In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Director Wang raised an eyebrow. "Xiao Yi, is that so?"

"Director Wang, what Teacher Tan said is absolutely correct. This is the rule of Song Mansion when it comes to serving pufferfish: only if the chef himself dares to eat it can it be served to the guests."

At this moment, Old Wu led the applause, followed by Tian Si, Dean Teng, and everyone else. Song Xiaoyi expressed his gratitude politely.

Three minutes had passed when Song Xiaoyi gestured, "Teachers, please eat the pufferfish while it's hot."

After everyone finished eating the pufferfish, the plates were cleared away one by one, and then the second special dish, "Songfu Shrimp Tofu", was served. This is a craft dish in Songfu cuisine. Simply put, it is half-cooked shrimp. It is suspected that the Japanese shrimp tofu was inspired by the preparation of the famous shrimp tofu and was modified for local use.

"Songfu Shrimp Tofu contains perilla juice, licorice juice, and raw pepper juice, so it is not recommended for teachers who are allergic to any of these ingredients, such as shrimp, licorice, perilla, or pepper."

"How exquisite! There's even such a way to eat it! Let me try it first, to test it out for everyone."

"Hahaha~, you old Wu..."

After serving the special dishes, Song Xiaoyi returned to the kitchen, cleaned the steamer, put in five-spice cake and rice cake, and took advantage of the steaming time to turn around and stir-fry the vegetables.

After the first stir-fried dish, "Songfu Yi Nian Zhen," was quickly stir-fried and plated, the heat in the steamer was turned off at the same time. This round of dishes included "Songfu Yi Nian Zhen" and two kinds of cakes.

In the following time, the remaining three stir-fried dishes, "Songfu Fried Chicken", "Songfu Garlic Braised Eel" and "Songfu Braised Eggplant", the pastry "Honey Crispy Cake", the dessert "Water-ground Meatballs", and the soup "Mushroom Lantern Soup" were served one after another.

Towards the end of the meal, many experts and museum directors who usually have small appetites could no longer eat and stopped chatting in twos and threes.

Guan Dingxi, the slightly younger curator of the Wuwei Museum, was bored when he picked up an empty rice bowl to admire it. Something felt off, so he habitually flipped it over to check the inscription on the bottom: "Made in the Chenghua period of the Great Ming Dynasty." It looked so real. He turned to look at the empty bowl next to him, gently lifted it, and looked up at it at an angle. It also read "Made in the Chenghua period of the Great Ming Dynasty." Then he looked at the plate in front of him, carefully lifted it, and examined it for a moment. It still read "Made in the Chenghua period of the Great Ming Dynasty!"

Guan Dingxi's fingertips trembled, nearly causing him to drop his weapon. "Wow! This... can't be right?"

"Xiao Guan, what did you say?"

"Please look at the rice bowl. Look at the invoice on the bottom."

The Shaanxi Museum's specially appointed expert, following instructions, picked up the blue-and-white porcelain bowl in front of him, turned it over, and was momentarily stunned upon seeing the mark on the bottom. He looked at Guan Dingxi with a shocked expression, and Guan Dingxi gestured with his lip, indicating that he should look at the plate in front of him.

Look again, the same bottom mark!

The expert thought again, "Impossible. Genuine blue and white porcelain from the Chenghua period is rare, and there are many imitations on the market. These are all so new. Judging from the scale, there are already thirty sets on these three tables. There must be more in stock. They should all be the same. It's absolutely impossible."

"Besides, even if official kiln blue and white porcelain circulated among the common people, it would be an isolated case, and it's impossible for it to be a complete set, let alone so many."

"That's what I think too. It's absolutely impossible. Do you really think we'd be eating blue and white porcelain from the Chenghua period?"

"But I feel very strange, very strange, I can't explain it."

"You've had too much calamus wine, haven't you?"

"Maybe so, this calamus wine does have a bit of an aftereffect."

The two argued in hushed tones for a while before changing the subject, but after a few minutes, Guan Dingxi still felt something was amiss. He looked around the table and saw that the specially invited expert from the Shanxi Museum was a porcelain researcher.

Guan Dingxi bowed and left his seat, quietly approaching Shui Yisheng, a specially appointed expert at the Shanxi Museum, and said, "Professor Shui, have you noticed these blue and white porcelain bowls and plates? Take a look."

After Guan Dingxi finished speaking, he returned to his seat. Shui Yisheng looked at Guan Dingxi, picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of him, and read, "Made in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty!"

The imitation of these characters is incredibly accurate!

Then, I carefully looked at the plate in front of me, and it had the same inscription: "Made in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty"!

Shui Yisheng frowned slightly, staring at Guan Dingxi in shock. He repeatedly rubbed the bottom of the bowl; the six characters "Made in the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty" were engraved with the same brushstrokes as the genuine article... How could this be?!

If these are genuine, there are far too many! Thirty sets? Are they meant to be our bowls and plates? And they're all so new, how were they preserved?

"Impossible!" Shui Yisheng shook his head slightly at Guan Dingxi.

Before they knew it, it was nine o'clock. Seeing that all the experts had stopped eating, Song Xiaoyi went up to Dean Teng's side, lowered his head and whispered, "Dean Teng, Xiaoyi has one more dish to finish."

"There's still a final dish?! Everyone's too full to eat anymore!" Dean Teng turned to Director Tian beside him and asked, "Director Tian, ​​Xiao Yi just said there's one more final dish..."

"I can't eat anymore, maybe we shouldn't order any more?"

"Okay, Xiao Yi..."

"Dean, this is the grand finale, not actually a dish. Please allow Xiao Yi to prepare it first."

After Song Xiaoyi finished speaking, he smiled mysteriously and beckoned to Zhu'er. The two of them quickly pushed over two food carts and sorted the leftover dishes and bowls on the three tables.

The sound of plates and bowls colliding startled Shui Yisheng and Guan Dingxi.

No...no...definitely not...

After quickly clearing the table, Song Xiaoyi pushed the food cart to the backyard, and Zhu'er quickly wiped the table.

After Zhu'er finished wiping, Song Xiaoyi turned around and wiped the three tables again with a clean, dry towel.

Seeing the two so busy, everyone became even more curious: what kind of "final dish" required wiping the table clean again and again?

Song Xiaoyi went to the backyard, took out a long, rectangular plate, placed "Ode to the Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties" on it, and carried it to the front hall, placing it in the center of the main table under everyone's gaze.

"Director Tian, ​​Dean Teng, Elder Wu, this is the Song family's grand finale dish, please enjoy."

The finale? A scroll is also a scroll, no problem.

The hall was completely silent.

Tian Si at the main table didn't move, and Dean Teng and Elder Wu looked at Song Xiaoyi without moving either. Several experts at the other two tables had already gotten up and left their seats, looking at the only "final dish".

After an eerie silence of about ten seconds, Old Wu spoke first, asking, "Xiao Yi, what's going on here?"

"Xiao Yi found this in the old house's storeroom. He searched online but couldn't find a clear answer. He wanted to take this opportunity to ask the teachers for their opinions."

"Of course, based on my intuition, I know this is no ordinary item, and I would never dare to spoil the fun for you teachers."

I'm not being a spoilsport, I'm going to blow everyone away.

After Song Xiaoyi finished speaking, he stepped forward and pulled the plate away so that it wouldn't get in the way later.

"Alright. The Nanjing Museum is the host this time, Director Teng, please come in."

"Me? Okay." Seeing everyone's expressions, Dean Teng looked at Tian Si beside him, then at Old Wu, got up, took the napkin Zhu'er handed him, dried his hands, took the gloves, put them on, and slowly unrolled the scroll.

The first six characters of the book are displayed.

"Ode to the Splendor of the Six Dynasties!"

"It's Tang Yin's 'Ode to the Splendor of the Six Dynasties'!!"

"How is that possible?!"

Mr. Wu and Mr. Tian jumped up from their chairs almost simultaneously.

Zhu'er stared wide-eyed at Song Xiaoyi in shock, while Song Xiaoyi gave Zhu'er a pursed-lip expression.