Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

At noon in early autumn, the blue sky is cloudless, like brocade hanging high in the sky.

It was a rare day off without a rainy day, and Byron should have gone to the Longman's, the best pub in Jota, where the rye beer was more addictive than poppies.Of course, the credit of the bartender is indispensable.

Catching kisses and laughing among the soft fragrance, and finally indulging in the fragrance of wine, this should have been his best rest time.

So that Duke dude had to drag him to some new tavern, chattering and boasting, all the hype.

Well, part of the reason for being dragged away like this is due to Byron himself.

Duke is not only his friend, but thanks to him, like himself, he is a foodie.Otherwise, it would be a great sacrifice to give up Longman's dark beer for nothing.

I heard from Duke that not long ago he ate food sold by a roadside vendor, and he missed it for more than two months.At that time, Byron was being sent to escort the daughter of a noble family to the territory of Frozen Breath. When he came back, not to mention the food, the changes in the ground of the main city had already left him dumbfounded.

On the road, of course dry food is the mainstay.The dullness in his mouth for the past few days was about to drive Byron crazy. On the way to the new tavern, he couldn't stop thinking about what kind of food he would have.

A stew of leeks, wine, and rabbit?There should be pear pudding, cloves, cinnamon, and nutmeg must be added, and red wine will make them taste sweeter.

Arriving at the destination, Byron was dumbfounded when he saw an oddly shaped bamboo house.

"I advise you to turn our horse around as soon as possible, or continue to move forward. In short, we should not stop here."

"Nianhua Tavern"...Byron wondered in his heart, could it be that the boss had inhaled black pepper and got dizzy, so he came up with such an awkward name.

"It's here." Duke got off the horse excitedly, the lump of flesh on his cheek made him look like a child.

With a long face, Byron reluctantly followed and sent his followers to guard the horses for them.

The moment he stepped into the tavern, Byron felt as if he had been dazzled by black pepper.

As if strayed into a forest of wood and bamboo, the elegant charm rushed to his face, enveloping his whole body, cleansing his soul again and again, making him feel much more relaxed.

Tables for four and tables for two are neatly arranged vertically, and a few green and tall potted plants are interspersed between the seats by the wall.

Going closer to the depths, there is an entire uneven stone wall, and there is a huge fan hanging on the wall, which looks similar to the feather fan commonly used by noble ladies. .

Byron thought the ink blots were paintings, but after careful identification for a while, he couldn't see the shape.The general outline is square, and the edges appear elegant, more like the characters of a certain race.

The unique decoration style and incomprehensible text naturally create a mysterious atmosphere.

Byron felt that this place was not like an ordinary tavern: it was chaotic and noisy, with a puddle of alcohol, and if "lucky", you might even step on vomit.

That's why he only likes to go to Longman's Tavern, because it is like a hotel, with individual cabins.

But the room under his feet made him think that he had broken into the reception room of some great foreign nobleman.

He didn't dare to breathe too much, his behavior was unconsciously restrained and restrained, and his heart was relaxed because of the architectural style.The two days of ice and fire, Byron is a bit tormented.

At this moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, and found a half-enclosed long table in front of the stone wall, with the old and the young wrapped inside.

It seems that Duke just finished negotiating with them, got the wooden card in his hand, and dragged himself aside.

"What's in your hand?" Byron followed his friend as if his mind was covered with sauce.

Stepping up the more spacious stairs, Duke caressed the bamboo railings while teasing him: "You will know later."

The sound of heavy footsteps was swallowed up by a few whispers of laughter and conversation as they walked to the second floor.

It turned out that there were already people upstairs, and Byron didn't know where they were, because several wooden screens covered the entire second floor, and the carvings were unique and exquisite, which must have come from some master.

Walking a few steps in the reddish-brown forest, Duke suddenly found no movement behind him. When he looked back, there was no sign of his friend.

Through the hollowing out of the "mountains and mountains" screen, he finally saw where his friend had gone.

"I didn't expect that you, who are stronger than a cow, could get lost." Duke found Byron and teased.

Byron, however, seemed to have been taken away by a spirit, his eyes staring straight in one direction.Duke followed his line of sight, and it turned out that there were two bartenders dressed in strange clothes, holding trays in their hands, stepping into two different rooms one by one.

"Elves are nothing more than that," Byron murmured.

A knight who pours mud on his legs when he sees a beauty.Duke shook his head helplessly.

Although the two bartenders just now were indeed elegant and charming, they were not enough to attract Duke's attention. He was obsessed with food, just like Byron was obsessed with beauties.

However, the owner of Nianhua Tavern is very creative, even designing clothes for his employees that match the style of the tavern.

If you can't drag your soul back, at least you can.Duke hooked his friend around the neck and stumbled into the door of the box.

Someone was guarding the door, and the two noticed at the same time that the male bartender's costume was also novel.He has an ordinary appearance, and against the backdrop of his clothes, he has an inexplicably chic and handsome temperament, which makes him much more handsome.

The waiter has a good mental outlook, which must make the customer feel happy to some extent.

The bartender led the two of them into the small box, where a green plant sat quietly in the corner, the wooden window was slightly open, and the green leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

Invited to take a seat, Byron supported the armrests with his arms and shook his buttocks. He found that the bamboo chair was very comfortable; especially the slightly curved backrest, which was a bit cool, much more comfortable than the hard wooden chair.

The sommelier handed them a "book" woven into parchment paper, opened the inner pages, and introduced the content to them.

During this period, Byron and Duke would only nod their heads frequently, forgetting to ask if they understood or didn't understand.

Because there are too many things to ask and don't know, I can't pick one or two to start with.

When the sommelier finished the introduction, the air was stagnant for a long time, Duke took a deep breath, and simply said, "Get a copy of all your signature recommendations."

"Okay, gentlemen, please wait a moment." The bartender bowed and moved away from the screen with a smile.

A remnant of invisible dust particles called "Shock" fluttered.

They looked at each other in unison, the words were on the lips, as if they were blocked by a ball, and they couldn't spit out.

It was Duke who started the conversation first: "What kind of flower, uh, beer and rice wine, we don't seem to have drunk it."

What's more, Byron's heart was still trembling. Except for regular craft beer, they hadn't even heard of anything.

"Maybe it's just a gimmick for the fancy name." Byron reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth, shrugged, and fell back in the chair.

This is actually true, because they think they love to taste and eat, and once even sacrificed a short annual rest day to go there to try something new for the sake of a local feature.

Large and small places on the leftover island, walking in the streets and alleys, they basically know the local food situation like the back of their hands - which ones have real skills, and which ones are selling dog meat.

Therefore, at the same time, they have experienced a lot of "delicious food" that was boasted by people who bought it deliberately, or restaurants and bars that were fancy in other aspects except food.

As a person who tasted the food made by the owner himself, Duke was full of confidence. Now he heard what his friend said, combined with his past experience, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Changing the topic abruptly, the two started chatting casually.

……

"I heard that the dwarves have come to negotiate with Lord Donovan and want to obtain the formula of cement."

"More than that, I sent Viscount Bart's little girl to the Frozen Breath Territory. On the way back, I met elf businessmen. When they heard that I was a knight of Juta, they chased me and asked about the concrete floor. I just came back at that time. WTF……"

……

The two chatted from east to west, from city changes to recent developments. Duke was overwhelmed with laughter at some interesting deeds on Byron's journey.

Byron stared straight at the female half-breed orc bartender who brought the dishes to the table.

Normally, such gazes are really offensive, and Byron would never stare directly at a woman unless he was in a brothel, or the glamorous barmaid took the initiative to post it.

He swears that he has no lust for the two bartenders, but pure admiration for their beauty.

They seem to be born from the simple nature, refined and beautiful; you walk by the pool, smell the freshness of the lotus leaf water vapor, and accidentally notice a lotus standing on the surface of the pool.

The quality of the bartenders is also very good. They are trying to accept the hot gaze of others, knowing that they are different now, and still trying to calm down, but they can't hide the redness at the back of their necks.

This makes them look more lovely and innocent, so elegant that to a certain extent, they will only feel that it is a shameful crime to have certain evil thoughts, and this purity and beauty must not be tarnished.

Yes, it looks like a lotus flower, with the fragrance of lotus leaves floating around... Wait, it seems that he can really smell the fragrance of lotus leaves.

What kind of magic can do this?Byron regained his senses from his doubts, and finally noticed a package of vegetables wrapped in lotus leaves on the table, which was being torn apart by Duke with bright eyes.

Byron: ...he seems to have seen his own appearance when facing a beautiful woman from his friend. I have to say, I am a little disgusted.

The waiter who was supposed to unpack the dishes was also stunned, and quickly reacted, stepped forward to help, and then introduced them one by one.

"The one wrapped in lotus leaves just now is salt-baked chicken in lotus leaves." She pointed to another square dessert with white and purple, and continued, "This is purple potato rice cake."

Then, the female bartender poured a small glass of slightly turbid transparent liquid for each of them: "Our signature wine today includes rice wine and sweet-scented osmanthus beer. We have specially provided four wine glasses for the two of you, so don't worry about different wines. A taint occurred."

She opened a drawer of flat cages with one hand, and the hot steam came out, and the tempting meaty aroma poured out: "This is a small steamed bun. I recommend you two to pair it with the ginger vinegar sauce next to it. Dip it in and eat it, it will have a different flavor."

Duke felt that his mouth was about to run out of saliva, but he still relied on his strong willpower to overcome the urge to do it directly and listened to the wine waiter's narration.

There used to be a water basin for them to wash their hands, but now that the bartender is gone and their hands are clean, Duke grabbed a piece of salt-baked chicken with lotus leaves and put it in his mouth.

The unique aroma of plants is deeply baked into the chicken under the bath of fried salt.When picked up, the juice drips, part of it adheres to the meat, and part of it drips into the burnt lotus leaves.

The chicken skin is browned, the entrance is delicious and soft, and the salty taste is not too much, just right; the taste that belongs to chicken is intertwined with the fragrance of lotus at this moment, and diffuses in the mouth.

Duke wanted to eat a few yuan at once, but when he saw his friend holding the steamed bun with a look of intoxication, he flicked his fingertips and turned to the steamed stuffed bun.

This little toy has a delicate and cute appearance. Its round, white and fat body was fabricated by some unknown method. The top of the head spirals, and the fingertips feel soft to the touch.

In the end, he still defeated himself—the aroma was too enticing, overpowering the appearance, so Duke ruthlessly bit down.

He didn't expect the xiao long bao to be so soft that he almost bit his tongue too hard.

The skin is white and tender on the outside, soaked in gravy inside, blooming on the tip of the tongue.The rich meat filling is neutralized by the extremely soft "bread", which makes people want to stop.

The word "delicious" filled his mind, and in the cracks, Duke recalled what the sommelier said, you can try the dipping sauce.

A stack of small flat plates, with a little clear liquid in the center, and shredded ginger lying quietly on the water.

He pinched the dough to touch the water, and licked it with his tongue. It was like the sourness of fruit vinegar, and the slight pungentness of shredded ginger, like burning the tip of the tongue.

No more hesitation, dipped in some ginger vinegar juice, and swallowed half a bun in one gulp.

Ginger and garlic fully stimulate the aroma of the meat stuffing, and the freshness adds freshness. If you don't pay attention, you can swallow your tongue and swallow it into your stomach.

Byron got carried away with eating, until his mouth was a little dry from chewing on the steamed buns, he subconsciously grabbed the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

... What kind of wine is this?With the aroma of rice, sweet and refreshing, he suddenly felt that he drank a bowl of rice, and the taste was more unique than pure rice.

Because of the fermentation, the alcohol taste of rice wine is not as strong as that of wine, and even like some beer, with small bubbles bursting on the tongue.

Served with soft and delicate purple potato rice cake, it is very suitable for enjoying the night moon and spending a relaxing and pleasant rest time at night.

The sweet-scented osmanthus beer is more suitable for the lotus salt-baked chicken and steamed buns, even though both of them feel that they need to eat five or six servings to get tired.

I've had fruit beer, but never a floral beer.Byron thought that dark beer was exciting, but the glass of sweet-scented osmanthus beer in his hand made him realize for the first time that beer could bring him peace.

They didn't care about talking, and ordered a few more of the same dish, until their stomachs were full and they couldn't hold any more, then they could barely shut their mouths and save their stomachs for wine tasting.

At some point, there was already a noise downstairs, perhaps the first floor was opened, and there were voices talking around.

Without them listening carefully, someone next door couldn't help exclaiming and praising the rice wine. It seemed that they realized that they had lost their composure and didn't hear the loud yelling again.

The two looked at each other and smiled. In fact, they were also bluffing.But in this bamboo house, tasting wine and occasionally eating some appetizers, slowly, the restlessness in the depths of the soul disappeared.

It seems that you are really in the bamboo forest, a paradise.The hustle and bustle is around, but their hearts are very peaceful.

Talking and talking, talking about these bosses who made delicious food and wine, they suddenly wanted to meet who the boss was.

As soon as the words were finished, there was a knock on the screen, and Byron stood up to greet him, and saw a young man with black hair and green eyes greeting him with a smile like a spring breeze.

The young man seemed to be one with the bamboo house, with bamboo leaves in the depths of his emerald eyes, and black hair like the night sky.

"Hello, if you excuse me, my name is Holly, and I'm the owner of this tavern."

It was rare for Byron to be rude, and he was stunned for a while together with Duke, and then warmly invited people to sit down after recovering.

After a few conversations, they finally realized that Boss Hawley wanted to know their experience of the food, drink, service and dining environment.

Duke danced and gestured, and Byron praised him even more exaggeratedly than when Duke invited him to dinner.

Boss Hawley's face remained unchanged after a rainbow fart bombardment, as if he had been used to it for a long time, but he still listened carefully to their words.

The two had a good impression of the humble and polite little boss, who made them laugh out loud with a few small talk, and when the other party was about to leave, they were even a little bit reluctant to leave.

——Just like at this time, they were exhausted until it was dark, and reluctantly left the tavern.

"Are you still coming tomorrow?" Duke asked, and fluttered lightly into the wind.

"We don't have time tomorrow." Byron replied in despair.

He seemed to be on a blind date. He didn't have any hope at first, but the blind date turned out to be far better than expected.After talking all night, my heart has moved, but I have to separate.

He lingers among the flowers, his first love is a tavern, and he tastes that sweet and painful taste for the first time.

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