I ended my restaurant early, let my brother Isami clean up, and I went to the fresh-keeping warehouse to pick pork belly. Takmi wants to make a traditional Italian dish, Porchetta, for the visiting Jiang Yunfeng and his party.

This traditional Italian dish is very tedious and requires the whole pork belly to be marinated in advance, so the takmi has to be prepared in advance. First, prepare the spices to be used for marinating, and toast juniper berries, black pepper, and cumin in turn in a pan to bring out the aroma.

Pour it into a stone mortar, grind it into fine powder, pour it out and put it into small bowls, so that the amount of spices used can be precisely controlled during marinating, and the excessive use of one spice can prevent the excessive use of one spice and mask the taste of other ingredients. Brush the stone mortar with a handful of freshly peeled garlic and sprinkle it with some salt, and add a few canned anchovies and some soup in the process. Takmi slammed the stuff into garlic puree.

Dried spices and garlic are ready, followed by fresh spices. Three fresh spices, sage, thyme and rosemary, are briefly blanched in hot water, and the leaves are finely chopped.

Takmi found the exact scale, placed a small glass bowl, removed the weight of the small glass bowl, and began to weigh the amount of salt needed for the dish. The whole pork belly he chose weighed three kilograms, and at seven percent, it needed 21 grams of salt.

With all the marinating ingredients ready, Takmi began to process the pork belly. His plan was to wrap the pork in pork rind, but the pork belly was too fat for the condiments to penetrate during cooking, so he had to change the knife.

Cut off the air-dried parts on all sides and trim the shape of the pork belly, and use a knife to cut the pork belly into two layers from one side horizontally without cutting it completely, and deliberately reserve a part. Spread out the whole pork belly like a book, sprinkle the sliced pork with fine salt and then chop three fresh botanical spices.

After sprinkling the dried spices that baked the aroma, followed by the garlic paste mixed with anchovies, Takmi took out a bottle of Garianoliqueur and sprinkled it on the pork to soak the spices, then rubbed all the spices with his hands.

Takmi pinched the half of the pork without the skin and slowly curled it, squeezing out as much air as possible during the rolling, so that the marinade could fully contact the pork. After the skin is rolled outward, it is then tied with cotton thread to make a qualitative condition, and Takmi uses a sharp knife to make small holes evenly in the skin to facilitate the oozing of the melted fat during the roasting process.

Before that, the pork had to release its excess water, so Takmi smeared all the remaining fine salt from the small glass bowl on the surface of the pork roll to make it release the moisture faster. Finally, the pork rolls are tightly wrapped in plastic wrap and sent back to the crisper warehouse, followed by a long 24-hour marinating time.

At the end of the concert, the prelude to the "Radesky March" was played with a rousing snare drum, the orchestra conductor turned to face the audience and waved, and the quiet golden hall resounded with neat applause, accompanied by a melodious rhythm like a column of infantry marching in unison.

Erina Nagikiri clapped to the beat with a happy smile on her face, and without those two living treasures who ruined the atmosphere by her side, the whole concert felt really unusual. In the second half of the movement, the melody became more passionate, and the audience applauded enthusiastically, and the majestic trombone sounded the highest point of the repertoire and immediately announced the successful conclusion of today's concert.

The audience stood up and gave the orchestra a long-lasting applause, leaving the Golden Hall Erina Nagikiri's mood was still very excited, returning to the hotel to change into evening dresses and standing on the balcony to look at the sunset on the horizon before calming down, only to find that it was already dusk and had not seen Jiang Yunfeng and Kohei Chuangzhen, and asked Shinto Scarlet to ask the front desk of the hotel, and the answer was that they had left at noon and had not returned.

"What's going on? I didn't see anyone at such a late hour, and I didn't answer the phone! Continuously calling the mobile phones of Jiang Yunfeng and Kohei Sojin were connected, Erina Nagikiri threw the mobile phone on the sofa in frustration and got up to leave.

"Erina-sama, where are you going?"

"Go get those two idiots back!"

Shinto Scarlet Shazi and Tian Sue looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly, so they had to follow quickly. According to the last location of the shared location, the three girls came to the ditch avenue in the inner city of Vienna, looked at the crowded street, and said in embarrassment: "There are so many people, where are we going to find Jiang Jun and Chuangzhenjun?" ”

Erina Nagikiri didn't have a clue either, it had been more than an hour since the shared location was last sent, and it was likely that they weren't here anymore and wandered somewhere else. At a time when she was in a dilemma, Erina Nagikiri faintly heard someone singing, and it was not unusual for someone to sing on the streets of Vienna, the 'capital of music'.

But melodically this is not a European song, Erina Nagi listens attentively, a deep male voice sings in a pentatonic voice, and the lyrics are also in Chinese.

"No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them, let me sway."

"The higher the sky, the smaller the heart, regardless of the cause and effect, drunk alone."

"I know where those two idiots are!" Erina Nagikiri smiled and walked in the direction where the song came from. Led the new scarlet sand and Tian Suohui to a small square, and the crowd of onlookers saw a young lady wearing a white Hanfu and full of fairy spirit sitting and playing the guzheng, and a stereo on each side played pleasant music.

On the stereo on the left is a dashing young man, holding a bamboo flute and singing the lyrics of the classic martial arts song "Laughing Hongchen" with the young lady who plays the guzheng. Although the language barrier is different, the bright melody of the song, combined with Jiang Yunfeng's incomplete but unrestrained singing, infected the onlookers.

Xinhu Scarlet Shazi wanted to come forward to remind Jiang Yunfeng but was stopped by Erina Nagikiri, and soon the song "Laughing Red Dust" ended, and the people who were still unfinished chanting to come back to the song, many Chinese tourists who came to travel in a foreign country were even more excited to hear their familiar voices, and they put banknotes in the piano box in front of the Hanfu lady.

Looking at the more and more banknotes gathered, the young lady of the international student who just wanted to take advantage of the rest day to promote Chinese culture was a bit difficult to ride.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, the young lady will come back to another song. This time, young lady, you can sing it, I sing it so badly. Jiang Yunfeng was also ashamed of his singing, and turned to say loudly to the onlookers, "What do you want to hear?" ”

Those Chinese tourists who come to travel have reported their favorite repertoire, among which the "A Laugh in the Sea" composed by a generation of master Huang Zhan has the highest demand, this classic martial arts song is played by Qin Xiao Ensemble, which is just right for the bamboo flute in Jiang Yunfeng's hand and the little sister's guzheng.

The young lady full of fairy spirit smiled gently, and lightly raised her jade hand to cross the strings, and the powerful beat jumped out. Jiang Yunfeng hurriedly blew the bamboo flute in his hand, and the crisp flute sound and the sonorous guzheng sounded. The Chinese tourists present were all shaken and excited, and the streets of Vienna were filled with the smell of rivers and lakes.

Hidden behind the crowd, Erina Nagi was also infected by this chic and indulgent and reckless atmosphere. At this moment, she felt that Jiang Yunfeng, who was playing the bamboo flute, gave people a very special feeling, and there was a fatal charm between her gestures.

This may be the chivalrous plot hidden in the depths of the Chinese heart, Europeans on the street may not understand what chivalrous culture is, but Erina Nagikiri, who has read the complete set of works of Master Jin Yong, knows very well how deep the trace of the word 'chivalry' is in the minds of Chinese.