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Such a high-class clubhouse would naturally have its own dining hall, and judging by the specifications, it would at least be equivalent to a four star level.

Having just won a large sum, Duan Lingfei was in a good mood. He immediately called the driver Xiao Wang and his secretary Monica over to the dining hall, but they were stopped by Bai Youqing.

"I just want you to accompany me to dinner alone."

"This... That's not appropriate, right? " Duan Lingfei hesitated.

"If you can't even satisfy this little request, I think I better go find Liu Yanxia."

Duan Lingfei immediately begged for mercy: "No no no, it's just a meal, I'll accompany you alone."

Thus, after explaining the situation to the driver, Xiao Wang, and Monica, Duan Lingfei accompanied Bai Youqing alone to the dining hall.

Since it was not a meal time, there were not many people in the restaurant. The two of them chose a table near the window. From here, they could see the whole western suburbs.

A waiter came over and handed each of them a menu. Then, he asked, "Is there anything that can serve the two of you?"

Bai Youqing casually flipped open the menu, took a few glances, and then shook his head: "It's not a new dish, just looking at it makes you lose your appetite."

After saying that, she handed the menu in her hands back to the waiter, then said to Duan Lingfei: "Do you have any good choices that you can recommend?"

"Ugh …" "Yes, but I wonder what your taste is?"

"I don't have any special requirements for taste, but I know China's food culture has been around for a long time, so I want to feel some of China's traditional history and culture in this meal. Is that possible?"

When he said these words, Bai Youqing's eyes flashed with a cunning light, like a little fox who had done naughty things.

Duan Lingfei knew that this was Bai Youqing giving him another question, but how could such a small matter bother him?

"No problem, please wait a moment." Duan Lingfei also smiled as he closed the menu in his hands and passed it back to the waiter, then whispered a few words into the latter's ear.

The waiter nodded, turned around and left. About ten minutes later, the first dish was served.

Duan Lingfei waved his hand, signalling the waiter to not explain anything and acted as the commentator: "This first dish is called the 'Squirrel Manticore'. It's a famous, traditional dish that has been around for a long time.

Saying that, Duan Lingfei picked up the brine he had prepared and poured it over the fish, causing it to immediately let out a hissing sound.

"The cut fish shape is like a 'squirrel'. When watering, it will emit a 'squeak', thus giving the squirrel mandarin fish its name."

As Duan Lingfei spoke, he gestured a "please" gesture. As for Bai Youqing, she also picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth with a smile on her face.

"It's sweet and sour. It's very tasty."

"Of course. The ancient poets of our country have long described the delicacies of mandarin fish. The poet Zhang Zhi of the Tang Dynasty said so to a fisherman …"

Duan Lingfei cleared his throat and recited: "In front of Xissai Mountain, white herons flew, peach blossoms flowed with water and manure flowed with water and fish fertilizer. The green bamboo hat, the green raincoat, and the slanting wind and drizzling rain do not need to return. "

After he finished reciting, he explained it in simple vernacular.

Although Bai Youqing was a foreigner, her knowledge in Chinese was not weak. After Duan Lingfei explained the poem's meaning and concept a little, she immediately let out a sigh: "This poem is very beautiful. This kind of free life is really desirable, I think the poet who writes this poem must be very romantic."

"Of course, I think so too."

"..."

As the two of them spoke, the waiter brought out a second dish. It was a dish made from vegetables and there were hundreds of jade-green branches on the plate. They were arranged in an exquisite fan shape. Just looking at the color was pleasing to the eyes.

"What is this?" Bai Youqing asked curiously, she had never seen the ingredients on a plate before.

"In our country's Song dynasty, there was a great poet named Su Shi. He wrote a poem called 'Waizong Spring River Evening Scene'. The poem went like this."

Duan Lingfei took a deep breath and recited, "Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the Spring River Water Warm Duck prophet. Artemisia selengensis is short in bud, which is the time for the puffer fish to ascend to the top. "

"It sounds so beautiful. Does it mean that spring is coming?"

"That's right." Duan Lingfei nodded with a faint smile. In his heart, he felt some admiration towards Bai Youqing's standard of Chinese.

"But, what does this have to do with the dish?"

"The third verse of the poem is about the short sprouts of Artemisia selengensis, of which Artemisia selengensis is also known as Artemisia selengensis. It is a special species of plant in the southern part of the river that grows mostly by the water and is considered to be the local speciality." Duan Lingfei said as he made an inviting gesture: "Taste it, taste it, you really can't eat this" stir-fried Tusk Tusk Artemisia selengensis "anywhere else."

"Really?" Bai Youqing skeptically picked up a triton and placed it in his mouth. After chewing for a while, he nodded: "There's a unique fragrance, I really haven't tasted it before."

"If you like it, you can eat more. This dish has the effect of defusing the cold and killing the stomach. It's good for your body."

"..."

As they chatted, the waiter brought out the third dish.

This time, the dishes on the platter were clearly more exquisite than the first two. With all sorts of fruits and vegetables, they formed layers upon layers of mountains. In the middle of the mountains was a shallow, clear soup the size of a palm.

This time, before Duan Lingfei could say anything, Bai Youqing had already taken the initiative to ask: "Could it be that this dish also has a corresponding poem?"

"Of course." Duan Lingfei nodded and said, "The lake is like the autumn moon, and the lagoon surface is without wind mirror. Looking at the lush mountains and rivers in the distance, there is a blue conch in a silver plate. "

"This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi. Its name is" Gazing at the Cave Court ", and it describes the beautiful scenery of Dongting Lake. Do you think it is similar to the scenery in the plate?"

"Really." Bai Youqing clapped like a child. "Dong Ting Hu must be a very beautiful place, I can't even bear to eat this dish."

Although Bai Youqing was initially young, she gave others a cold and aloof feeling, as if she was extremely proud of herself. However, at this moment, she was finally smiling like a child.

"Duan Lingfei, I noticed that you have a lot of knowledge on ancient poetry, could it be that you're from the Chinese department?"

"Actually, that's not the case either. It's just that I've read some poems in the past, and these three poems are relatively less eccentric, so I just happen to remember them." Duan Lingfei said humbly.

He did not lie. The three poems from before were indeed not some obscure poems. However, without any preparation, it was not an easy matter to suddenly think of an idea.

If it was before his neural field was developed, Duan Lingfei knew that it was impossible for him to do so.

"Is that so?" Bai Youqing was in disbelief, she wanted to say something, but following the sound of footsteps, she suddenly froze. She wrinkled her nose, revealing a strange and disgusted look.

"What is it?" Why is it so smelly? "