The private rooms of the natural residence, except for the table of eight immortals and high-backed chairs, are no different from the private rooms of the previous restaurant.

In order to be different, the four corners of the private room are placed with a lot of flowers, and in it, bursts of fragrance come to people's hearts.

Of course, before the three Lang Jun entered, this time it was the servants of the Cui family, who went in and arranged it, hanging a gold hollow incense ball by the window of the private room, burning the incense of grass and wood, and a layer of soft green cloth was carefully spread on the table of the Eight Immortals, and a thick layer of fur cushions were also laid on the back chairs.

This time the family's wealth and nobility style, the wine doctor at the door was dumbfounded, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Seeing this, Dingming hurriedly asked Dr. Jiu to go down and accompanied him personally.

Although Dr. Jiu was a little reluctant, he knew that he couldn't cope with this kind of scene, "I finally met a son of a wealthy family, hey, ......" Dr. Jiu thought stupidly.

Naturally, although everyone has a share in the reward money given by the guest, the one who rewards directly will get a certain share. Natural living is not the same as Datang's restaurant, but the employment system is similar to that of later generations, although the terms are a bit dark, but for Datang at this time, it is already a very good job. In particular, Dr. Jiu, who works here, occasionally earns more than his parents in a certain month.

"Three Langjun, what do you want to eat?" Seeing the three of them sitting down, Dingming asked people to serve some tea, and then he began to ask.

The tea of the Tang Dynasty should be put ginger salt and other things, tea is a very precious thing, before Lu Zhe's tea planting was not on a scale, Lu Zhe used the tartary buckwheat tea in the later generation restaurant, that is, the tea boiled with fried tartary buckwheat, this era tartary buckwheat is coarse grain, but there is no shortage, and it is extremely scraping oil, the later generations drink it to the right, the Tang Dynasty people feel that it is general, fortunately, there is no shortage of oil and water in the abdomen of several sons of the family, and they have not eaten tartary buckwheat in their lives, so the taste of tartary buckwheat tea is still barely acceptable, and even feels quite interesting.

"Master, look at the arrangement, the wine is also better, I heard that the uncle loves Wuliangjing the most, and I will definitely try it today." Lu Zhuoyu said with a smile, full of spring breeze.

This is relying on his own money and believing in the character of the store, which shows that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is still relatively simple. If it is in the future life, even if it is a small roadside restaurant, ordinary people will not dare to say to the boss, boss, you look at it, what are you going to eat. If this is the case, as long as you are sure that you are not short of money, even if there is no Boston lobster and tens of thousands of bottles of Moutai in the store, he dares to buy you freshly made immediately.

Dingming is a monk, although he is a disciple of Lu Zhe, but he has not learned Lu Zhe's treacherous marketing at all, and he still maintains the unique simplicity of the people of the Tang Dynasty. After thinking about it somewhat, Dingming hurried out.

They didn't have to wait long before the first course came up, two cold dishes as usual, shallots tossed with tofu and salt-fried soybeans.

Whether it is tofu or stir-fried vegetables, it is fresh for Lu Zhuoyu, and Yang Hongyi took on the role of introduction at this time, introducing Lu Zhuoyu to the real tofu made by the immortals.

"It is said that compared to the tofu made by the king of Huainan, the tofu of this natural residence is the real tofu, the king of Huainan is biased in materials, harmful to human food, Shanshui Lang passed down the tofu making method, the tofu made is not only not bitter, but tender and delicate, quite delicious."

"Wonderful, wonderful. The food on the second floor is indeed much more exquisite than that downstairs. Gently put a spoonful of tofu into his mouth, feeling the soft and smooth fragrance that he had never felt before, and put down the spoon, Lu Zhuoyu said with satisfaction.

"Hehe, this tofu eating method, there are more miles, a few days ago, a certain person ate a slate tofu here, hot and fragrant, extremely delicious."

"Really?" Gently twisting a pea and sending it to the mouth, the crispy texture made Lu Zhuoyu like it very much, "I want to try it." ”

"Brother Lu, why should you be too anxious, there are a lot of delicacies on the second floor of the natural residence, and it depends on how Master Dingming arranges." Cui Yuanli couldn't help but speak.

"It's the little brother Meng Lang." Lu Zhuoyu apologized.

The third dish is a soup, which is a common mushroom stewed fish soup in the mountains, a small bowl for one person, the delicious and fragrant taste makes several people admire, and when it is served, Dingming points vinegar to the soup bowl, so it is extremely appetizing.

Immediately came up, there were two hard dishes, one was the common fried lamb with green onions in later generations, because stir-fried vegetables had basically not been invented at this time, so the taste of stir-fried dishes was really delicious for the Tang people.

The other dish is braised chicken nuggets. This method is much more difficult than fried lamb with green onions, because it needs to be fried with sugar, and it also needs to use marinade packets, so when it comes up, the aroma is tangy, and this compound taste makes several people can't help but secrete saliva in their mouths.

In the booklet left by Lu Zhe, it was specially indicated that bean beans (mung beans) can also be raw, and fried bean sprouts generally use mung bean sprouts, so this plate of fried bean sprouts that only existed in later generations also appeared on the dining table of the natural residence.

Of course, the sake was delivered at the beginning, when the cold dishes were served. Dingming only has two kinds of wine, a bottle of Wuliangjing and a bottle of Guitai wine, all of which are all kinds of famous wines collected from Mu's by Dingming, purified, and once opened, the wine is full of fragrance.

"Good wine! I don't know how much higher it is than the imperial wine. Lu Zhuoyu knows how to drink natural spirits, took a sip gently, a smell of wine bloomed on the tip of the tongue, picked up a piece of chicken, put it in the mouth, felt the compound rich taste, and suddenly felt that there was no pore in the body.

"This wine, this dish, sure enough, only the guests in the sky can enjoy it." Although he has eaten it a few times, Cui Yuanli is still full of praise for the wine and food of Natural Residence.

"Hehe, this wine is not so simple, Brother Lu, look at the wine bottle." A glass of wine, a few chopsticks and vegetables, Yang Hongyi smiled and opened his mouth to Lu Zhuoyu.

"Oh, what's the mystery of this bottle?" Lu Zhuoyu took the wine bottle and looked at it carefully.

"Good poetry!" As soon as he glanced at it, he immediately admired, "But—why only two sentences?" ”

It turns out that each pottery bottle has verses engraved on it, in addition to the name of the wine. The back of Wuliangjing reads, "Three cups lead to the avenue, and one catty is natural." And behind the Guitai wine, there is an engraved "A bottle of death and life, everything is difficult to judge." Although the words and sentences are good, they do not touch the world or the ground, and they tickle people's hearts.

"Brother Lu doesn't know, it is said that this natural wine, in addition to the bad liquor and other bad wine drunk by coarse people, the rest of the wine, when it was made, Shanshui Lang left four poems, the four poems were engraved on the back of the wine bottle, according to the original words of Shanshui Lang, only the good drinker and Dingming can know the whole picture of the four poems. If you gather one poem, you will drink here for one month for free, if you gather two poems, you will drink for free for half a year, and if you gather four poems, you will drink for free for life. Attracted Chenzhou wine lovers, have come here, trying to make up the whole poem, that is, the uncle of the Ru clan, Lu Gong, and Zheng Taishou drank here for three days, and did not make up the whole poem, but even if it is a residual poem, it is also a fairy spirit, which makes people feel fragrant. ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? What does Brother Yang know about this residual poem? Cui Yuanli had also noticed the poems behind the wine bottle before, but he was not a local, and he didn't know about this case, so he was also very interested.

"Such a good poem, many scholars in Chenzhou know it, and they also remember it, and try to recite it." Yang Hongyi took a sip of wine before continuing to speak. The poem is called Alone Under the Moon. It is said that there are only fragments, and the last two sentences have not yet been engraved on the back of the bottle of wine. ”

"In March Xianyang City, a thousand flowers are like a brocade.

Who can be alone in spring, and must drink about it.

Poor and short, creation and long-cherished.

A bottle of death and life together, everything is difficult to judge.

When you are drunk, you lose the world, and you are lonely.