The place where he eats is mysterious and secretive, and he has threatened to be an unusual place before. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Cao Ming smiled in his heart, not to mention ordinary entertainment venues, even clubs with taboo colors hidden in the market, he has also seen it. I still remember the first time I was taken to the naked restaurant on Treasure Island by Wei Da, where none of the customers and staff wore clothes, but they all looked as usual when they talked and dined, and the young woman showed her curves generously, the peaks and mountains were like gatherings, and the red beans were beautiful.

In his previous life, Cao Ming always believed in "life in the world, the word food and color", and after having Yueqing, a beautiful standard piece, almost all other pursuits in life focused on eating.

At this point, Yueqing and Cao Ming have similar interests, and the two took advantage of the holidays to eat almost all over the country in four years of college: Li Liangui bacon flatbread in the Northeast, papaya stewed snow clams in Guangdong, elm yellow in Changbai Mountain, coconut fruit salad on Hainan Island, went to the Phoenix stilt upstairs to eat local vegetables, and went to the Pearl Tower to drink coffee.

In an unusual place that Cao Ming heard? How unusual is it?

Shang Xuemei gave He Singbai a vaccination, and made it clear that she and Cao Ming would not go to that kind of messy occasion.

In a word, he helped Cao Ming's lord to do it.

Sun Yu on the side didn't forget to help his family: "It's okay, what about me, he dares?" I'm watching! ”

Cao Ming smiled and spread his hands at He Singbai: "Yes, it's all the harem politics, and we have nothing to do." ”

Talking and laughing, He Singbai led the group to a community.

The others looked puzzled: "Isn't it eating?" Why don't you come here? ”

Cao Ming smacked out of the door at this time and whispered:

"Private dishes."

He Singbai's expression was depressed: "Damn, I guessed it so quickly." ”

The tone was a little deflated, and I was originally going to wait until I entered the house to sell a pass and then solve the mystery.

"Boss, you're going to have no friends like this." He sang white and angry.

Cao Ming comforted the host: "It's a blind guess for a while, don't say it, I really didn't expect this place." Anyway, you've put a lot of thought into it this time, and you've remembered your goodness. ”

He Songbai felt a little better now, and used the topic to play:

"Isn't that? The one we are going to is the most authentic private dish here, and the rules are also weird, only ten tables are made every day, and after it is done, it is the king of heaven who does not open the back door.

This time, I still got the number plate that my dad had booked a few months ago. ”

When He Singbai said this, everyone's curiosity was aroused, and they couldn't wait to see it.

Upstairs, into the room, it feels like a very ordinary resident, three bedrooms and one living room, except for the living room with fragrant wood separated by two private rooms, the rest of the furnishings are household items, if you don't have the intention to observe, it is difficult to connect it with the restaurant.

Cao Ming walked around the room, and only then did he find a clue on an ancient jade handicraft on the coffee table, with two lines of small seals engraved on the jade body:

Looking at the gods and Buddhas into the ants,

Thick flavor in indifference.

Cao Ming sincerely admired: "The big hidden in the city."

The owner of this house is a couple about forty years old, with kind faces, and they are not too enthusiastic when they greet them, but they bow their heads very politely, which makes Cao Ming and others feel that they are not here to consume and eat, but more like visiting an old friend's house.

This feeling is very fresh, and it is completely out of the mood of going to a restaurant in the past, and it is more relaxed.

He Singbai saw that Cao Ming had a high evaluation, and he also felt that he had a face, and he beckoned everyone to go to the living room to pour water if they wanted to drink water, and there were disposable paper cups under the water dispenser.

Everyone is not embarrassed, just like at home, do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing.

The dishes were ordered by He Singbai a long time ago, and some of the ingredients that need to be fermented and blistered for a long time also happened to be in the pot.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the first dish was finally served.

Except for He Singbai, everyone else was stunned: "Fried monkey legs?!"

This dish is a well-known local dish and is familiar to everyone, just like spicy cabbage is to Northeast people and hot pot is to Sichuan people.

Of course, this is not really a monkey leg, but a light vegetarian dish, because the main ingredient of wild vegetables is slender and knotty, quite like a monkey leg so it gets its name.

Everyone was a little disappointed in their hearts, and they went around in a big circle to eat ordinary side dishes that can be eaten at home.

Cao Ming didn't feel cheap because of its commonness, seeing that the expressions of the partners around him were more or less lost, He Singbai had embarrassment on his face, and smiled to solve the siege:

"Do you know what a monkey leg is?"

Wang Dali cut it: "What else, wild vegetables, the river dam is full every year, and it can't be cut."

"And what kind of wild vegetable is it?"

"What...... Who knows? Don't you just call it monkey legs? ”

Cao Ming smiled: "Before the meal is served, I will show you off." In fact, the monkey leg has a very classical and beautiful name: Wei.

There is a particularly famous masterpiece in the Chinese Book of Poetry: "Xiao Ya. That's what "Picking Rose" is about.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weeds also stopped. It is said that the return is returned, and the years are endless......"

Talking loudly, Cao Ming smoothly recited the six-section ancient style poem, speaking slowly, such as cutting, such as grinding, with the ups and downs of the rhyme containing the essence of ancient culture, everyone's thoughts drifted, as if through a thousand years and a hundred years, and returned to the era of wearing strings and reeds, and fragrant car beauties.

After Cao Ming finished speaking, most of us couldn't understand the meaning behind this ancient poem for a while, but the linguistic charm revealed from its literal syllables made everyone fascinated for a while.

Shen Yi hesitated: "I also remember an allusion about this Wei."

I didn't expect that such a famous thing in literature turned out to be an ingredient that we have never cared about. ”

Shang Xuemei: "What allusion?"

"I don't remember the specifics, but it's Bo Yi or something......

Before he finished speaking, Sun Yu suddenly said: "You are talking about the fact that Boyi in the Shang and Zhou dynasties refused to eat Zhou Su and lived in seclusion to pick roses."

Sun Yu is a sophomore in high school this year, and some knowledge of ancient literature is obviously better than Shen Yi and Shang Xuemei, so he took a chance to perform at this time.

Shang Xuemei was still entangled: "What kind of allusion, let's make it clear."

It's rare that the things in my hometown are related to the tall poetry allusions in my impression, and everyone thinks it's very interesting.

Sun Yu probably knew a story very well, but she didn't know much about the specific details, and she didn't tell the ugly story for a long time.

While the male owner who had not left after serving the dish had a smile on his face, when Cao Ming recognized the scientific name of this wild vegetable before, he was inexplicably relieved, and later saw that these children were discussing it here, and it was interesting to listen to it.

Seeing that the conversation had encountered a bottleneck, the man was about to make an exception and take the initiative to share a specific allusion with these little guests, but just as he was about to speak, the little boy who had previously led to the discussion coughed and said:

"I know a little bit about this, so I'll tell you about it, and get ready for applause."

The others laughed earnestly, but didn't interrupt.

The man suppressed the words that were almost in his throat, and returned to the role of a bystander again with interest, like the other students, looking at Cao Ming and waiting for the following.

Cao Ming's tone was unhurried: "I remember that such an allusion was recorded in the Spring and Autumn Period of the Lu family.

According to the book, Bo Yi and Shu Qi were the two sons of Guzhujun at the end of Shang. According to legend, his father ordered Jizi Shuqi to be the heir. After the death of Guzhujun, Shu Qi gave way to Boyi, but Boyi did not accept it, and Shu Qi did not want to succeed to the throne, so they all fled to Zhou State. King Wu of Zhou fell, and the two buckled their horses to admonish them. After King Wu destroyed the Shang, they ate Zhou Su shamefully, picked roses and ate, and starved to death in Shouyang Mountain.

Therefore, for a long time, Wei was associated with the integrity of Boyi Shuqi in ancient China, and many poems used Cai Wei to symbolize integrity and retirement. ”

After listening to Cao Ming, everyone was stunned, looking at the ordinary dish in front of them, they suddenly had a different feeling, Wang Dali stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite, with a strange expression: "After you say this, I really think this dish is very special, and it is really different from what I usually eat, evil!" ”

Cao Ming chuckled in his heart and remembered something.

When I was taking a management marketing course in college, the professor in charge of the course once highly recommended an extracurricular book: "Selling Stories"

Cao Ming later specially found it and took a look, and benefited a lot, some subversive concepts in the book can often hit the cover door in reality, and the sword goes sideways and breaks the enemy sharply.

It's like the tourism economy right now.

For example, Cao Ming and Yueqing once went to the Mengjiang Temple in Shanhaiguan, a small house with an unattractive appearance, crowned with the support of Meng Jiangnu's love and life, and suddenly felt that the bricks and rubble that were not good-looking were shining.

It is no wonder that in the future, enterprises will try their best to enrich their corporate culture, and even weave one after another or beautiful or inspirational entrepreneurial stories attached to the product, not to mention that it makes Luoyang paper expensive, but the invisible help to sales can not be ignored.

Cao Ming knows that it is not obvious now, and in a few years, in an era when almost everything is monetized, whether it is a business or an individual, if you want to succeed, you can't do without "selling stories".

"Selling stories" is a low-cost, high-value product marketing method, applied to enterprise management, which can quickly allow you to quickly have the ability to build products and manage enterprises at low cost; When applied to personal marketing, it will allow you to quickly have personal charm and improve your social status.

Cao Ming was thinking about his thoughts there, but the friends were so excited by his story just now that they were like flying, and a dish quickly bottomed out.

Cao Ming shouted that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly made amends, but fortunately caught the last train and ate one.

Cao Ming's tongue is a person who has seen the world, and he tasted something extraordinary, and after eating, he couldn't wait to call the hostess who was cooking to come over and sing praises in front of him.

"The one in charge is indeed a master."

He Singbai has face on his face:

"That is, the real master is not a means to make the delicacies of the mountains and seas into a full banquet of the Manchurian and Han Dynasty, but to make homely things such as shredded potatoes and cabbage perfect......"

The sentence is very Cao Ming's style, the tone and demeanor, and the words are like an adult adult, which makes the friends stunned.

After listening to this, Wang Dali was puzzled and curious in his heart, like Zhu Bajie who had eaten ginseng fruit, and he couldn't wait to take out the monkey leg that had been eaten and chew it again.