Erguotou, which is over 50 degrees Celsius, is like poison in the mouths of Europeans. It is so hot that it seems to burn through the throat. The presidential guards outside rush in like crazy, while the dragon guards block a path. The Great Wall of Human Flesh blocked these people.
"Oh... take a bite of meat. This is white wine, not poison... hahaha..."
"No matter how stupid I am, Xiao Letian, I will never poison myself, but I want to poison the president of a country? Come on, come on... you can dip a little more sesame sauce, I've mixed it for you..."
"This old Beijing hot pot was developed by those Eight Banners idlers who have been working hard for more than two hundred years. The emperor and ministers are extremely particular about the combination of various condiments. The taste has reached the point where it cannot be changed or improved..."
"Sesame sauce is a must, sir, and then a group of ministers come to support this main flavor...a little Shaoxing wine, a little chive flower sauce, soy tofu, chili oil, braised shrimp oil, rice vinegar, soy sauce, chopped green onion, tender coriander... …”
"You can't find coriander in Europe. My chef planted a little bit of it in the flowerpot greenhouse just for us...it's so tender!"
"Meat can't grow old. If you are like water, just count three times and we're all done... Just go and chirp!"
Thiers has never tasted such delicious food. Before the spicy taste of the white wine subsided, a mouthful of fragrant, soft and tender mutton was stuffed into his mouth.
Of course he doesn't know how to use chopsticks. Xiao Letian just used silver chopsticks to pick up a small bowl for him, mixed the sauce and mixed it well, and he just put it on his fork and ate it.
This mouthful of meat almost made Thiers so delicious that he swallowed it in his throat. It turned out that the spicy white wine Xiao Letian just drank was for contrast.
Without that mouthful of Erguotou, the meat would certainly be delicious, but without a strong contrast, the deliciousness would not be enough to impress a person of Thiers' stature.
After all, France is also a country of great cuisine, what haven’t you tried?
But first there was the strong stimulation of Erguotou, which felt like an electric shock to his taste buds, and then the aroma of meaty sauce turned into spring breeze, moisturizing his painful tongue and throat.
Everything in the world relies on comparison to make a difference. Whether something tastes good or not depends on the strategies and tactics used during the meal. In old Beijing, hotpot was eaten with white wine. In the later years, it was not a good idea to pair it with rice wine or beer.
What you want is to use the aroma of meat to soothe the excitement after this spicy bite. This is the best taste of life!
After a few mouthfuls of meat, Thiers stopped shouting. The translator behind him saw that it was not poison, so he quickly walked to the door and whispered a few words outside, which finally calmed down the presidential guard. It turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Bismarck looked at Thiers eating without caring about his diplomatic image. The sesame sauce even splashed on his tie. He thought to himself, is this food that delicious?
As he spoke, he tried to rinse a piece with chopsticks, but Xiao Letian raised the quilt and said, "Take a sip too. This is the rule of Chinese wine culture. If you haven't finished the first sip of wine, you can't eat the food directly..."
Bismarck tentatively sniffed the pure-colored transparent liquid in the small porcelain cup. A pungent smell rushed into his nostrils, and he almost sneezed twice. "God, can you drink this?"
"Of course you can drink it. You see, Mr. President, it is precisely because of this cup of appetizer that the food afterwards is so delicious!"
Of course, the iron-blooded prime minister couldn't be cowardly. He was like a warrior about to go to the execution ground. He closed his eyes and raised his neck, "Ah... so spicy! God, it's so spicy... water, water, water..."
"Don't ask for water, please take advantage of the stimulation and have some meat..."
Come on, Xiao Letian turned into a waiter. He wouldn't eat a bite of meat, so he used serving chopsticks to rinse the meat for the two guests. Different parts were rinsed for different times. In the end, Xiao Letian simply stood up and served.
Thiers and Bismarck, the two of them didn't care about the occasion. They opened their cheeks and ate it all. Xiao Letian couldn't even finish it...
The meat-cutting chef outside cuts his knife like flying skills, and plates of fresh and tender beef and mutton of different parts are served up like water!
In the meantime, Xiao Letian even managed to squeeze a few glasses of white wine into the two of them. To say that this white wine is indeed miraculous, if you eat too much meat, you will definitely accumulate food and feel greasy. But as soon as this feeling comes, after one sip of white wine, everything will be over. ease.
After a glass of white wine, you can still eat at least half a pound of meat!
Sure enough, Europeans are carnivores. The translator waiting in the room secretly took note of the quantity. Thiers ate a total of three and a half kilograms of meat during this meal, of which half was mutton and the other half was beef.
Bismarck ate slightly less, totaling two and a half kilograms, but ate more vegetables than Thiers.
This is real fresh mutton. It is different from what was sold with ice in the black-hearted restaurants of later generations. Europeans have really bad stomachs for eating meat.
"Come on, come on... turn the original soup into the original food, one bowl of broth for each person... just mix in the leftover sesame sauce and it will be a bowl of soup stock. It will be delicious when you take a sip!"
Thiers rubbed his belly and said with embarrassment, "It's really rude. I hope today's incident will not be spread. It will affect the image of our Three Kingdoms..."
"But I have a question, why does such spicy white wine go so well with this... hotpot mutton? What's the reason?"
"It's simple! If people want to know what sweetness is, they have to endure a little bitterness first. If people want to know what wealth is, they have to endure a little poverty first..."
"The world is a binary opposition. You Europeans call it contradiction and dialectics, and we Chinese call it yin and yang... There is knowledge everywhere in life!"
"How do you know the snow is white? It's because there is a black earth for comparison... How do you know that she is a beauty? It's not because there is an ugly girl for comparison..."
"You think white wine is spicy and unpalatable! That's because you have a refreshing fruit wine in mind to compare with..."
"People are afraid of entering a world without comparison. Why do rich families have so many losers? That's because they don't know what bitterness is since they were young, so they can't feel all the sweetness they enjoy..."
“Eat top-quality foie gras, French-baked snails, and a bottle of red wine worth 200 francs every day... You can’t taste it even if you eat it, but if you bring a child from the slums to try it, he will cry! "
"Now you understand why you want to drink this sip of white wine, right? To be honest, with our status, we have basically enjoyed a lot of delicious food in this world, and we have passed the stage of not having to worry about food and clothing..."
"I don't need liquor to stimulate your taste buds, I'm afraid you won't be able to taste such a delicious taste in the world!"
"Isn't that how it is to govern a country? The people are difficult to govern because they have not experienced suffering... When the war comes, there is not enough rat meat to eat. At this time, will anyone complain about the taste of black bread?"
"Your Excellency, to put it bluntly, this war has taught all the French people a hard lesson. I believe that as long as this lesson can be graduated, they will sigh and wonder why they were so arrogant before the war!"
"If everything could happen again, I think no matter how much black bread these people eat, they would not hold demonstrations and force the French Emperor to go to war, right?"
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