"This piece of clouds is for me to eat when I was outside the pass. It has been more than ten years. I didn't expect that I could eat it again in the Marquis' Mansion today." The man, who was nearly forty, showed a nostalgic expression on his face.

The guests in the flower hall were not unknown. Many people were well-informed and many gourmets. When they heard the name of the plaque, some people knew what this was.

In Yanjing, there were also stalls selling Poxia Gong before, but because of the bad business, these stalls gradually disappeared. I have never seen a restaurant that specializes in Poxia Gong, which shows that it is not a dish worth promoting.

This slaughter supply has a more down-to-earth name in Yanjing, "beating the edge furnace". It should be that the processed ingredients are thrown directly into the pot and cooked, which is why this name is obtained.

Almost all people who have time know how to "fire the edge". However, in recent years, they have never been seen in the streets and alleys of Yanjing.

Some people miss them, some are curious, some are certainly disdainful.

Mrs. Mu was the one who disdained. She was ridiculed by all the wives before. Now she saw this piece of pot offered by Xia. Although it smelled fragrant, it was just a snack, and it was not allowed to be served at all. If anyone who entertained guests, it would probably only be a poor Yongxing Hou Mansion to do such things.

"I really didn't expect that I could still eat street snacks in the Marquis' Mansion. It's really novel!" Mrs. Mu printed the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

Her voice was not very high, but it was just enough for Mrs. Shen, who was not far away, to hear it.

The male guest who was smart and clear-headed could just hear Mrs. Mu's comment.

The old lady's expression did not change and she smiled and said, "I just add some freshness to everyone. There will be normal dishes later. If Mrs. Mu doesn't like this piece of shiny offering, she can eat something else when the dishes are served."

Mrs. Mu coughed dryly, "I'm not in good health, so I won't eat this street snack."

Mu Xiuji heard his mother's voice and apologized to Shen Yuntang, "Yuntang, this is how my mother speaks. Please don't mind."

Shen Yuntang smiled at Mu Xiuji, "Brother Mu, it's okay. Auntie may just not like eating Poxia offerings. It's the same for eating other dishes. As long as your aunt is happy."

Although Shen Yuntang said this, she felt a little worried about Mu Xiuji and his father.

It is really a very painful thing to have such a mother and wife who will drag you down everywhere. She can't help but begin to sympathize with Mu Xiuji's future wife. With such a difficult mother-in-law, she will definitely not be able to live a comfortable life.

Mu Xiuji's father, who was sitting at the same table with the old marquis, also gave an apologetic look to the teacher.

The old marquis looked at him comfortably and said that it was okay.

Most of them are actually not optimistic about the marquis’s pot, but everyone tacitly gave the old marquis face and said nothing.

Shen Yuntang saw the expressions of everyone in the flower hall, and she raised her eyebrows.

She ordered the saury offering made in the kitchen of the Hou Mansion to make not the local saury offerings from Dayan, but the saury offerings from modern times that have been improved for hundreds or thousands of years.

She chose the soup base made of chicken soup made by the freshest and most tender pheasant, and added various delicacies. She also ordered someone to dry the mushrooms and put them into the pheasant soup. The soup was filled with fresh pork belly. The whole soup base was thick and mellow, and it also exuded the domineering fragrance of pheasants and mushrooms. The soup base alone was already awesome, not to mention that it would be chopped and processed to process the marinated beef and mutton, various fresh vegetables and soy products, various meatballs, etc.

After the impact of this meal in the Marquis' Mansion, these people will probably never forget the taste of the offering of the sunshine in their lives, and they will never forget it.

It’s a pity that the big swallow does not have chili peppers. If there is one, Chen Yuntang can make a Chongqing hotpot, which will be even more delicious.

After the soup pot offered by the Poxia was served, the meat was processed in various colors.

A plate of processed meat is exquisitely arranged. The dark plate is either dotted with light yellow wintersweet flowers, or a few green mint leaves, or a white peony flower carved by a radish... The snowflake-like fat cows are neatly arranged in the navy blue porcelain plate, the color is like roses, and the duck blood is carefully selected and cut into squares of the same size, and the white fish fillets are like magnolia petals...

When the first plate of meat was placed on the table, the flower hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone seemed to have no reaction, and their eyes fell on the red and white cow arranged in a flower-shaped shape.

Then the second plate and the third plate are placed around the pot in sequence.

The middle-aged man who said he missed the offerings at first and was shocked to see these meat and vegetables.

This was not the offering of the sacred offering he used to fill his stomach on the roadside outside the pass, but it was clearly the state banquet prepared by the imperial chef in the palace using eighteen martial arts.

Just the arrangement of these meats has made him feel the ubiquitous exquisiteness and deliciousness.

Coupled with the fresh and fragrant bottom of the pot with "gudu" bubbling on the pot, almost everyone in the flower hall started to secrete saliva.

In such a cold and cold season, sitting together and talking about hot pot is really a beautiful thing in the world. Not to mention the ancients, even modern people with rich material resources cannot resist such temptation.

Moreover, the dishes and ingredients are also the fragrant "life-threatening" pot bottom. They look cheap and look like street food. Even the dishes made in the best restaurants in Yanjing are not so exquisite and attractive.

Especially for the male guests, some people have picked up chopsticks and are ready to try out what this fresh pirated offering tastes.

The middle-aged man who had eaten the sausage before was pushed out by everyone.

"Brother Yan, you didn't say that you have eaten this sausage, come and tell us how to use the chopsticks of the sausage!"

The middle-aged man called Brother Yan said funny and helplessly: "The piece of shiny offering in the Marquis' Mansion is completely different from what I remember. It is a hundred times more refined than what I ate at the border at that time. I am so incompetent, so I'd better let the little Marquis tell you about it, and I won't show off my skills."

Chen Yuntang was soon introduced to everyone. She was the lord of the Marquis' Mansion and indeed wanted to fulfill her friendship with the landlord.

She smiled and pointed at the plates of exquisite but raw meat dishes placed on the table. A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the flower hall. Her speech was moderate, and she was neither fast nor slow, making people feel comfortable after hearing it.

"This piece of Xia Gong does look a bit different from what you know, but the way to eat is similar. Just put the ingredients on the table into the pot and cook them out, and dip them in the sauce next to them to eat. The sauce has different flavors, and you can take something that suits your taste. Some meats are placed in the pot differently. The maid next to you will inform you in detail."

After Chen Yuntang finished speaking, before everyone could reach out to taste it, a wave of maids brought the vegetables into the flower hall again.
Chapter completed!