495: Chapter 495 [Drink upon Opening] Ninth Update!
495: Chapter 495 [Drink upon Opening] Ninth Update!
“Qiuming, what do you think of Chenfeng?” Zhou Biman couldn’t help asking.
Li Qiuming smiled faintly, indifferently saying, “Let him be!”
In Jiangnan, he had already seen Ye Chenfeng’s prowess; the guy was absolutely the type who would devour without spitting out even a bone.
“Old Li, this wine is no fun to drink at all!” Ye Chenfeng carelessly tossed the bottle, which could have been a collector’s item, into the trash bin.
It made everyone’s heart bleed.
Damn, that was way too wasteful!
Li Qiuming’s eyes flashed with sharpness, but it disappeared in an instant.
He squeezed out a smile on his handsome face, “Little Ye, what you don’t know is that Lafite wine must be decanted for at least two hours!
Drinking it straight after opening, like you did, naturally you can’t appreciate the true taste of Lafite!”
Ye Chenfeng was utterly confused: “Decanted?
Do you mean to let a person get drunk first, then sober up for two hours before drinking Lafite?”
“Haha…”
Ye Chenfeng’s simple manner made everyone laugh out loud, their eyes showing disdain at his ignorance, probably only Li Qiuming and a few others wouldn’t think that way.
“Hehe, Brother Ye, you’re really humorous.
The so-called decanting is the process of pouring the wine from the bottle into a decanter, which through pouring and the time the wine spends in the decanter allows it to come into contact with a lot of air, accelerating the release of aroma and the softening of tannins.
If it’s an aged wine, you also need to be careful during the pouring process to leave the sediment in the bottle.
The pouring process is called ‘transferring,’ and the airing process is called ‘decanting’!” Li Tianfeng patiently explained to Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng’s face lit up as if he had won a big prize, exclaiming loudly, “So there is so much to know about drinking wine, I thought it was like beer or soda, just drink it once you open it, otherwise it will go bad, haha!”
“Who is this guy?
How did he manage to make connections with the richest man?”
Everyone was very curious about Ye Chenfeng’s identity; nobody had seen him before.
“The wine collection in the Bull and Horse Hall is not bad, but it still falls short compared to other cellars.
Now, let me take you all on a tour of my little paradise, the Giselle Fortune Hall!” Li Qiuming said with a smile.
Passing through the long corridor, the Gothic architecture provided another visual shock.
“Master!”
Two beautiful young girls, with graceful figures and dressed in French court dresses, came up to meet them and gave Li Qiuming a standard French courtesy.
The taste of life for the wealthy is truly exquisite, thought Ye Chenfeng, his eyes sweeping around as he whispered to Gu Jundie.
Pushing open the carved door with its intricate openwork patterns, a lavish long table capable of seating a hundred people for a meal came into view; to the side, a dozen or so meticulously dressed waiters stood with smiles on their faces.
It was still a delicate glass cabinet; the light pouring down from the crystal chandeliers suspended from the dome fell on the glass cabinets, dazzling and bright to the extreme!
Inside the glass cabinets, not only were expensive bottles of wine on display, but also an array of ingredients, each of extreme rarity and value.
“This is the Saffron Stigma!
My God!” someone suddenly exclaimed, their gaze fixed on a section of the cabinet.
Li Qiuming’s smile was thick with amusement, “The saffron stigma is the most expensive spice in the world, and to dry out 500 grams of saffron stigma requires 225,000 stigmas!
This well illustrates its exorbitant value; the most expensive dishes use at most six saffron stigmas to produce a unique and strong flavor!
Hence, its price is extremely high, with one kilogram of saffron stigma costing up to 6,000 US Dollars!”
“Ah, 6,000 US Dollars?
Oh my goodness!” A startled exclamation rang out abruptly.
Everyone turned towards the source of the sound, only to see Ye Chenfeng leaning against a glass display case, with at least a dozen red threads in his mouth.
If not saffron stigmas, what else could it be?
Ye Chenfeng was actually chewing on the world’s most expensive spice as if it were a snack.
My God, what a terrible waste, a divine-level prodigal son indeed!
Almost spitting blood, the crowd was screaming inside, “Drinking Lafite as if it’s a soft drink is one thing, but eating saffron stigmas as snacks—do they know how much one of those is worth?
And he just casually popped more than a dozen in his mouth!”
If there were a competition for prodigal sons, Ye Chenfeng would unquestionably take first place!
That was Gu Jundie’s assessment of Ye Chenfeng.
Li Tianfeng’s face twitched violently, and his huge fists were clenched so hard they made a grating sound.
If not for Li Qiuming standing in front of him, he would have definitely charged forward to tear Ye Chenfeng apart to vent his fury.
Ye Chenfeng had gone too far, angering Li Tianfeng.
Li Qiuming’s strong composure was on full display at this moment.
Ye Chenfeng had pushed him to this point, he shrugged his shoulders and gave a radiant smile, “Little Ye indeed walks a different path from the rest of us.
Then, in your opinion, how does the medicinal effect of the saffron stigma compare?”
Ye Chenfeng swallowed the dozen or so saffron stigmas with difficulty, causing the crowd to feel like spitting blood again.
Then, wiping his mouth with his hand, he blew a breath out and said, “To tell the truth, its medicinal value is not even comparable to that of a tomato, but the flavor, the flavor is amazing, isn’t it?
Don’t believe me, smell it, you smell it too, this is stuff worth 6,000 US Dollars!”
What followed was a bizarre scene—Ye Chenfeng blowing exhalations of breath towards the onlookers.
However, waves of the fragrance gradually filled the entire room.
“…”
It was no longer merely a matter of sweating over Ye Chenfeng’s behavior; everyone was virtually at the point of spitting blood, their gazes cutting into him like knives.
Li Qiuming snapped his fingers, and soon a waiter dressed in elaborate French court attire arrived with an exquisite sandalwood dinner plate covered with a delicate, ornately engraved silver lid, casting dazzling rays of light.
It was clear that whatever was underneath the lid must be precious, given such high-class decorations.
Ye Chenfeng twitched his nose and exclaimed, “Hold on, don’t reveal it yet; let me guess.
This is an omelet made by the LearkerMeridien hotel in New York, priced at 1,000 US Dollars per serving!
One of these omelets, after being cooked, is placed atop fried potatoes and then garnished with 10 ounces of glittering sturgeon caviar!”
“Gah!”
All were collectively stunned—how did this bumpkin know what was inside?
Li Qiuming’s eyes darkened, then seemed to send out two rays of substantial light, “Little Ye has good taste!
Indeed, this is the world’s most expensive omelet!
Some time ago, I was fortunate to hire the great Chef Paul from LearkerMeridien, the best chef to make the best omelet for the world’s greatest woman, Biman, this small gift is for you; I hope you like it!”
As his voice faded, Li Qiuming, with his left hand on his waist and right hand elegantly lifting the silver patterned lid, a unique fragrance immediately wafted through the air.
“Ah!”