In a vast open space in the mercenary area in the north of the city, a high platform of several hundred square meters has been built, and more than 40 stoves behind the high platform have been prepared, with cutting boards, kitchen knives, pots and pans and other utensils.

On the left side of the high platform, there is a long table, and behind it are more than twenty chairs. On the right is a large curtain that obscures an area.

In the open space below, at least a hundred round tables were placed, each with ten chairs.

When the people who arrived saw such an arrangement, they were immediately more excited, this is the rhythm of the on-site banquet.

"What! Seats are charged, fifty citrine coins per person in the front row, thirty citrine coins per person in the middle, twenty citrine coins per person in the back row, front row, of course I want the front row!"

Almost instantly, thousands of seats were full, and those who arrived later were stunned and beat their chests, why didn't they go out earlier. But there is no way, no matter how many people can't arrange it, the venue is too big to take care of.

In the short time that followed, the back of the round table was crowded with people, and if it weren't for a large number of security guards to maintain order, I am afraid they would all be crowded to the front.

As the sun rose, the venue was busy, and hundreds of men from major restaurants brought plates of snacks to the round table.

White rice porridge, pickles made from various wild vegetables, and small noodles in various shapes.

They are no strangers to rice porridge, but pickles are rare, and people who often go to the steamed bun shop know the shredded mustard gnocchi, and they really haven't seen anything else. In fact, they are all common vegetables on the market, but pickled into pickles change their appearance, and it is no wonder that they are not familiar with it.

And what surprised them the most were the small pastries. They never imagined that they could make such a beautiful food out of noodles.

Pick it up and take a bite gently, it is soft and glutinous, and it feels so good. Take another bite of pickles and take a bite of rice porridge. Hmm~ It's just enjoyment.

There were no foodies in the row, and the people at the round table nodded in admiration while eating and drinking, their eyes were blue with envy, and they couldn't stop pursing their lips and swallowing their saliva.

"Brother, twenty citrine coins for a seat, right? I'll give you forty, how can you give it to me?" finally someone couldn't help it and shouted loudly to the front.

"Cut! Lao Tzu is short of money!" Several people at the round table turned their heads to look at them, their faces full of disdain, and then continued to bow their heads.

It's a pity. Regardless of rice porridge and pickles, they are all served in small bowls and small plates. The pastry is also small. The meal was finished in a few bites. Many of the people here showed regret, but they didn't enjoy it.

Of course, there are also smart people who whisper to the people around them that there should be more in the back, and this should be the same as a food street. Can't eat more.

"Oh~" Those who didn't think it was enjoyable before suddenly realized that they began to look forward to the food in the back. While waiting, many people also talked to each other.

"Hongyuan City has made this food festival really good, a food street. And today's set-up, it's all great!"

"There will be more exciting things in the future, the performance of the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe, how long is it until the New Year Song and Dance Performance, two months, they will have a new repertoire!"

"Actually, I've always wondered, what is that new form of performance?"

"It's still the most interesting competition between chefs, I heard that there are many chefs this time, and even Fumanlou in the imperial capital is here!"

"What I want to see the most is Jiang Xingchen's performance, and people are anxious!" A woman said obsessively with her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes shining with little stars.

"Grope~" Several people at the same table got goosebumps, and scolded in their hearts: "I'm rough, Nima is too backy, how can I share the table with a nymphomaniac!"

I want to leave but I am reluctant to eat, and I am really sick to my stomach if I don't leave, and several people are messy in an instant, and their hearts are tangled......

As the guys removed the dishes on each table, on the high platform, Dingbei Hou with a beard on his face walked out.

"Welcome all from afar to participate in the first food festival of Hongyuan City! I hope our preparations can satisfy you, let you enjoy the past year, ......" Dingbei Hou said loudly.

However, the audience in the audience was a little tired of listening: "We came to watch the performance to eat delicious food, not to listen to you rambling here, are you annoying!"

Dingbei Hou spoke for more than ten minutes, and finally said: "This time, the chef will demonstrate his cooking skills on the spot, and the marshal, the finance minister, and the president of the Imperial Academy will ......."

After talking about a large number of people, Dingbei Hou paused, looked at the crowd with a smile, and then said: "And the three audiences who came to the scene made a tasting review together!"

"Boom~" The audience in the stadium was suddenly chaotic, and they rushed forward, and even the people who bought seats stood up: "I'll go, I'll go, I'll go......"

A group of security guards hurriedly blocked it, and complained at the same time in their hearts: "I'll go~"

In the end, there were three people who were hit by Dingbei Hou, and the crowded scene calmed down.

The three people who were selected were extremely excited, and the chefs from all over the country cooked in person, such an opportunity, I am afraid that they will not be able to catch up once in a lifetime. In particular, when walking through the area where the round tables are placed, the envy of those who have bought seats gives them a great sense of superiority and satisfaction.

The marshal, the minister of finance, the major lords and others all sat down behind the desk on the left side of the high platform, and the Marquis of Dingbei announced: "The first food festival has officially begun!"

"Dangdang......" As soon as Dingbei Hou's voice fell, a crisp and loud guzheng sound suddenly came from the right side of the high platform, and a curtain was also opened suddenly.

"Bauhinia, it's a performance by the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe!" The audience in the audience was shocked, especially some who came specifically for the song, and their eyes were even more round, and the eyes of some girls were shining.

"My God, there are so many guzhengs, so many people, and they are all girls, what kind of repertoire is this performing?" After seeing the situation behind the curtain, everyone exclaimed, there were hundreds of guzhengs placed there, Jiang Xingchen and Wanrou in the front, and students from the Imperial Academy in the back.

"Don't make a sound, look carefully, the stage layout that Jiang Xingchen made is different every time!"

The sound of the guzheng is crisp and bright, and the strings are plucked continuously and fast-paced. The cheerful melody immediately affected the people at the scene.

Jiang Xingchen played the Golden Snake Dance, although it was best to use the pipa, but that thing could be mastered quickly, Wanrou was poor, and others were even worse, but it was better to use the guzheng all in one water.

"This brand new song is really good, it sounds so cheerful, and it makes people feel happy from the heart!"

"The music produced by Bauhinia is really a classic!"

"Sounds good, sounds good. This time, it's ......"

At first, it was only Jiang Xingchen who played it alone, but it didn't take long for hundreds of guzheng to sound at the same time, and the volume increased dramatically, spreading the cheerful melody outward at once.

Powerful volume. The upbeat melody and rhythm bring a sudden impact. People who come to the food festival. It's all in anticipation. The joy of the mood was rushed by the surging music at this time, and I felt that my heart was beating with the plucking of the zither strings.

This song was played for more than five minutes, and then Jiang Xingchen reached out and pressed the strings and stopped.

And the audience in the audience all had festive smiles on their faces. It's completely involuntary to be driven by the music.

"Welcome to the first food festival in Hongyuan City!" Jiang Xingchen stood up and bowed deeply to the audience.

Behind him, Wan Rou and hundreds of students from the Imperial Academy also stood up to thank him. A swallow warbler.

At this time, people turned around from the impact of hundreds of guzheng and burst into tidal applause.

Subsequently, Jiang Xingchen sat down again and changed a track, which was also cheerful and festive, with backgammon.

In this piece, nearly half of the students replaced the erhu in the original song......

While the people were listening to the loud voice, the guys walked into the field again with plates and placed small plates on the table. "It's ...... Ham, chicken feet, pig's trotters, shredded belly, and delicious food are all available on the street...... What is this, I haven't seen it!"

A man called the man, and asked with a crystal clear, pale yellow color, and a square flesh in it.

"This is jelly!"

"Is it made of meat skin!" the man was puzzled, and put the jelly in his mouth.

The jelly melts in your mouth, and the flesh skin is full of toughness and tendon, but it is not the feeling that you can't chew.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, how can the skin be made like this......"

While the man was asking, the other guy at the table was also asking the guy about a dark brown slice of meat.

"This is beef in sauce!"

"Beef! Is this beef...... Hmm~ It's really the taste of beef, there is no soup, how do you make it......"

After the end of backgammon, the audience broke out into warm applause again, and people listened happily and ate very happily.

Although these two tracks are not like men's self-improvement and smiling and proud of the rivers and lakes, the human feelings are difficult to control. But it complements the excitement of the festival, and the joy and joy are completely highlighted, and people are happy to listen.

Especially this form of eating and watching at the same time, they feel extremely enjoyable.

Even those who didn't buy seats, Hongyuan City took care of them, and arranged for many guys to carry the burden and deliver the small bowls and plates of delicious food to them...... Of course, there is a fee.

On the high platform, a group of high-ranking officials and major lords of the empire were also extremely satisfied, and the food in Hongyuan City had indeed conquered their stomachs. And these two songs, even the marshal who doesn't understand music can hear the festive and cheerful main theme, not to mention the others.

Even Yuan Xixuan had to admit at this time that this food festival was beautiful, and Jiang Xingchen was a genius. But the more this happened, the more depressed he became, it was not that our army was not strong, but that the enemy was too strong.

Therefore, Yuan Xixuan and Yuan Hao, father and son, turned depression into appetite and ate a lot. Let you be proud for a while, and then I'll eat it first.

And the three audience members who came up were still a little nervous and restrained when they were sitting with a group of high-ranking officials and big lords of the empire. But as the music progresses, there is also the food that is delivered. They also gradually let go, and their cheeks shook off, completely ignoring others.

At the end of the music, Wan Rou and the hundred students left, but Jiang Xingchen stayed on the stage, bowed to the audience again, and said: "This food festival, in addition to letting everyone taste the food, there is also a purpose, which is to let the chefs show their exquisite skills...... Next, let's start with me, throw bricks and lead the jade, and make an ugly sacrifice first!" (To be continued......)