Talk about the world of mortals in detail

A few days later, a high-rise ship docked at Mingzhou Port. The gangplank was quickly installed on and off the ship, and a carriage docked at the dock early.

The ship didn't look very fancy on the outside, but it was obviously not a cargo ship either, because no dock workers came over during the whole journey. After everything was ready, it took a while for some people to get off the ship.

Tan Yuanshang did not want anyone to support him. He got off the springboard step by step, stepped onto the Mingzhou Port pier, and took a deep breath.

Mingzhou Spring Tea is the most famous, so the port at this moment is far from the busiest, but it is still lively. There are workers working hard everywhere, and there are large ships loading and unloading everywhere, and there are indispensable dock markets and traffic. Flow of people.

Tan Yuanshang seemed to be feeling this familiar atmosphere. He had spent a long time in this busy environment.

No one around disturbed Tan Yuanshang, who was waiting quietly.

After a long time, Tan Yuanshang opened his eyes.

"Let's go to Mo Mansion and visit Mr. Mo."

"yes!"

Tan Yuanshang was accompanied by not many people, just a carriage. He and his personal servant were sitting in the carriage, and the two people driving the carriage were outside.

To be honest, the size of Mingzhou City has obviously been expanded, but Tan Yuanshang's carriage was walking in the city, and he looked out through the curtains. Mingzhou gave him the same peaceful feeling as it had for decades. The state’s heritage lies.

The so-called thousand-year-old city is by no means empty talk. Even Chengtian Mansion pales in comparison with Mingzhou in this regard.

On a street near Mo Mansion, there is a building that seems to be particularly lively. People watching the excitement gathered around the building. There are also many people queuing in front of the building. It is also busy inside, and there is even more smoke and heat. Outflow.

When Tan Yuanshang's carriage passed by, he opened the side curtain and looked at the building, but he didn't quite understand what the building was for.

"Stop for a moment and ask what this building is for."

"Okay sir!"

The carriage stopped temporarily, and the gray-haired old servant also approached the onlookers, and Tan Yuanshang also stepped out of the carriage with the help of the guards.

The building had several floors, and it looked like a restaurant, but now it was unusual. There seemed to be no activity on the upper floors, and it didn't look like they were entertaining guests, but the first floor was in full swing.

There is a plaque with a red ribbon hanging on this building, which reads "Menghai Tower".

There are many pots and stoves and many people on the first floor. There are many people queuing up outside. There are also many donkeys, carts, oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages parked. There are also various pots, buckets, frames and other items. The street corner occupies a large space.

Half of the street was wet, and occasionally fish jumped out of the basin, causing some people to catch them in a hurry.

"Zi la la la."

That was the sound of the cook in the building adding oil to the cooking. When he was weighing the pot, there was a burst of oil fire, which attracted a burst of applause from the people watching. The excitement was better than that of some buskers.

The old servant of the Tan family looked at them for a while, and then approached a few older-looking people to get close.

"Hey guys, I've never seen Menghai Tower before. What are the people doing inside and outside this building? It doesn't look like a restaurant."

The man on the side, who was about fifty years old, looked to the side after hearing this, and confirmed that the other person was talking to him and others. He looked at the person up and down before saying.

"It sounds like your accent is from other places, and you just came to Mingzhou, right?"

"Uh, yes, yes. I just arrived today, but I used to come here often. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

There were other companions beside the man who laughed.

"Hey, he seems to be a well-educated person. He can't say that he can give you advice. This is also a new thing in Mingzhou. We are also talking about it during this period."

"That's right, people from outside the area definitely don't know about it, but this is the first time for us."

"What on earth is that?"

When the old servant asked, Tan Yuanshang had already moved closer to the others, and the people over there were also talking.

"Well, did you see that building? It turns out that it is indeed a restaurant. But now, instead of doing normal business, we are hiring famous chefs and collecting rare treasures from the water."

"Oh, are you studying the dishes?"

The old servant of the Tan family nodded and understood, but this battle was rare.

"Yes, it's about studying the dishes, but it's not just that simple. You who come from out of town don't understand. This is also the dream of the old man from the Mo family!"

Tan Yuanshang had also arrived nearby and stepped forward to interject a question in person.

"What do you mean by this?"

The people who had just been talking to the old servant all looked behind them, only to see an old man with white beard and hair and a ruddy complexion. He looked extraordinary and did not look like an ordinary person.

Several people spoke less casually, and one of them thought carefully before speaking.

"This old gentleman doesn't know something. It is said in the Mo Mansion that Mr. Mo had a dream, dreaming that he went to the Dragon Palace in the Sea to have a banquet. From then on, he never forgot the dishes there and thought about recreating some dishes. This is how he came up with this idea. Menghai Tower!”

Others also chimed in and added.

"There are so many people outside Menghai Tower, and many of them are here to deliver food. Some people specially raise fish from the seaside cabin and keep it alive in Mingzhou. Some catch rare river fresh food. There are also many cooks. Cooking at your door! ”

There were some people nearby who might not have known what was going on before. When they heard this, they couldn't help but talk to each other.

"Things in dreams can also be counted. Isn't this nonsense?" "The Mo Mansion is rich, and you are in charge of them!"

There was someone in front who just watched the fun without looking back, but now he turned around and spoke back to the person who just spoke.

"Brother, Menghailou is really not just messing around. Some things are really quite mysterious. For example, a dish that was developed some time ago is made from a kind of strange fish. This fish is rare among us, but in some But the local people know very well that they cannot eat it, and those who eat it will die. It is poisonous."

"Then what?"

"Hey, Mr. Mo had seen a similar fish in his dream, but he couldn't name it. Someone just sent it, but there was no cook who could do anything with it."

Others laughed.

"That's right, whoever eats it will die."

"No, no, it's just that I don't know how to cook it. Mr. Mo clearly pointed out several venom glands and venom membranes in this fish's body, and the fish should not be frightened, otherwise the meat will also be poisonous."

The man was telling a strange story about something he had learned some time ago.

"Not many people believed this kind of thing when Mr. Mo told him, but the Mo family was willing to spend money, so some cooks had to find ways to satisfy Mr. Mo's wishes, so they all showed their magic. In the end, an old chef got drunk Keep the fish alive to protect it from shock, and then cut the fish open with a sharp knife to separate the internal organs and remove the menstrual membrane.”

Even Tan Yuanshang was listening attentively at this moment, while the man was still talking.

"After everything was taken care of, Mr. Mo said it was ready to be eaten raw, but the cook was worried, so he simply made a bowl of fish soup, but the aroma was already overflowing before it came out of the pot. No one dared to eat it, but Mr. Mo was the first one. Taste it, and after tasting it, you will comment that the soup is delicious, especially three points better than Dragon Palace!"

Tan Yuanshang and others listened to the man talking about these things, as if they were listening to a book.

"Is there such a thing?" "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of it either."

"What do you know? When I was processing the fish later, I had already gone to Mo Mansion. Of course you didn't know!"

After a while, Tan Yuanchang returned to the carriage. The matter of Menghai Tower sounded a bit ridiculous, but for Tan Yuanchang who had experienced last night, he certainly had his own preference in his heart.

It's just that Tan Yuanshang was no longer thinking about Mo Yiming's dream, but about the situation here in Mingzhou. If the emperor had intentions, it wouldn't be difficult to find out.

In this case, perhaps as General Kaiyang Water God Crab said, it is difficult for Lu Haixian to stay out of the matter.

The delay was not long, and the carriage quickly arrived at the door of Mo Mansion. At this moment, the door of Mo Mansion happened to be open, and the concierge had already spotted the carriage and horses. However, there were only two of the three servants left on the carriage. One of them has gone somewhere.

It was the old servant who came to the door first and talked to the person looking up.

"Please tell Mr. Mo that my husband is here to visit and wants to catch up with him!"

The concierge frowned slightly, reminiscing about old times?

"I don't know who your master is, so I can explain it to you when I report!"

The old servant responded with a smile.

"My father's surname is Tan!"

Your surname is Tan? !

The porter of Mo Mansion's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at the ordinary carriage over there, and then hurriedly said to the old servant.

"Guys, please wait a moment, I'll report it right away!"

Since the influence of the Tan family gradually waned in the late Hongxing years, the name of the Tan family has gradually become commonplace over the years. Some new business names may not even have heard of the Tan family.

But the Mohist family has a profound background, so of course it is impossible for them to be so ignorant. Even if they are just a concierge, it is impossible for them not to know about the Tan family.

In the backyard of the Mo Mansion, Mo Yiming was playing chess with the old housekeeper at home. Suddenly, he saw his son Mo Congxian and the concierge coming hurriedly, which cheered up the old man.

"Has anyone found the raw materials again?"

Mo Congxian was amused by his father, but he immediately became serious.

"Dad, that's not what happened. Someone from the Tan family came to visit you, saying they wanted to catch up with you. My son suspects that it might be..."

Mo Yiming was also stunned for a moment.

"Tan family? Is Mr. Tan still alive?"

"I think so too, but if Mr. Tan is still alive, wouldn't he be older than you, dad?"

Mo Yiming swayed and held on to the armrests of the chair to get up. Mo Congxian and the old housekeeper opposite hurried over to help him.

"Let's go. Regardless of whether it's Mr. Tan or not, everyone from the Tan family should be treated with courtesy. I'll go and greet him personally!"

By the time Mo Yiming came down to the front door with someone's help, Tan Yuanshang had already gotten off the carriage.

There were two old men over a hundred years old, one standing under the door at the top, the other beside the carriage below, one supporting him from the left and the other, and the other standing beside the carriage with two servants.

Both have white beards and hair, but they all recognized each other immediately, and they all had a slight sense of trance that spanned time and space.

It seems that in front of Mingzhou Port, there was one person on the boat and one person on the dock.

Mo Yiming's eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward. He broke away from the support of others and bowed forward with trembling hands.

"Mr. Tan, it's really you. We haven't seen each other for forty years, right?"

Tan Yuanshang bowed his hands in return. Even though he and Mo Yiming were not close friends back then, at this moment, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

"The last time we met was in the spring forty-three years ago. Tan was very happy to see Brother Mo still well!"

Mo Yiming had a smile on his face.

"Please, Mr. Tan, please come in quickly. There is something good for you to taste together!"

When Tan Yuanchang and Mo Yiming were talking, the other juniors did not dare to interrupt casually. The group welcomed Tan Yuanchang into the Mo Mansion, and they were even more prepared to do their best to entertain the distinguished guests.