Qionglou Yuyu is a famous hotel in the center of the south bank, although it is only four stars in terms of specifications, but the environment is particularly excellent, backed by the park, in front of a large lake, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery at the same time when eating, which is very attractive to some young people who pay attention to the atmosphere.

If it was before, Fang Yu would definitely not have the money to spend in such a place, but if after Shushan Academy, the spirit coins earned in the school could be exchanged for ordinary RMB at a ratio of one to one hundred, so it would not be a problem to come out and consume.

Because this is not a meal, so there are not many people in the restaurant, the two of them chose a window seat, from here can overlook the entire western suburbs, only to see green trees, flowers in full bloom, it is beautiful.

Millie, who took off her uniform, was less cold and more cordial, perhaps knowing that Fang Yu's identity was a little special, so Millie didn't ask much at all, but talked about her own affairs.

She is of mixed Chinese and American descent, her father is Chinese-American, her mother is American, and her family has some industries in the United States, but she has been very interested in Chinese culture since she was a child, so she took the initiative to drop out of college after only one year, and then came to China despite the opposition of her family.

Now she has been in China for more than half a year, because she has been nurtured by her family since she was a child, so there is no problem with the language, but sometimes she still has some problems in some ways of doing things and culture.

Maybe it's because she's beautiful and mixed-race, so she attracts a lot of attention wherever she goes, and girls don't want to get too close to her, and boys always have other intentions when they come into contact with her, which gives her a bit of a headache.

In China, she doesn't have any very good friends, and after work, she either rests in her apartment or goes to the gym, and her life is more than easy and her passion is insufficient.

While talking, a waiter came over and handed each of them a menu, and then asked, "Is there anything you can serve for the two of you?" ”

Millie flipped through the menu casually, glanced at it a few times, and shook her head slightly: "There are no new recipes, and there is no appetite when you look at them." ”

After saying this, she directly handed the recipe back to the waiter, and then said to Fang Yu: "Do you have any good choices to recommend?" ”

"Uh...... Don't know what flavors you like? ”

"I don't have any special requirements for taste, but I know that Chinese food culture has a long history, so I want to feel some of China's traditional history and culture in this meal, I don't know if it's okay?"

When she said this, Millie's eyes flashed with a sly light, like a little fox who did something bad.

"No problem, please wait." Fang Yu also smiled and closed the recipe in his hand, handed it back to the waiter, and then whispered a few words in the latter's ear.

The waiter nodded, turned to leave, and about ten minutes later, the first course was served.

Fang Yu waved his hand to signal the waiter not to explain, and acted as a commentator: "This first dish is called "Squirrel Mandarin Fish", which is a traditional dish that has been passed down for a long time. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Yu picked up the marinade prepared next to him and poured it on it, and the whole fish suddenly made a "squeak" sound.

The fish is shaped like a squirrel and squeaks when the juice is poured, hence the name of the squirrel mandarin fish. ”

Fang Yu said as he made a gesture of please, and Millie also smiled and picked up a piece of fish meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, her eyes suddenly blooming with surprise.

"It's sweet and sour, it's delicious."

"Of course, about the delicacy of mandarin fish, ancient poets in China have long described it, and the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Zhihe has a fishing song that says so......"

Fang Yu cleared his throat and recited: "The egret flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossom flowing water is fat for mandarin fish." Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ”

After memorizing it, I explained it in a simple vernacular.

Although Millie grew up abroad, her Chinese skills are not weak, and after Fang Yu explained a little, she understood the meaning and artistic conception of this poem, and immediately sighed: "This poem is so beautiful, this kind of free life is really desirable, I think the poet who wrote this poem must be very romantic." ”

"Of course, I think so too."

……

While the two were talking, the waiter brought a second course, a vegetarian dish with hundreds of clear and turquoise shoots on a plate, arranged in a delicate fan shape, and the color alone was pleasing to the eye.

"What is this?" Millie asked curiously, the ingredients on the plate she had never seen before.

"During the Song Dynasty in our country, there was a great poet named Su Shi, who wrote a poem "Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene", and the whole poem is like this."

Fang Yu took a deep breath and recited: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river." Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. ”

"Sounds beautiful, does it mean that spring is coming?"

"That's right." Fang Yu nodded and smiled, and felt some admiration for Millie's Chinese proficiency in his heart.

"But what does this have to do with this dish?"

"The third sentence of the poem is that Artemisia annua is full of short reed buds, among which Artemisia annua, also known as Artemisia annua, is a special plant in the south of the Yangtze River, which grows mostly at the water's edge, which is a local specialty." Fang Yu said as he made a gesture of please: "Try it, you really can't eat this "stir-fried artemisia" in other places." ”

"Really?" Millie suspiciously took a piece of Artemisia into her mouth, chewed it, and nodded: "There is a unique fragrance, I really haven't eaten it before." ”

"If you like to eat, you can eat more, this dish has the effect of cooling and relieving the stomach, which is good for your body."

……

While talking and laughing, the waiter brought the third course to the table.

This time, the dish was significantly more elaborate than the previous two, with layers of mountains made of fruits and vegetables, and then a shallow consommé with a palm-sized conch in the middle of the mountains.

This time, without waiting for Fang Yu to speak, Millie had already taken the initiative to ask, "Does this dish also have a corresponding poem?" ”

"Of course." Fang Yu nodded and said: "The lake and the autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no wind goggles and has not been polished. Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail in the silver plate. ”

"This poem is the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi, the name is "Looking at Dongting", which describes the beautiful scenery of Dongting Lake, you see if it is very similar to the scenery in the plate."

"Really." Millie clapped her hands like a child: "Dongting Lake must be a very beautiful place, I can't bear to eat this dish." ”

Originally, although Millie was not very old, due to work, she always gave people a feeling of coldness, but at this moment, she smiled like a child.