Chapter Thirty-Six: A Hundred Smells Is Better Than a Feast

Along the elevated road, you can always see some scenes of civilian houses, housewives drying clothes and pants, and old men teasing birdcages, and the scenery that has just made Doniva feel solemn is now a little more humane. The increasingly old buildings on both sides of the road also alleviated his fear of avant-garde buildings.

The bus quickly got off the Yan'an Elevated Highway and turned left to merge into the Bund. If earlier the Yangtze River gave them the impression of being "wide", then what is the Huangpu River, which is dotted with continuous buildings of different styles on both sides?

To the left, it's a slightly empire-style street, and to the right, the first thing that catches your eye is a tall tower that reaches to the sky, and a skyscraper that is only one end of a low tower. The tripod-like tower is quietly inserted in the land of Lujiazui, and the steel needle on the top of the tower fully sows the overwhelming beauty of the super project. Bustling tourists frolic on the sidewalk next to the car.

Yes, that's right. On the left is the Bund, and on the right is Lujiazui. The development and changes of this modern city in the Far East over the past hundred years are all in this turn from left to right. The group no longer shows the surprise that can be easily seen through - or the surprise value has been used up today, so please continue to be stunned tomorrow. But no matter how much you stay, the visiting group finally found a serious problem.

They were hungry. After all, it was close to lunchtime, and the staff in charge of the reception of the new district were not in vain. Lunch was in the private box of the Dragon and Phoenix Hall of the Peace Hotel, and the host had already set up a banquet. Today's dragon and phoenix hall on the eighth floor is very different. Not only the atmosphere, but a large number of security personnel were seated in the hall outside, and there were almost no places for outsiders on the eighth floor today. At first glance, you can see how high the status of the visitor is. It was not only Elta who came to the candidate for the supreme head recognized by the Chinese side, but also a supreme person in charge of his own work from the new district side - one of the seven elders.

Frank was still fascinated by the beautiful wood-carved walls, antique ceiling wood murals, and gilt doors and windows, when he realized that sitting at the far end of the table was actually the head of one of the highest power groups in the country, and he almost flew in fright.

Not only Frank, but with the exception of the politically experienced generals Doniva and Yazetan, who were able to maintain their composure, everyone else was looking at the host at a rapid pace. At first glance, he looked a little older, no different from other entourages or even Huang Yuan. is dressed in a tunic, and the suit can't tell who is noble and who is low. But the deep eyes seem bottomless, and no one dares to look directly at such a deep sea, for fear that the soul will be sucked in.

After a short exchange of pleasantries and introductions, let the guests be surprised by the two dishes. Today's dishes have been changed to a Western food format for one person, so as not to stump the heroes with two wooden sticks. The first thing to be served is the crystal shrimp, which seems to be plain and unremarkable, and you can't know the taste until you eat it. Then there's the crab roe tofu. This was followed by a limited edition of sliced duck at the Peace Hotel, where the chef performed a live performance of sliced duck. Just praised the chef's superb skills, a kitchen knife set the world when everyone was still full of crispy and fragrant duck skin, pine nut salmon and fried eel shreds took turns. A mixture of sweetness and freshness, a thick oil and heavy sauce, and two doses of fierce medicine were released, and the taste of the visiting group exploded at once. Finally, there are two soup dishes, the lion's head and the dregs. It seems that the appearance is not good but the umami is compelling, the lion's head is not able to see the appearance of pork and bursts into the mouth of pork, and the eight treasures are the unique taste of each ingredient that has infiltrated other ingredients, like a kaleidoscope, people don't know the seven meat and eight vegetables, not to mention that there are ingredients that have not been discovered by the Elta people. Of course, it's not that Elta's ingredients are monotonous, because they don't have the eyes that are good at spotting food like the people of Dashi Province.

This is slightly different from the "feast" in Frank's heart, it is not a rough accumulation of all kinds of ingredients, the taste enjoyment brought by the combination of ingredients is diffused in all aspects of the mouth, and the word fresh can be carried forward with the help of modern logistics cold chain. Whether it's chicken or duck, no matter how much the chef tries to make a fuss about it, the freshness of the meat can be felt by biting into it. It's not an exaggeration to say that this meal gave Frank a sense of fairyland. So much so that he didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two leaders who crossed the language gap.

Of course, everyone won't start a knife fight here, not to mention that the two sides are now at opposite ends of the same fate line, and if there is something to discuss, try not to do it - anyway, it will be Elta's broken teeth and blood swallowing. The details of the negotiations between the two parties will not be known to non-core people at the level of Frank or even Franks, and those who wait to go to the Xijiao Hotel for dinner in the evening to continue the negotiations on the details. Didn't a certain elder say, "Make a fortune with a muffled voice, this is a roar!" "What? What are they talking about? It's nothing more than some country overviews and chatters - the popular reading materials distributed in the evening will give Elta's guests an intuitive understanding of the country, unless you tell me that Doniva is illiterate, and you are taunting me?

"Cheers to our peace!" The two languages echoed on the table, and everyone got up and drank the Longjing tea. Why does anyone like this drink with a bitter taste? Frank honestly drank it all in one fell swoop, while Prances's palate and throat were once again lubricated by the sweetness, and of course his fascination with all kinds of tea will not be mentioned here for the time being.

Naturally, this banquet will not be as tense as the well-informed people on the major forums say, "Lay down the knife and axe hand behind the tent, listen to me throw the cup", and it can only be said that the guests and hosts are happy to take Doniva to become obsessed with Chinese food and Prancys began to turn into a tea maniac. If you see something on the Internet such as "the Peace Hotel in June is not peaceful", "A banquet determines the country" and other brain posts, please be sure not to take it seriously, and treat the guests to a meal to experience Chinese food, not to take the pan paste.

The amount of food is 8 minutes full, so that most of the visitors will not be sleepy after the meal. Of course, there is still a distance for the convoy to turn out of the Peace Hotel to Lujiazui. However, the roof leak coincided with continuous rain, and the convoy still encountered a traffic jam with Shanghai specialties. It was supposed to take more than ten minutes to drive for almost half an hour, but this made the escort convoy and the new district party happy, and the Elta visiting group was happy - they were able to steal half an hour and get a good night's sleep.