Capítulo 63: Dishes
Hu, hu, hu...
In the secret room and the study, only the sound of inhaling could be heard.
Wu Sanri's face was covered with stains, cold sweat on his forehead.
Pan Shengcheng and Zhang Qitian's legs shook wildly as if they had some illness.
"You, are you a man or a ghost?" After quite a while, Wu Sanri suddenly recovered. He had robbed many tombs and bumped into many strange things, but he had never encountered a situation like today.
This secret room was obviously hidden deep underground.
But the decorations inside were all new, even the bamboo slips inside seemed to have just been put in.
Of course, what shocked him most was Ye Bei who stood in before him.
However, after Wu Sanri's voice emitted, Ye Bei did not answer.
It was Pan Shengcheng who was the last to come in. After reacting, his eyes burst and his mouth was shaking uncontrollably, "Did I not say it? I saw him jump into the hole with my own eyes, I said it was not an illusion, but you just don't believe me!"
After he said this, at this moment, the secret room became more silent and strange.
Zhang Qitian's reaction speed was very fast, and he immediately answered, "If I am correct, there is another entrance to this tomb, boy, did you come in from another entrance? Also, everything here has been replaced in advance by you, right? Where have all those antiques been taken to?"
Huh?
The fall of his words gave Wu Sanri a great inspiration.
Originally, he was constantly rubbing and sweating on his body, but he suddenly recovered and woke up.
When those eyes stared at Ye Bei, a burst of killing intent was manifested.
"Boy, are you playing with us?" Wu Sanri roared.
As for Pan Shengcheng, his eyes were still full of fear. He clearly saw Ye Bei jump into the cave with his own eyes earlier, and he believed he would never read it wrong. He clenched his fist, and retreated quietly to the back, ready to escape at any time.
However, Ye Bei, who was disturbed by the movement, slowly turned around.
Those eyes looked at the three indifferently.
There was no emotion contained in his eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "Help me move these things out."
"Yes!" The three people with their own thoughts, their bodies shook slightly when they heard this, their eyes suddenly became dull, and their mouths answered in unison.
Clang!
The next moment, they put down the tools in their hands.
They cautiously walked to the secret room study and picked up the bamboo slips placed on the bookshelf, then they moved them out one by one.
After Ye Bei took action, his figure who had been standing in the room disappeared out of thin air, and with a flash, he reappeared and stood on the edge of the hole entrance of the tomb in the gallery's backyard again.
...
Gallery, inner courtyard.
It was getting late, the moon was high, and there were a few red lanterns in the courtyard.
When Ye Bei appeared again, in the courtyard, all the mounds which were originally piled into mountains disappeared in an instant.
A willow tree with green sprouts was dancing in the wind...
At the same time, the air also exuded a sweet and pleasing scent that belonged to foods.
Immediately afterward, Wang Xiu, who was rickety, walked slowly into the courtyard.
He saw the neat and tidy inner courtyard, he also saw Ye Bei, who was not here just now, appeared again out of nowhere.
His body was taken aback for a moment, but then he became very peaceful again. He, Wang Xiu had been alive for a hundred years, what kind of wind and waves had he not seen? This kind of strange thing was nothing at all compared to Ye Bei's longevity.
He looked at Ye Bei and slowly said, "Old ancestor, you have not eaten for a day... the younger generation has prepared meals! This house belongs to you already, and I still live here, it's quite inappropriate, so I can only serve you with foods."
While speaking, he quietly glanced at the entrance of the hole of the tomb but saw no movement, so he did not say more.
"Yeah." Ye Bei nodded.
Soon, the two of them entered a certain room.
The room was not big.
On every wall, there were various paintings which were painted by Wang Xiu and Wang Gu.
In the middle of the room, there was a round old wooden table with stains on it, but it was very clean and spotless.
When Ye Bei entered the room, Wang Gu was already inside, he glanced, and randomly found a chair to sit down.
Wang Xiu was a bit restrained, but unlike Wang An, he didn't know much about Ye Bei, consequently, he didn't have any fear. After seeing Ye Bei sitting down, he immediately sat next to him.
"Old ancestor, you can eat." Wang Xiu picked up the chopsticks and spoke respectfully.
Wang Gu finished filling the rice in three bowls, he handed one with both hands to Ye Bei and Wang Xiu in front and then sat down with a big heart.
After Wang Xiu said this, Ye Bei did not answer, nor did he move his chopsticks. Instead, he looked at the dishes on the table with his eyes calm, as if thinking about something.
On the table, there were nine dishes.
The plates used for the dishes were Qing Dynasty's blue and white plates, which may not be rare, but they were also very expensive.
One plate of fish, one plate of meat, and the rest were mainly vegetables.
Each dish was made extremely delicate, looked bright in color, elegant in appearance, and fragrant in aroma, which greatly increased one's appetite.
"Ying Chun, this dish is good!" (A/N: Wang Xiu's penname is Ying Chun, which means winter jasmine. I used 'Winter Jasmine' in the previous chapter.)
After a long time, Ye Bei picked up his chopsticks and said such a sentence gently in his mouth.
Wang Xiu grinned, he felt very comfortable hearing this praise. When speaking, he paid less attention to it, "Of course, these dishes are all made with techniques handed down by the ancestors! Each dish has its own particulars. Yes, both the method and the materials used are extremely demanding... and the earthen stove and kitchen utensils used for cooking, and even the original ones... Even with the development of the times, I dare not change it without authorization."
When Wang Gu heard this, he interjected with pride on his face, "The Old Master is right! Everyone in the Wang Family has superb cooking skills. From the time a family member is sensible enough, he will start to practice. It's just a pity, with the development of everything, especially these years, the times have become too fast. My children have immigrated abroad, and I have no time to supervise them. I don't know how much they have mastered in cooking."
Ye Bei's complexion was still very calm.
In fact, when he smelled the scent of the dish in the inner courtyard, he already had a judgment.
These dishes, all of them were his favorite foods thousands of years ago.
It was also the dishes he once asked Wang Xizhi to learn.
After a thousand years, seeing these familiar dishes again really made Ye Bei feel a little surprised. Maybe the taste and details have changed a little, but the familiar feeling was still not bad.
"The dishes are good, but a glass of wine is missing. " Ye Bei said.
When he taught Wang Xizhi to cook, he also brewed a few pots of fine wine. This was just what he said casually. After a thousand years, it was already rare and impressive enough that the cooking skills could be passed down.
"Old ancestor, are you referring to Clear Night?"
But for Wang Xiu who was sitting beside him, his words were not casual at all, Wang Xiu's body quaked, and he immediately asked, Wang Family's wine was named Clear Night, which symbolized the prosperity of the Wang Family. This wine had been preserved for thousands of years and passed on from generation to generation. Even the old Wang Gu didn't even know about it.
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Capítulo 64: Clear Night
An old man and a young man sat facing each other. Nine plates of exquisite dishes were placed on the table, and a few pots of wine also quietly stood beside the dishes. The aroma of the wine spread throughout the room, the strong and piquant scent could make one intoxicated.
"Master, are you really leaving in a few days?" The old man's voice was hoarse and the corners of his eyes were cloudy.
The teenager murmured quietly, "Drink this glass of wine."
The old man spoke slowly, his body froze a little as if he had already got the answer, "Master, why is this wine called Clear Night?"
The young man replied, "The sky is clear at sunset, blowing breeze is gentle in spring, the beautiful woman is beautiful at night, and the dawn is full of singing..."
"Take wine as a song, life is geometric! Master, this Clear Night is really a good name. It's a pity that there are only so few jars of this wine. But you can rest assured that this wine will be preserved well. If one day, when master meets the descendants of my Wang Family, you can ask them to take the wine out." The old man said seriously, he had come to the end of his life, and there was not much he could do, he just hoped that this wine could bring some preordained fate to the descendants of the Wang Family.
"All right." The young man didn't care and answered casually.
Unexpectedly, the old man took it seriously and actually kept the wine for thousands of years.
And that wine, it was brewed by Ye Bei himself.
If he could drink it now, it's really a kind of romance for him.
...
Before the dinner table.
Wang Xiu's body was startled, but then he was relieved that Wang Xizhi's line began to take shape thousands of years ago, during the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
The young man in front of him was a person who lived in the same era as Wang Xizhi.
It was not strange to know that the Wang Family had wine.
It couldn't be more appropriate to entertain Ye Bei this night.
"Little Gu, there is an ancient willow in the courtyard, three feet deep in the southwest, two jars of wine are buried there. Go and dig it! It was handed down by the ancestors. Only those who come to Wang's house and tell its name, Clear Night, can they have the opportunity to taste it." After calming down, Wang Xiu looked at Wang Gu and gently said.
"Master, you actually hid wine? Clear Night wine... it sounds good; I will dig it." Wang Gu said in a low voice, with a little surprise on his face, his father was hiding wine under the willow tree, this was the first time he knew, wanting to drink a bit of wine, one actually had to say out its code.
He got up and walked to the inner courtyard and found a lot of new bamboo slips and some decorations in the courtyard, but he quickly looked away.
Ten minutes later...
Wang Gu really dug out two jars of wine under the ancient willow.
When the soil was peeled away, a clear aroma of wine filled the entire yard, and the old willow wicker that had just sprouted happily danced and swayed in the yard.
"So fragrant!" Wang Gu carefully lifted the two wine jars out of the soil. He occasionally drank alcohol but didn't have much hobbies regarding that. However, when he smelled the clear and elegant but with the mellow aroma of the wine before him, he seemed to have sublimated his soul at this moment.
Other than this great wine, nothing else was needed.
"Master, there really is wine!"
He pushed the door, holding a hip flask in one hand.
When Wang Gu spoke, his eyes were groping in the room, and he couldn't wait to find the wine glass.
"It's good that it's here." There was a smile on Wang Xiu's face, he actually met with an ancient elder and solved some of the Wang Family's thousands of missions. Although he did not say it today, Wang Xiu felt very happy, "Little Gu, the wine glasses are in the seventh secret compartment of the closet, you can go get it."
"Yes!" Wang Gu put the two jugs of wine on the table, then went to get the wine glasses, facing this particular Wang Xiu's order, he did not complain at all.
Twenty seconds later...
At the table, in front of everyone, there was a clean glass of wine.
As for Ye Bei...
When the wine and food were all ready, he stretched out his hand, lightly held the wine glass in one hand, and picked up the chopsticks in the other, sniffing the attractive and familiar aroma of wine in the air.
Those wines glasses were made of blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, each one of them was worth a million. And that jug had an even longer history. The jug was not big, had a smaller shape, a round belly, and a chicken head on the shoulder. It was small and had no neck. It was the most famous chicken head jug in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
And this jug was extremely well-preserved, with porcelain luster blooming on it, if it was put up for auction, it would definitely be bought with a sky-high price.
"Ancestor, it's time to eat! Please first..." Wang Xiu smiled. Although Ye Bei was young, he knew that this was an extremely old elder.
He lived a hundred years old, and some etiquette had long been ingrained. He still understood the principle that the elders were always first to move chopsticks at the dinner table.
"En." Ye Bei answered softly.
He took a bite of a side dish at random, put it in his mouth, and chewed gently.
The taste was much more perfect than it was a thousand years ago. However, it was no longer so familiar.
Picking up a glass of small wine, drinking it all in one sip, leaving fragrance on the lips and teeth, and a long aftertaste.
Clang!
He put down the wine glass.
Sitting at the table, Ye Bei always felt that something was missing.
The wine was indeed brewed by himself thousands of years ago, but after a thousand years of silence, the taste became more beautiful and the color became purer, but this was not the wine that Ye Bei really wanted to drink.
"Eat!" After a long time, Ye Bei said faintly, his complexion remained unchanged from beginning to end.
"Yes, Old Ancestor!" Wang Xiu also picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Wang Gu had been greedy for a long time. He was obviously a 70-80-year-old old man. But here, he was really no different from a child. Seeing Wang Xiu finished drinking, he also picked up the wine glass. After drinking in one sip, his cheeks were slightly red, leaning on the chair, and sighing with a long aftertaste, "This wine is really rich and much better than the ones I drank before! Master, you can really hide!"
Wang Xiu waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, this wine is handed down from the ancestors, so I won't let you drink it."
Wang Gu was a little drunk, "Father, I heard that two days later, when the ancient town passes the Spring Equinox, there will be an antique auction house, and then the rich and powerful people around here will also come over, so how about we try taking the calligraphy and painting there?"
"That belongs to the ancestor!" Wang Xiu immediately refused.
Wang Gu was unwilling. He felt that it would be a great regret if this kind of calligraphy and painting were not available and recognized, "Well, Old Ancestor, but Old Ancestor has given us the calligraphy and painting as this was also something he used to buy this house." After that, he looked at Ye Bei for advice.
"Okay." Ye Bei gave a nod, the calligraphy and painting had been given away to others, and how to deal with it was their own business.
Drink, eat, talk about the past!
At the dinner table, time always flies quickly...
When all the nine dishes had bottomed out, the three of them put down their chopsticks one after another.
Wang Xiu and Wang Gu crouched and began to clean up their dishes.
Ye Bei was not polite, he stood up and stepped aside.
With his white gown, he walked to the door of the room.
He opened the door, looking at the courtyard leisurely, there were piles of bamboo slips over there, a large number of calligraphies and paintings, and each piece was invaluable.
Ye Bei looked at them, his eyes did not change at all, he was very calm.
However, the tired and poor Wu Sanri and others sat paralyzed in the courtyard with shock in their eyes.
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