"Then let's drink beer."

When dinner started, Yu Hualue seemed a little reserved. He was the only outsider present today.

"Don't be formal, just treat it like your own home."

Lin Chaoyang saw that Yu Hua was really cautious, so he found a topic and asked: "Is this the first time Yu Hua eats hot-boiled mutton?"

"yes."

"Speaking of which, you people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang have eaten this way of eating hot-pot meat much earlier than we in the north."

Yu Hua looked at Lin Chaoyang curiously, waiting for his speech.

"During the Southern Song Dynasty, Lin Hong wrote a book called "Shan Jia Qing Gong", which was a record of elegant food. There is an article in which he went to Wuyi Mountain to become a disciple in the winter and got a rabbit in the snow.

His master told him that in the mountains, one can only make thin slices of rabbit meat, marinate it with wine, sauce, and pepper, then put it in water in a wind stove. After the water boils, each person uses a pair of chopsticks to put the meat into the soup and cook it. Each person can dip it in different ways according to their preferences.

of juice.

He commented that this way of eating is not only simple, but also "enjoys the warmth and joy of reunion."

Five or six years later, he visited Yang Yongzhai's house in Lin'an and saw this way of eating. Yang Yongzhai was a poet and wrote a poem specifically for this:

The clear river surges with snow, and the wind turns over the sunset.

The river snow and the surge are all in the pot, and the sunset is the meat slices. Lin Hong gave this way of eating a poetic name, called "Boxia Gong", and explained that it is not only rabbit meat, but also pork, mutton and beef.

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So, you in the south have eaten this hot-pot meat much earlier than we in the north."

When Yu Hua saw Lin Chaoyang telling an allusion at random, he couldn't help but admire Lin Chaoyang's erudition and talent.

At this time, Lin Chaoyang said again: "It is best to eat hot-boiled meat on a snowy day. The white snow is dazzling, covered with silver, and the flying flowers are scattered and intertwined. If you look at the charcoal fire, it will have a unique artistic conception."

The redness of the meat, the greenness of the vegetables, the wind, snow, waves, and clouds are full of poetry."

Yu Hua couldn't help but immerse himself in the pictures painted by Lin Chaoyang, and actually experienced the endless poetry from a meal of boiled mutton.

For the first time, he saw what the knowledge of gourmet food is! What is the romance of literati!
Chapter completed!