in color, alternately fat and thin, and a strong aroma came to his face.
"Oh?" The scholar took a deep breath: "It tastes good. I just don't know why this dish is called Dongpo Pork?"
The young man smiled and said: "Yulang Zeng said, this is made by an old gourmet in his hometown. This old man is a leading literary figure and is called Mr. Dongpo, so it is called Dongpo meat."
The scholar nodded: "I see, thank you very much."
While talking, three young people also came closer.
The young man introduced: "This is the man who serves the common people, cloud thirty-one, the man who serves the court, cloud eight, and the man who serves the immortals, cloud nine."
The three of them smiled and cupped their hands: "I've met the young master."
The scholar stood up and said, "Gu Qingshan, would you like to invite the three of you to have a drink and chat, please."
The three of them sat down one after another.
Scholar Gu Qingshan filled the wine glass and raised it with a smile: "Today, I invite three people to come. I just want to get to know one person... Qin, King Xiaoyao."
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Halfway up the mountain, a man in a black hat and a rapier in his arms stood side by side with a beautiful woman in white as snow, holding a long sword.
"The last place." The man in black stared at a pool of embers on the ground.
The woman in white looked around silently, frowning.
Not long after, a slender woman in green clothes hurriedly walked out of the forest with a mixed-haired dog.
"Holy girl," the woman in green shook her head: "I didn't find any trace in the forest."
There was a trace of panic in the beautiful eyes of the woman in white, and her slender fingers unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword.
The woman in green said: "The secret spy found out that the last time the young master appeared was near half of the mountain. Gray Wolf followed the traces and finally found this place. But since then, all the clues have been lost. The young master has never left any traces, and he has searched all over the place. I didn’t see any secret sign of the agreement.”
The woman in white frowned, her worry undisguised: "He won't die..."
The woman in green was silent for a moment and said: "Young Master is the most amazing person I have ever seen. I believe he will not die. There may be a special reason why he leaves no trace."
The woman in white murmured: "It's been too long, there's been no news for too long..."
The woman in green said: "Young Master once told me that no matter what happens, if you don't receive any news from him, there is no need to panic or search. But this time is unusual. It has been too long, and Young Master has not gone to some of the things in the plan. Only then did I suspect that there might have been an accident, and it was all my fault for following his orders too much. Now... the outside world can't find any clues about the young master, it's all my fault! It's all my fault!" She looked sad and regretful.
The man in black said: "There are formation marks and sword energy. There is confrontation here."
The woman in white looked sharply at every trace left on the rocks and trees. After a long time, she raised her head and looked into the distance. She knew the meaning of the sword.
The woman's eyes showed fierce murderous intent: If it is found out that it was you, Dugu... I will kill you!
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This is a mountain, an extremely majestic and huge mountain, standing tall and lonely, with half of the mountain green and half covered with snow. Clouds only surround the mountainside. It has a myriad of atmospheres and is full of sacred atmosphere.
At the foot of the mountain, beside a lake as clear as jade, stood a man in linen with short hair standing quietly.
His eyes were calm and distant, looking into the distance, and murmured: "Only one person should enter the world in a lifetime, but now I have to..."
He shook his head slowly: "...If you don't interpret the Heavenly Book...what are you going to do..."
