"Wait a minute, I haven't ordered any food yet," Zhang Chengyang asked, puzzled. He had only made a reservation for a private room by phone, but had not ordered any food in advance.
The maid smiled and then looked at Shen Lang and said, "Young Master Zhang, today's meal is a banquet hosted by our master for Young Master Shen."
"???" Shen Lang was full of questions.
"Young Master Shen, you need not be surprised. Our master will come to see you in person. You will find out soon enough," the maid said with a smile, and then left the room.
After the maid left, Zhang Chengyang looked at Shen Lang and asked, "Brother Lang, do you know the owner of this place?"
Shen Lang shook his head, equally puzzled, and said, "I don't know him."
After reviewing his memories, he was certain that none of the people he knew were the owner of Baiyun Restaurant. He had only ever been considered middle-class; it was impossible for him to have had the opportunity to come into contact with such a top figure.
According to Zhang Chengyang, the owner of Baiyun Restaurant was someone even his grandfather had only met once.
A moment later, a maid brought a plate of sashimi and placed it on the table: "Young Master Shen, this dish is red dragon sashimi, an appetizer."
“120,000.” Zhang Chengyang grinned. This dish was priced at 120,000 on the menu. It was the most expensive sashimi. The only time he had eaten it was when Zhang Guosheng hosted a banquet for a VIP at Baiyun Restaurant and took Zhang Chengyang there.
The maid smiled slightly upon hearing Zhang Chengyang's words, without replying. She then placed four small blue-and-white porcelain plates in front of the four people and poured in Baiyun Manor's special soy sauce seasoning.
Shen Lang didn't stand on ceremony; he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece, and ate it.
Zhang Chengyang followed closely behind, picked up a piece and ate it, exclaiming in surprise, "How come this is different from the one I had last time?"
The maid smiled and lowered her head, offering no explanation. She picked up the wine pot to pour wine for them, but Shen Lang stopped her, saying, "No need, we drove here."
"Young Master Shen, don't worry, the Master will arrange for someone to take you there later."
"Alright then." Seeing that the maid had already said so, Shen Lang felt embarrassed to refuse any further.
After taking a sip of the wine, Shen Lang's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked, "What kind of wine is this?"
The maid said, "Young Master Shen, this is genuine Dukang wine brewed using ancient methods."
"What can dispel sorrow? Only wine?" Shen Lang asked.
"Yes!" the maid replied.
At this moment, Shen Lang and Zhang Chengyang, who were present, were completely shocked by this glass of wine.
The Dukang wine of history was lost during the Ming Dynasty, a lifelong regret for all wine lovers. Countless literati and scholars were left with lifelong regret for never having tasted it. Who would have thought that this Dukang wine still exists in the world?
"You actually have the method for brewing Dukang wine?" Zhang Chengyang said in shock.
The maid nodded: "Only distinguished guests designated by the owner can taste Dukang wine."
Then, one dish of sashimi after another was served on the table.
"Is this the legendary Baiyun Raw Fish Feast?" Zhang Chengyang asked in astonishment.
The maid nodded: "This was made by the master of the manor himself for Young Master Shen."
"Brother Lang is awesome." Zhang Chengyang gave Shen Lang a thumbs up.
"Is there any particular reason for this?" Shen Lang asked, puzzled.
The maid remained silent, while Zhang Chengyang excitedly said, "Brother Lang, the raw fish banquet at Baiyun Manor is truly priceless. A wealthy businessman from Shanxi once offered a hundred million US dollars to host a banquet at Baiyun Manor, but was refused. Legend has it that this raw fish banquet is only for the most distinguished. I'm truly fortunate to have you here today, Brother Lang."
After tasting it, Shen Lang had to admit that all the sashimi he had ever eaten before was garbage. After this meal, he figured it would be hard for any other sashimi to catch his eye again.
After taking a bite of the tuna, Qin Shiya couldn't help but ask, "Where does this tuna come from?"
“This is a bluefin tuna from the deep Pacific Ocean. I acquired this fish at an auction in Japan last month,” the maid explained.
"Is it that tuna that was auctioned off for a record-breaking $8.77 million by the mysterious wealthy man from Yanhuang?" Qin Shiya asked in shock.
The maid nodded: "Yes, this plate contains the naked parts of that fish."
Then the maid pointed to the raw fish feast on the table and introduced it: "This is salmon from the waters off Alaska in the United States."
"This is a Himi-kanbami from Fuji Bay."
"This is a red-scaled fish from Mount Tai."
"This is a koi carp from Japan."
"..."
Qin Shiya, the chef, was already numb to it all; the fish on the table were either worth a fortune or extremely rare.
This raw fish feast is exceptional in every aspect, from the selection of ingredients to the chef's knife skills and the secret dipping sauce of Baiyun Mountain Villa.
Compared to this, the food prepared by the renowned Japanese master chef at the Yas Hotel's catering service is utter garbage.
The sashimi on the table, enough for eight people, was quickly devoured by the four of them. Even Qin Shiya, a Michelin-starred chef who had studied in France, praised the meal highly, claiming that she had never eaten such delicious food, even in France.
Shen Lang chuckled and exclaimed, "How can foreigners understand the profoundness of our Yanhuang culture? They can only learn the superficial aspects."
Qin Shiya nodded in agreement; today's meal had truly broadened her horizons.
After the maid cleared the table, she brought out a tea set and said softly, "Young Master Shen, please wait a moment. The master will be here shortly."
Then Zhang Chengyang and the others said, "Young Master Zhang, the night view by the lake is quite nice."
Zhang Chengyang and Qin Shiya glanced at Shen Lang, who nodded and said, "Wait for me outside."
The group of three were all intelligent, and they left the room with the maid.
A moment later, a woman dressed in white ancient costume walked into the private room.
Shen Lang looked up and saw a woman he had never met before.
Watch as she gracefully moves with her slender waist, her fair wrists revealed beneath a light veil, her eyes sparkling with the clear, flowing light of spring water. Her hair is styled in a low bun, adorned with a jade dragon and phoenix hairpin. Her delicate features and fair face are more beautiful than any flower. Her fingers are like slender scallions, and her lips are like vermilion. Every frown and smile is captivating.
Looking at this classical beauty who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, Shen Lang was slightly stunned and couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly an unparalleled beauty!"
The woman walked gracefully to Shen Lang, sat down gently, and began to brew tea with freshly boiled water: "I apologize for my unannounced visit, young master Shen."
"No, no," Shen Lang smiled and said, "It is I who should thank the Master for his hospitality."
The woman smiled and said, "Young Master Shen, there's no need to be so polite. It's just a worldly thing."
Shen Lang frowned slightly upon hearing this. He was now 100% certain that he had never seen this woman before, yet she was able to give him his name. He couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Guosheng had told her about his ability to extend his life.
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