The guests looked at each other.
Although Jing Dynasty items are precious, many have appeared in auctions over the years.
Why should a incomplete manuscript be the finale?
The host seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction, smiled slightly, and continued to introduce, "The owner of this handbook is Jing Dynasty, the manager of the imperial kitchen - He Shuangxi. Jing Dynasty was a prosperous period of culture and economy in history, and food culture also reached unprecedented heights. And He Shuangxi was the most famous gourmet of that era.
He once created an original palace banquet with a total of 108 dishes, named River Clear and Sea Calm Banquet. From then on, he established the standards of palace banquet food, which was used until the fall of the feudal dynasty. Each of these 108 dishes was the pinnacle of food culture. He Shuangxi himself was also honored as the God of Cooking by later generations..."
Someone started whispering to each other.
"I've heard of him, the ancestor of He Family Catering."
"So there really is this person? I thought it was He Family who was trying to put money on his face..."
The host waited for a lull in the discussion and continued, "Unfortunately, with the change of dynasties, the recipes of these 108 dishes have long been lost. Over the past hundreds of years, countless cooks have tried to restore them, but they have never been able to see their true appearance. Until today, this original manuscript has reappeared..."
A close-up of the inside pages of the manuscript began to appear on the big screen.
On the yellowed pages, the densely packed small regular script is written neatly and neatly, recording the long-lost recipes.
The materials, heat, and procedures are all prepared in detail.
There are also comments in the margins of some pages, the handwriting is different from the text, and it seems that they were added later.
The host's tone became solemn. "The preciousness of this manuscript lies not only in the fact that it is a thousand-year-old cultural relic, but also in the cultural value it carries. It is a living fossil of dietary civilization, a cooking code that has been lost for hundreds of years, and the only legacy left by the chef He Shuangxi to future generations."
The venue was completely quiet.
Everyone stared at the words on the big screen, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.
The host paused and slowly announced the starting price, "Based on the above values and evaluation by the expert team, the starting price of this lot is 100 million yuan. Each increase in price shall not be less than 10 million yuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yutang stood up suddenly and stared at the notebook.
Jiang Guoqiang thought she was interested, so he introduced, "When I was an apprentice with the master, the master said that the ancestor of our school is He Shuangxi. The biggest characteristic of this chef god is that there is nothing he can't do Dishes: cooking and frying, porridge and noodles, things flying in the sky, running in the river, growing in the ground, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, all the specialties in the Jing Dynasty territory at that time were brought together. Unfortunately, many dishes have been passed down for more than a thousand years and have been lost."
At this moment, someone in the hall suddenly shouted the price, "Two hundred million."
Everyone took a breath and lamented that the buyer was crazy--
It's simply not worth it.
Gu Zheng spit out a mouthful of tea. "People are really rich nowadays."
Jiang Muyan is still sitting leisurely on the sofa. "It's He Family."
Gu Zheng was confused. "What He Family?"
Jiang Muyan said in a calm tone, "He Family Catering. There is a clear record in the history books that after He Shuangxi left the palace in his later years, he opened a restaurant. At that time, Muzong of Jing wrote a plaque inscribed with an imperial pen, naming The four characters River Clear and Sea Calm Banquet were given to him. He later accepted three apprentices with his own surname, and He Family Catering is a descendant of one of them. It has many catering brands, the most famous of which is River Clear and Sea Calm Banquet Restaurant. It is one of the most high-end Chinese restaurants on the market and has served many state banquets."
Gu Zheng suddenly realized. "It turns out that something belonging to our ancestors has appeared in the world, no wonder we spent so much money on it."
While the two were talking, a clear female voice suddenly came from the box not far away. "Three hundred million."
Gu Zheng trembled in fright. "Who is this? Is there something wrong with the brain? They are photographing the recipes of their ancestors. Why is she joining in the fun?"
Jiang Muyan was silent for a second. "... It seems to be Song Yutang."
Jiang Guoqiang and Li Xiulan were also confused.
The air was quiet for a while, and then Jiang Guoqiang cautiously said, "Daughter, our family doesn't have that much money."
Song Yutang didn't speak. He still stared at the notebook in the center of the hall for a while, then slowly turned his head and looked over. "Dad, why do you cook every day now?"
Jiang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Of course it's for food. We all have to eat. Besides, this is indeed my hobby. When I was thirteen years old, I went to a restaurant to learn cooking and have been cooking all my life. If I don't cook a meal, I feel uncomfortable all over my body."
Song Yutang's eyes gradually became sharp. "Are you really a descendant of the He family?"
Jiang Guoqiang was even more embarrassed. "This... I don't know either. It was all made up by the chef when I was learning to cook."
Song Yutang said solemnly, "But I think what I said is true."
He Shuangxi's greatest characteristic of cooking is that he can cook any dish.
The second is...
Every dish he cooks is Song Yutang's favorite.
This is also the characteristic of Jiang Guoqiang's cooking skills.
If he is said to be a descendant of the He family, that would be correct.
Jiang Guoqiang smiled honestly, "Since you think it is, then it should be."
Song Yutang continued to ask, "Dad, will you cook whatever I want to eat from now on?"
Jiang Guoqiang was a little puzzled, but still replied categorically, "Of course. If you marry into my family, you will be my daughter. We can't give you gold, silver and jewelry. Can't you be satisfied with just one bite? What do you want to eat? Dad will cook it for you later."
Li Xiulan interjected from the side. "I really can't grow those Aolong Snowflake fat cows. But I can raise a few fat chickens and ducks for you in the back mountain, and plant a few acres of organic vegetables. When I finish planting, I'll let your dad do it for you. Isn't it just three meals a day for us ordinary people?"
"Three hundred and ten million... Three hundred and ten million for the first time. Is there any increase in the price?" The auctioneer's voice came from the hall again.
Yutang turned his head slightly and glanced at the closed box door opposite.
The corners of her lips raised slightly, and her slender white hand was raised. "Four hundred million."
The hall exploded instantly.
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
"Hey... who is she?"
"One click plus 90 million? Is this an auction or a waste of money?"
In the opposite bakery, Gu Zheng jumped up from the chair. "Holy shit, is your wife crazy?"
Jiang Muyan was still leaning on the sofa, tapping the armrest with his knuckles. "It seems that the notebook is very important to her."
Gu Zheng shook his shoulders crazily. "Brother, wake up. No matter how important it is, it's still 400 million. Brother, 400 million is enough to buy a building."
Jiang Muyan glanced at him lightly and said in a calm tone, "Cultural heritage is priceless. Besides, I can't afford this little money?"
Gu Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, sat back on the sofa, and pinched his own philtrum with both hands.
Damn it.
I haven't even seen the front of Song Yutang yet. Spend 300 million first, then 400 million.
With this kind of top-notch love brain, even when the zombies come, you will be cursed with bad luck.
"For the first time in 400 million..."
The auctioneer's voice changed the tone, and the hand holding the gavel trembled slightly.
At this moment, I moved my hands on the skinny guy in the bakery.
The rosewood bracelet was slapped on the table, and the beads bounced a few times before rolling to the floor.
A hoarse and low voice passed through the loudspeaker and spread throughout the audience. "Five billion."