New Shun 1730

Liu Yu did not immediately make a metaphor, but looked at the dishes in front of him.

Russian food is actually not very edible. Elizabeth has received French education since she was a child and prefers French food.

This Russian upper-class dinner, which is not Russian food, is quite rich. The beets and potatoes that are indispensable to Russians in the later market impression are not on the table.

At this time in Russia, potatoes are still called "devil's apples".

The history of Russia's promotion of potatoes began after Hannibal followed Elizabeth's transfer.

Hannibal was commissioned by the empress to plant potatoes in his own manor and promote them among his serfs. It was not until the Ye Er era that it began to spread, but it really became a staple food until the Russian famine in the 1840s.

Sometimes history is like this. In just a hundred years, potatoes have become a certain impression of the European country that ate potatoes the latest.

This is of course due to publicity.

Thinking that Elizabeth has read some books by Voltaire, the symbolic impression of Dashun at this time should still be the profound history and brilliant culture.

With such an impression as a foundation, Liu Yu's condition of using this meal to say something became more mature.

The dishes in front of him were all very good, but Liu Yu did not choose those more delicious dishes, but chose a pickled cucumber.

"I represent Dashun. This pickled cucumber represents the legacy of the Mongolian Empire. Please, Your Majesty, appoint someone to represent your sovereignty."

Elizabeth smiled and asked her best friend Mira to represent her and sit opposite Liu Yu.

Because Mira did not have any official position, and was a woman like herself. Although she knew that this was a role-playing game, once she became the queen, the role-playing person assigned by this game might also make the men present think more, and they all wanted to get the queen's favor, and they would think that the role-playing in this game represented the queen's inner attitude.

In this case, this best friend became the best candidate.

Mira sat opposite Liu Yu, and Liu Yu also placed the plate of pickled cucumbers in the middle of the table, and stood up and cut the pickled cucumber in half with a dinner knife.

Cut the pickles in half, half of which is close to Mira and half of which is close to himself.

This is the legacy of the Mongol Empire, not the legacy of the Yuan Empire. Liu Yu said it very clearly.

"Your Majesty, pickles taste good, but they are not attractive enough in front of caviar, grilled salmon, or even fried dumplings."

"It can be used as a dish after eating greasy food, but if we have to choose between caviar and pickles, we will still choose to eat caviar first. Don't you agree?"

"In order to eat this pickle, I may have to risk being cut by your knife. I am not afraid of cutting my hand, but the question is, is it worth it for a pickle? I can cut my fingers for caviar, but I don't think pickles are tempting enough."

Hannibal looked at the plate of pickles and used a very special Chinese to describe it.

"Chicken ribs."

Then he whispered to the queen about the story of chicken ribs.

After listening to the story of chicken ribs, the queen called the personal maid next to her and whispered a few words in the maid's ear.

Soon, the waiter brought three more dishes and placed them next to Mira.

One dish on the right was a plate of herring, a Scandinavian specialty.

One dish placed next to Mira was caviar, a specialty of the Black Sea.

One dish placed on the left was a sausage that was considered edible among the few delicacies in Central Europe.

Compared to this, the pickles pale in comparison.

After eating herring, caviar, and sausage, it was a bit greasy, maybe you could eat a bite of pickles. But if you can only choose one of the two, normal people will choose caviar, sausage or herring.

However, after placing the dishes, the maid used a knife to cut two thin slices of the pickles on the side close to Mira.

Very thin, not very big, but after cutting these two slices, they were still placed on the side of the plate close to Liu Yu.

After the dishes were served, Elizabeth smiled and said, "Yes, I do prefer caviar to pickles. But as you said, the world will not be bigger, and there is only one pickle in the world."

"However, you cut such a thin slice today and such a thin slice tomorrow. How do I know that you will not cut another slice next time?"

After that, she asked Mira's future husband, Peter Shuvalov, to stand beside Mira and stare at the plate of caviar.

Hannibal, who studied in France, sat on Mira's left, near the sausage.

The widow's best friend who was born in a Swedish prison sat next to the Scandinavian herring.

"When you cut pickles for the first time..."

Hannibal did not need the Queen's reminder. He picked up the knife himself, said "stupid pig" to Liu Yu in French, and then stretched the knife in his hand to the sausage next to Mira.

Mira also raised the knife and forked it on the sausage.

"So, you skillfully cut the first slice of pickle."

The maid put the already divided pickles on two plates, and Liu Yu's plate had an extra thin slice.

"When you cut the pickles for the second time..."

Mira's future husband Peter Shuvalov stretched out his hand to protect the plate of caviar. When Mira tried to grab the caviar, her best friend who was born in a Swedish prison smiled at Liu Yu and said, "I like herring. But I don't have a knife. Marquis, can you give me a knife?"

Liu Yu handed over the knife, and Mira, who was fighting for the caviar, had to let go and picked up the knife to aim at the herring.

"At this time, you skillfully cut off the second pickle."

"Beside me, there are delicious herrings, caviar and sausages, but every time I want to eat these, you always take a pickle without losing the opportunity."

"I have to stare at your movements. Only when I see that you are also preparing to eat butter dumplings, sauerkraut, and muffins, I dare to eat a bite of caviar, herring or sausage."

"And..."

The maid took a salt shaker and placed it on Liu Yu's side. She grabbed a handful of salt from the salt shaker and sprinkled it on Mira's pickles.

"And even if you can't eat it, you can sprinkle salt on my pickles. The salt shaker is in your hand, and I can't even sprinkle salt on you in the same way."

"Salt is white, and the salt shaker is like a towering mountain, white snow, towering mountain, in your hand."

"I thank you for your gentlemanly behavior, pulling out a chair for me, and not asking for another piece of pickle for pulling out a chair for me, but how do I know if you will cut another piece of pickle later while I am eating caviar or sausage?"

" Moreover, when you pulled the chair for me, you kept whispering in my ear: Ah, caviar, sausage and herring, how delicious, please try it. "

"But after I sat down, I saw the two slices of pickles, and I always thought of your action of cutting pickles while I was eating caviar and sausage. In fact, in order to make it easier for you to cut pickles, you even handed a knife to my best friend who loved herring. "

Looking at the situation in front of him, Liu Yu smiled and called the maid who was like a bee flying through the flowers, and whispered a few words in her ear.

After listening, the maid put the two plates of pickles together again and placed them in the middle of the table.

Liu Yu grabbed the salt shaker and pepper powder, and sprinkled a lot of salt and pepper on the pickles that were put together. This pickle was completely inedible.

"Your Majesty, do you like to eat pickles like this?"

Elizabeth shook her head.

Liu Yu said: "I don't like to eat it either. But some people do. And after eating it, they become so strong that they almost drove me out of the banquet hall and sat on the chair I'm sitting on now."

"This experience tells us that some people, after eating pickles, become so strong that they may even drive me out of my seat and take over my seat. Although this person who becomes strong after eating pickles is dead, I remember what he looked like."

"Fierce, barbaric, and rude, with a braid on the back of his head like the Zaporizhia Cossacks. They are not nomadic, but farming, fishing and hunting. At the beginning, they were also village self-governing, with hetman leaders, and even military districts and universal military service."

"So, historical experience tells me that if such a person eats pickles, it is very likely They might take my seat away."

"I don't like pickles, especially when there are more delicious foods next to them. However, history tells me that if I don't like pickles, I won't allow others to eat them, especially those with Tatar braids. When those with Tatar braids eat the pickles we don't like, they will take my seat, and I won't even be qualified to eat at the table."

"I don't like it, but I have to eat it."

"Even though it's already covered with salt and pepper, it's hard to eat..."

After saying that, he stretched out his fork, forked a small piece of pickle covered with salt and pepper into his mouth, grabbed the wine next to him and took a mouthful, his Adam's apple moved up and down hard, and finally swallowed it.

"I don't like to eat it, but I must not let others eat it. I would rather eat it myself, even if it is bitter and I shed tears, and even for this small piece of pickle, I have to pay expensive champagne to swallow it, but I still have to eat it."

"I am different from you. If you want to eat caviar, someone will fight with you; if you want to eat sausage, someone will fight with you; if you want to eat herring, someone will fight with you."

"And I... East of the Indian Ocean, only the emperor is supreme, only we have the right to eat at the table, there are only dishes but no one to fight for them. The only thing I have to worry about is the ghost who will become extremely powerful after eating pickles."

"This ghost is barbaric, wears a rat tail braid, is a soldier and a farmer, fishes, hunts, and farms, and can be not The Cossacks who appeared in our north were like this. We have to remember that ghost. "

"We have different starting points."

"You think pickles taste good, at least delicious."

"But I really don't want to eat pickles at all, but I don't want others to eat them all, so I have to frown and eat them with expensive wine."

"So, we can agree on pickles. I won't let you eat all the pickles. I got the snow-white salt shaker, and the remaining pickles are left for you to eat."

"As for the right to sprinkle salt on your pickles with the snow-white salt shaker..."