On the afternoon of August 13, Yao Jie, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue, had just returned home when he heard the servants at home tell him that the location of the Ma family house was no longer established on the Mid-Autumn Festival. He asked him if he wanted to find another place.

"Why is it gone?" Yao Zhen raised his arm and asked the maid to help him with loose clothes. He was not very angry about the position he had booked suddenly. He was a little displeased.

This kind of thing is nothing strange. There are many noble people in Chang'an City, and there are inevitably some domineering and unreasonable people. These merchants dare not take it against them. They had to turn around and choose someone who is easy to talk to offend. Yao Langzhong's official position is not high and his family background is not prominent enough. It is not surprising that he will encounter such a thing. But his impression of the Ma family house is much worse.

"It is said that Li Shi Luosanlang is going to hold a banquet at the Ma family's guest house. The Ma family brought two bamboo sticks and apologized to the husband." The servant said, holding two bamboo sticks in his hands and walking closer.

Yao Langzhong changed into a comfortable and spacious family robe, sat on the wooden couch, and took the two bamboo sticks from the servant to come and see.

A small bamboo stick was a little longer than his fingers. It was carved with relatively exquisite patterns, varnished, and four words were engraved in the middle - Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet.

This was an unexpected surprise. The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was probably small and meticulous. This time, the Luo Coffin Board would probably have to get some good things out again.

It turned out that this time he was not stepped on by someone, but was lucky enough to catch up with good things.

"Where is the madam?" These two bamboo sticks were two tickets. The first thing that Yao Langzhong thought of was his wife.

"Madam is at the old lady." The servant replied.

"How can I have fun in the past two days?" When talking about her mother, Yao Langzhong's mood became a little heavier.

Since the beginning of spring this year, his mother's health has been getting worse day by day. She has eaten very little after summer. Now that she is getting cooler today, she has never seen any improvement.

"The old lady only used one bowl of rice porridge today, and she was still not in good spirits." The servant whispered.

"Let me take a look." Doctor Yao sighed and got up to look for his mother.

When I arrived at my mother, I saw his wife talking to the old man in the house with her youngest daughter.

Yao Langzhong asked An and sat down in the room. After saying a few gossips, he said that Li Shi Luosanlang was going to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the Ma family's guest house. He had two bamboo sticks in his hand and asked his grandmother if he would go.

"Don't go, don't go." The old man waved his hand and said, "Take your wife there, the things they have are sweet and I don't like to eat."

"This Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is different from the items sold in their shops. It is said that Li Shi Luo Sanlang is the best at regulating fresh items. My grandmother, go and relax and see what is fresh." Yao Dalang advised.

When it comes to seeing the new things, the old lady is somewhat interested. Besides, this is just a dinner party, so she doesn't have to go out to bask in the sun on a hot day. In addition, her wife and granddaughter are persuading each other again, and the old lady finally agreed.

...

On the evening of August 15th, Doctor Yao took his mother out.

When the old lady was about to go out, she joked with the younger generations at home, saying, "Eat slowly, wait for me to go over there, and if there is no food, I will come back and eat with you."

As a result, when she went there, the door to a new world was opened, and she was swimming in the 5,000-year-old food culture in China, so she was reluctant to go home early.

"Dalang, please get another bowl of steamed eggs with me."

"Here."

"That person named Shijiu Tofu also took a piece with me."

"Here."

"Dalang, what do they eat?"

"I heard it's called Furong Chicken Pie."

"Let's get some and try it."

"Um."

"You go and pick up a few more pieces of boiled fish fillets with me."

"That's too spicy, mom, please eat less."

"It's just a little spicy and appetizing."

"……All right."

"Dalang, the sweet and sour pork ribs I just brought up smells so good. Go and get them."

“…”

Luo Yong did prepare carefully for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet this night and brought out a lot of practical information. Almost every dish was a new dish that had never appeared before.

These dishes are not only spicy, some are slightly spicy, just a small amount of chili peppers for a little seasoning, while some are simply not spicy.

Although the reason why he held such a buffet dinner this time was mainly to promote pepper seeds, he might not have to make every dish so spicy, and it would probably be counterproductive.

Luo Yong's idea was to create a dinner with fresh and excellent taste, so that those who have eaten it will never forget every dish at this dinner.

It is very difficult to do this, but judging from the reactions of these people on the scene, the effect is still very good.

To be honest, even Luo Yong thought these dishes were delicious today.

In the 21st century, although cooking technology was developed and business was developed, it was not that easy to eat real food, because it was rare to have real good ingredients.

Today's banquet truly combines high-quality ingredients from the seventh century with advanced cooking technology in the 21st century.

"Sister, please rest. I originally wanted to ask you to have something ready-made this Mid-Autumn Festival, but it turned out to be a busy job."

After finally waiting for the last hot dish to be served, Luo Yong and the others were able to stop and take a breath.

"Be kind to me," Aunt Luo said with a smile.

She has been studying cooking skills a lot in the past two years, and now she is pretty good now. She has come to help Luo Yong a lot in the past two days. From the early preparations to the official banquet tonight, she has participated in the whole process.

"But everything is fine?" Qiao Junlin also tied a headscarf on his head tonight, rolled up his sleeves and helped in the kitchen.

"It's all done. When I send the canned lychees on it, we'll have a meal too." The dishes were well prepared tonight, and I guess the people above were almost all eaten.

When Luo went upstairs with them carrying a can of lychees soaked in cool well water, he saw that the people in the hall were all eating skewed. They were not drunk, but because they were too full and could not maintain their posture of sitting upright.

"It's Luo Sanlang who is here."

"Thank you for your hard work in Sanlang!"

"Sanlang is really worried today!"

“…”

"You are quite satisfied with eating?" Luo Yong smiled and bowed to everyone.

"Satisfied and satisfied!" What else do these people dissatisfied with? It is a miracle to have such a banquet in the seventh century AD.

"Now all the hot dishes are served, so please enjoy them slowly. In addition, a friend of mine gave me some time ago, and I will take them out and share them with you today."

Luo Yong said, asking the two disciples behind him to lift the jar of canned lychees forward.

“What is this?”

"Is it the grape wine?"

"I guess it must be canned."

"Such a can?"

"I think his jar is not a common fire method in Chang'an."

"That must be something foreign."

“…”

Amid the speculation and discussion of these people, Luo Yong knocked on the mud seal on the can in front of everyone, and gently pried the can lid with the tip of the knife, and heard a "sniff" sound.

All of the people here have eaten canned food. When they heard the sound, many people understood that the jar should be filled with canned fruits. Before they could think about it, Luo Yong opened the canned lid. Instantly, a sweet fragrance that belongs to lychees spreads in the hall on the second floor.

"What kind of canned food is this?" Someone was anxious and walked up and took a closer look. The others also stretched their necks to see what happened.

Luo Yong smiled, took a long-handled wooden spoon from one of his disciples, and then scooped two jade-like lychee meat from the jar in front of everyone, and half a spoonful of clear lychee soup from the jar.

"This is a lychee!" someone exclaimed immediately.

"What? What is lychee?" Some people have never heard of lychee.

"Mr. I am very knowledgeable!" Luo Yong took a porcelain bowl, put the spoonful of canned lychees in the porcelain bowl, and handed them to a disciple beside him: "I'll ask this young man to taste this first bowl of canned lychees."

"Sanlang praised it! I just heard that the taste of this lychee is the first time I tasted it today. I would like to thank Sakura for the hospitality!"

"Is this really a lychee?"

"Luo Sanlang said that it was a lychee, so it should be right."

"It smells unusual."

"Sanlang is quicker, and we will share a bowl with us."

“…”

"What's the lychee?" The only old lady who came to attend the dinner tonight also asked her son at this time.

"Lychees are from Lingnan, and they were mentioned in Awen's travel notes in his early years." In fact, Yao Zhen's Awen himself had never eaten lychees. He heard people there talking about it when he was traveling in the Jiangnan region.

"It's such a rare thing?" Lingnan, how far is that? Yao Zhen's Aweng had been a high-ranking official in the past and had been to many places. He was a knowledgeable person, but he had never eaten it.

"It's extremely rare." Someone next to him said.

"Oh, old lady, I'm a blessing today." The old lady smiled. There are so many ways to eat the dishes in this world. There are so many rare fruits in the south of the Nanling Mountains. If it weren't for this banquet tonight, how could she know?

There were about 30 kilograms of canned lychees, and more than 100 people were present today, and each of them could not get much, especially when the Luo family and the Luo family disciples also got a bowl.

The canned lychee that I opened a few days ago was filled with a delicate porcelain can by Luo Yong and gave it to the emperor. There were so many people left in their family, and the disciples gave it to each of them, but each of them didn't get a few bites. Today, they canned food, so they naturally had to be missing.

A small white porcelain bowl is just a little bigger than a wine glass. Each person has two lychee meat, and a little lychee soup. He approached and sniffed it gently. It was the lychee fragrance that they had never smelled in their lives. Scoop it up and eat it with a white porcelain spoon. How delicious and sweet!

After the cans were distributed, Luo Yong went to have dinner with his family, leaving the people in this hall sighing.

The canned food was finished and my stomach was full, but these people were not in a hurry to leave. They called the clerk of the Ma family house and called a few good wines to come up. Everyone drank, wrote poems, and chatted casually. They were so leisurely and uncomfortable.

"My mother, are you sleepy?" Yao Zhen looked at the sky. It was past his mother's usual bedtime, so he asked her.

"Not hindrance." The old lady waved her hand and said, "When I digest my food, I can eat it for another round later. Look at how many dishes there are still there."

Everyone in the hall:...
Chapter completed!