Highest Ranking #218 in Historical Fiction 6/22/2017
[ Iron Blooded Heart is the first book of three books in the story of Legend Of The Condor Heroes. The story itself is the first part of the Condor Trilogy. Historical background : The Song Dyna...
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The waiter's mouth gaped.
"These eight dishes," he said, "are rather expensive! For the duck feet and the chicken tongue soup, we will require a lot of poultry!"
"This gentleman is paying," responded the boy while pointing at Guo Jing, "do you believe that he does not have the means?"
The waiter saw that Guo Jing carried a sable coat of great value. "Even if you have no means of payment," he said to himself, "this coat will suffice to cover the expenditures!"
Then he demanded, "Are those all?"
"You will also bring," the boy said, "twelve more dishes to accompany the rice and eight different desserts. And it will go on like that..."
The waiter didn't dare to ask details concerning the dishes, fearing the boy would order dishes he could not provide, he went to the kitchen telling to prepare the best.
"Which wine does the gentlemen wish to drink?" he returned to ask. "We have white wine ten years of age. What would you say of two horns to start?"
"Why not?" said the boy. "One continued with..."
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A little later the waiter brought fruits and cookies, Guo Jing tasted each plate and marvelled at all those delicious things he had never know. The boy spoke much, telling about the local customs and habits, describing famous characters and famous anecdotes about the country of the South. Guo Jing was fascinated by his refined eloquence and his immense knowledge. Guo Jing's Second Shifu was a well-read man and a great scholar, but Guo Jing, who had devoted all his time and energy to martial arts, had only learned from Zhu Cong, during their rare free time, some basic characters.
It seemed to him now that this young boy was as cultivated as Second Shifu and he was filled with wonder, "I believe, he thought, what seems just a poor beggar was in reality a well-read man of immense culture. The men in China are definitely quite different from those in Mongolia."
Half an hour later, the dishes were ready: it was necessary to join two large tables together to be able to serve them all. The young boy drank very little and ate in the same way, being satisfied with pickings of the less spiced dishes. Suddenly, he called the waiter and thundered, "This rice wine is five years old! How do you dare to serve it with the food?"
