Chapter 400 Bordeaux Wine, Oriental Cuisine, Napoleon--
Just as Liang Pengfei took over the Shimazu family and began to use all kinds of tricks to deal with the Japanese country and plot against Kyushu. On the other side of the distant earth, in Paris, the powerful French capital of the European continent, a short but energetic man in a very neat and straight military uniform jumped out of a carriage. After taking a look at his residence, he turned his face and saw that the light was still on. After the hot restaurant and the unrecognizable and mysterious square words, there was a faint smile on the originally serious face, and he raised his legs and walked towards the restaurant.
Liang Guangcai, who was calculating on the table and counting the income of the day, heard the bells on the door and said without raising his head, "I'm sorry, I'm ready to be closing."
"Dear Liang, do you treat your guests with such a cold attitude?" It was the short man in military uniform who spoke.
Liang Guangcai raised his head in some astonishment. When he saw the appearance and shape of the guests, he couldn't help laughing: "Dear General, you are my most precious guest. Whenever the door of my restaurant opens to you. But what I didn't expect was that they actually released you in the middle of the night. Don't those guys know that it's impolite to disturb other people's sleep at night?
Liang Guangcai turned around and motioned to the China Merchants Bank who were cleaning the floor to stop them. Then he walked to the short soldier and nodded and said, "If you don't come back, I really want to enjoy the bottle of Bordeaux wine I left for you alone."
"Well, my friend, why don't you take it out quickly? I can't wait to taste its mellow fragrance. Damn prison, not to mention Bordeaux wine, even bad wine is hard to get." The short soldier took off his military cap with a smile, gave it to the waiter next to him, and nodded to Liang Guangcai.
"What you wish, Your Excellency General..." Liang Guangcai nodded and motioned the hospitality to take out the bottle of treasure placed in the wine kiln.
"Dear Liang, you don't have to call me that. You know, we are friends. So, you can call me Napoleon instead of my title, so that I will feel that our relationship is more natural and friendly. The nose looks a little sharp and the chin is slightly shorter, but the square face is more of a kind of majesty as a soldier in addition to a rare smile.
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"No, distinguished general, I prefer to call you like this, because I think you are a model of the whole French soldier, brave, courageous and strong-willed. I think calling you a general represents my respect for you. I am convinced that you will become the hope and work hard for all the French soldiers. The goal of the fight. Liang Guangcai smiled and did not call it according to Napoleon, but after he said this, he happened to scratch Napoleon's itch and was very useful.
"Okay, whatever you want, my friend, come on, do you mind having a drink with me?" The waiter opened the 70-year-old bottle of Bordeaux wine, and Napoleon couldn't help but cheer up and invite Liang Guangcai.
"It's a great honor, but please allow me to cook for you in person first. Wouldn't it be a waste of such a good wine without dishes?" Liang Guangcai's words made Napoleon deeply convinced. Looking at Liang Guangcai's figure rushing to the kitchen, Napoleon picked up the glass and took a small sip. He sighed happily, gently shook the glass, and looked at the bright wine pulp hanging on the surface of the glass like waves, and his heart Xu also rolled like the waves.
Just a month ago, not long after he was promoted to brigadier general, he took over the command of the artillery of the Italian Legion. Napoleon, who was ready to do a good job, did not expect to be assigned by the Revolutionary Committee to the very distressed Republic of Genoa to carry out a mission.
The Republic was under pressure from three aspects at that time: first, British warships, which suddenly attacked the French fast ship "Humble" on the territorial sea of Genoa; second, from the army from the west; third, from the Austrian army from the north.
Despite the difficulties, the young messenger still made the distraught Geno political axe leader and the Senate obey his will. Normally, he can now count on France to reward him. However, shortly after he returned to the country, he was detained and imprisoned in a fortress near Antibo. The charge is that he is suspected of treason.
When he woke up from shock and anger, he realized that the anti-Jacobin elements had carefully planned a coup, Jacobin leader Robespierre was killed, and his brother Robespierre Jr. was sent to the guillow. For a while, the sky over France was cloudy.
The hot moon political axe also frustrated Napoleon's fate. Robespierre Jr. used to be his strong backing, but now all those who have been close to their brothers have become political suspects.
The reactionary coup of the "Hot Moon Party" alone is enough to make Bonapbat in danger of losing his head. Since he made some strategic suggestions not long ago, his situation is even more dangerous.
Because of those suggestions, the status of the French army in the Alps was reduced; the army had recently inexplicably failed in the war; the generals found that the root cause of the in the ineffectiveness of the war was Bonaparte's advice. They wrote a secret letter of doubt about him and reported it to the National Salvation Committee. The letter also said that the army of the Alps had been inactively plotted by Robespierre Jr. and Rigo.
Many people will lose their heads even if their sins are not so serious. But Bonapbat has a reliable amulet: he is an indispensable figure. After careful study of various written materials about Bonaparte, the commissioner Salicetti and Albitt decided to temporarily restore his freedom and release him. The main reason for the explanation is that his knowledge and talent may be useful to the French Republic in the future.
For Napoleon, although it is inevitable to be a false alarm, it is indeed a good luck. If the order to send him to Genoa was issued three weeks earlier, he is likely to have returned to life in Paris at the time of the hot moon coup, then he is likely to be hot-headed as a follower of Robespierre at that time. The Parisians were sent to the guillo. Then his resume is likely to end here.
When he thought of becoming a brigadier general at the age of 25, he had a bright future. When he was about to do a big job, he was almost sent to the guillotine. The happiness of the rest of his life after the robbery and the experience of unwillingness made him suffer physically and mentally exhausted. It made him miss his family in a distant place.
At this time, Napoleon smelled an intoxicating fragrance and couldn't help but raise his eyes. Sure enough, Liang Guangcai had come out with a large wooden plate on it, with several authentic oriental porcelain plates on it.
"I'm sorry, because it's too late and many ingredients are missing, so I only cooked these dishes for you. I hope you don't mind." Liang Guangcai put the dishes on the table one by one and smiled apologetically.
"Oh no, dear Liang, this is rich enough. You don't know what I eat in that damn prison. Compared with your cooking skills, the chef in that castle should be a handyman for washing dishes." Looking at the plate of dishes with good color, fragrance and taste, there are his favorite stir-fried shrimp and fish-flavored shredded pork, as well as the lion's head with a seductive fragrance. In addition, there are also very delicious Mapo tofu, and the mouth-watering Kung Pao chicken. Of course, there is also Chinese specialty pasta: dumplings.
"I'm really hungry. Well, that's very good. Would you like some?" At this moment, Napoleon was like an African refugee, wolfing through all the delicious food on the table, a large plate of dumplings, which he swept away in less than three minutes. This kind of food reminded Liang Guangcai of the beggar who asked for a bowl of broth in the country.
Hearing Napoleon's invitation, Liang Guangcai shook his head with a smile and said, "No, I'm not hungry. You can enjoy the food to your heart's content. If it's not enough, I can get you some more."
"I'm sorry, I'm rude, but your cooking is so delicious." After Napoleon finally filled his stomach, he stopped devouring and poured a glass of wine for Liang Guangcai.
"Welcome back to Paris again, General." After taking the wine that Napoleon had emptrated for himself, Liang Guangcai raised his glass and said.
"Thank you. It seems that you are the most welcome person in this city." Napoleon smiled helplessly sadly and said after clinking glasses with Liang Guangcai.
Liang Guangcai shook his head with a smile, "Dear General, please don't forget that in the eyes of French citizens, you are a hero, and they are your most loyal followers."
"My position as a general should not last long. Those guys have always looked at me."
"My new army, you may not know, but in our East, a philosopher once said such a sentence, and I found that it is suitable for you." Liang Guangcai touched the inch of hair. After he came to the West, he had already shaved off the annoying pig tail with other Chinese, leaving black hair. However, for convenience, his short hair made Liang Guangcai feel very light.
"Oh?" These words made Napoleon interested. Come on, my friend, I know that the words of your philosophers in the East are always full of indescribable wisdom, which makes me feel something every time. I hope you still won't let me down this time.
(to be continued)