This is a restaurant with a facade hidden in the art district. The alley is like a strange chessboard. I leaned into the high walls and iron doors all the way, muttering blankly: "It has to be cold to be high-class, but I can't find the north." If it weren't for the charming crape myrtle sticking out of the low wall, new and revealing, and trembling and greeting it from the corner of my eye, I would never have noticed it, including those few "84 Chaling Street" as small as vinegar plates. After passing by twice, I breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived.

Entering the door was an old-fashioned courtyard. The waiter dressed in linen clothes had curly mid-hair like clouds and was held three inches above the corner of his shirt collar. His eyebrows were like scabbard in the water, and his voice was crisp, tough, and soft as the breeze: "Mr. Montest has made the arrangements." I nodded my head and thanked me. I was almost stunned when I entered the door. The phellodendron trees were towering green, the bark of bearberry was red and red, and the atmosphere of turtle back bamboo and tiger tiger orchid were intertwined wantonly, with an indescribable wild charm.

The waiter walked through the slope with moss as thick as a finger, and cut a branch of crape myrtle a few steps away. Probably because of the sweetness of crape myrtle, the big flower dogwood withered and started to grow the fruit. I actually glanced at the farthest low wall, nestled against the roses. The waiter didn't even look at it, took the myrtle and walked straight to the blue stone road leading to the restaurant.

On the entire entrance dome of the restaurant, from the outer wall windows, patches of windmills and Jasmine reached out. Looking out, they were hidden and completely covered the way they came here. I thought I heard Naoki Sato's Ryoma ri, and Lisa Gerrard's vocal glands. She was the lead singer of the former Dead Can Dance. I can't forget the name of the band. It means you can dance even after you die. Those who mistakenly believe that the voice is cold and silent will find that it is so rich that it can be brought back to life.

"You are at our Ziwei Book Hall at No. 84 Chaling Street. We don't open spring here, so we grow plants and develop new dishes. Summer is divided into "three seasons" menu, with the themes of "Grass Sheep","Flower Chicken" and "Rain Mushroom". This is our new dish of "Rain Mushrooms". You can look at the menu first." Before the waiter could finish his sentence, I saw all kinds of rare fungi squeezed into the starter and dessert. I began to wander and look for my Munster because I had already heard his voice.

"Mr. Meng is next door to Zhu Qiangwei Hall. This chef's recommendation is not on the menu. Mr. Meng hopes you can try it."

"This is? Scrambled eggs..." It's too insincere to serve scrambled eggs in such a high-end restaurant, I murmured.

In the green-patterned whale shaped vessel in front of me, fluffy scrambled eggs lay on it. The taste coming from my face was like sweet amber or fragrant wood. My body couldn't resist this quiet and charming aroma. When the aroma gently entered my nostrils, I felt so relaxed that I wanted to float.

"It seems like a special seasoning was used?"

"Yes, scrambled eggs with ambergris. When the undigested squid beak-shaped jaws stimulate the intestines of sperm whales, it produces an unusually aromatic substance called ambergris. It only appears in ancient noble perfumes."

I was just about to say it when another waiter took out a wooden box filled with dried gray-white seaweed and a rugged marble stone inside. "This is ambergris brought by Montest, and he also dissected the whale himself. The current * price has reached 2 million euros. In 1693, the Dutch East India Company's Amsterdam office purchased a larger piece from King Tidore in the Moluccas Islands, valued at 116,400 Dutch guilders, or about 1.13 million euros in today's value. But Mr. Meng said that he would never donate all the ambergris dishes needed by his good friends. He particularly emphasized you, Miss Xian 'er. This special scrambled egg was eaten by King Charles II of England."

Because it was too big, I ate the scrambled egg and swallowed it slowly with my surprised expression.

Through the pattern of light and shadow of the wine glasses and barrel customized by Saint-Louis crystal lamps, I saw the shape of crape myrtle flowers cast on the wall, spreading out in clusters, like elegant dance fans. Although the dancing beauty was left blank, the dance posture could emerge out of thin air. It cannot be said that the "laziness" of ancient Chinese painters was really refined. The cluster of charmed red crape myrtle that the waiter picked in the yard has been inserted in a silver six-petal lotus-shaped "bottle". The core of the flower is the container. Judging from the shape, it is an exotic ancient artifact carved with flowers and birds. Against it, the crape myrtle is refined.

"Hello, is that bottle?"

"Oh, this is a Dutch incense box. It was originally used to put ambergris. The square pillars inside put incense inside, which can burn inside. The six closed petals on the outside are used for heat insulation. When they are put together, they form a ball. It won't burn even if you hold it in your arms."

"So powerful... Where is Mr. Munster?"

"Oh, I'm still eating next door."

In fact, I have lost my appetite from waiting. Famous paintings and sculptures are staggered on the two walls of the restaurant, and there is a gate on the wall between the corridors for shuttle between the two halls. Such structures were common only in ancient European palaces, such as Versailles. The Chinese-style carved windows and cornices here do not have a sense of discord. On the contrary, it adds to the fact that this museum-like restaurant is heavy and read-friendly, but does not adhere to stereotypes. It is really like another face of the Frankish Second-hand Bookstore in London.

Gently push open the door leading to Montest. I only quietly pushed one narrow spot, but the people inside didn't pay attention to me. There was only a handsome woman, her sideways eyes swept in my direction, and Meng Siste listened attentively.

Sitting next to him was a handsome young man with an English vest, shiny teeth and watch. He was probably the employer. He looked intently at Montest and pointed to the same egg plate as mine on the table.

"I still want to eat something of this level."

"It's not difficult. There is also a lost dish in Canada called fish fried bear paw. Therefore, Mencius's denial is valid abroad."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, with your age and blood, you must only have the front left palm of a male salmon and a male bear cub that have not expelled semen to make up for it. Female salmon are like plastic orange beads. Salmon seeds are very common. I don't know if you have tried male salmon sperm, but they are delicious. I'm afraid that few Japanese have eaten this thing they call Shage No Shirako, which is actually salmon white seeds. I am expert Xiong. The female pilot next door, Miss Lin Lin, is a salmon expert. She can fly a helicopter to take you there. The female bear is only half the size of the male bear, but if someone touches the bear, it will be much more powerful than the male bear. Its explosive power is the king of the forest! But with my level, you can rest assured that we can do it while the mother bear is fishing for fish. The bear and the fish just caught in one go!"

"Cool!" The young man excitedly untied a sleeve nail.

"Mengster often gives lectures to everyone and is extremely excellent." I could just see her, Lin Lin, with a square face and a high nose, with a man's bones, a slender waist tilted towards his eyes, the muscles of her buttocks tightened into her denim skirt, and her slender crossed Erlang was curled up. As for my Montest, his hand clearly fell on her shoulder, affectionately hooked it tightly, and then loosened it. He told me about her, his "comrade in arms".

Lin Lin has a kind of courageous beauty. When speaking, she will raise her eyebrows at the key of logic to emphasize it. Anyway, she has the kind of heroism that I don't have, and she is full. "Many people in Canada think that salmon in Canada are all on the west coast, adjacent to the Pacific Ocean. The most famous one is British Columbia (BC), where you can see the heroic migration of salmon. Nova Scotia (NS) is in the east, which is close to the Atlantic Ocean. There are many fjords, and the wild Atlantic salmon there are more powerful. I don't know if you've ever heard of Tasmanian salmon. In 1984, the Tasmanian government purchased the original salmon eggs from the Garden Hatchery in Nova Scotia, Canada, and established a marine breeding farm in the city of Dover in southern Tasmania. Do you know? The famous gourmand Cai Lan once said that compared with Tasmanian salmon, the popular Norway salmon in Hong Kong tastes heavier and is oily. It was not until he saw Tasmanian salmon that he recognized the elegant taste of this salmon. The native species is much more extreme!" They have a very tacit understanding.

"My family has many rules. So is there a legal risk? Or morally?" The young man buttoned his open sleeves again.

"Don't worry about this! My job is a forest guide, and I and Lin Lin are also life members of the Salmon Conservation Association. Salmon has great interests here. Only when we protect it well can we have food. This domestic and foreign mechanism is different. Please forgive me for being blunt. The driving force here is our own personal interests. If we have a strong driving force, we will do it very seriously and we will take over more conservation organizations. This is a fact, and work cannot be carried out without interest-driven efforts. The black bear conservation level at least concerned (LC) means that the number of black bears is very large. According to North American law, we are only hunting within legal limits and there is no need to worry at all."

"I understand money. I'm worried that it's better not to scrunch? It doesn't seem legal in China."

"Thoughtful! Excluding the regulatory factor, many people are indignant when they talk about animal protection, but their perceptions are simply wrong. Let me give you an example. If you check the regulations on animal protection of world organizations online, including the extinction of the northern white rhino last year, the conservation level is NT, the penultimate level, and they will be affected to a certain extent. This conservation level is six levels lower than what you hear about. The sixth level is wild extinction, and the seventh level is extinction. There are more than 20,000 in South Africa, but now it may be 18,000. The northern white rhinoceros is a very close subspecies to the southern ones, which is the difference between Cantonese people and Beijingers. They are completely one species and have the same level of conservation. The rhinoceros is not an ancient creature and cannot compare to crocodiles and pandas. Regarding conservation, reproduction is actually not a problem. The biggest problem is preventing poaching. The South African government is very poor and has no money to carry out animal protection. In the 1980s, many large farmers asked to discuss it. Therefore, the government did not spend money, but only asked farmers to open up the countryside to breed rhinoceros, and then set quotas every year to encourage paid hunting. Anyway, the ones they caught were mainly the elderly and frail ones. When the farmer said yes, a complete rhino hunting industry was formed. Stopping poaching at this time is a matter of conservation, otherwise it will harm the interests of farmers. Legally, if you encounter poachers, you can shoot."

"Where is the male bear cub? So cute." I really want to ask this question for young people.

"Miss Xian 'er, we served the main course for you. It came by air and it was green." The waiter reminded me to get back to my seat.

I hid it, looked back through the crack of the door, and looked straight at the entire hall. It consisted of an adjacent corridor. The glass-sided cabinet contained old-fashioned typewriters, top hats, quill pens, handwritten letters, and actually a copy of Shostakovich's piano score. Near the end of his second piano trio, he ate mushrooms and saw the little people moving. It was weird, witty and exciting. Maybe it was because of the thought of this that I was a little lost.

"Miss Xian 'er, why are you so reluctant to eat? I still have the leisure to read the piano music, and the food is getting cold!" I was sure that it was Montest's gentleness in my ear, half of my waist was hugged by a large hand, familiar and unfamiliar.

Without hesitation, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was accidentally ambushed by his lips. My face was pressed against his beard and I grabbed him, but I gently broke free.

"That's Lin Lin?"