Versailles is worse than being queen

◎A pastry chef with great spatial imagination◎

Looking back after a long time, Antanya felt that the era she lived in was actually a very magical era.

In this era, science is developing rapidly, the roar of the steam engine is gradually spreading to the whole continent, and the wind of the new world is blowing from the other side of the ocean.

But in this same continent, people are still accustomed to seek priests instead of doctors when they are sick, alchemists in silver robes perform miracles in the square, and are sought after by the people wherever they go; A young man in southeastern France could see mineral resources hundreds of meters underground with his naked eyes, so he assigned academicians of the Academy of Sciences to study this miraculous phenomenon.

"Evil Eye"?

Antanya shook her head amusedly.

The "Evil Eye" is mentioned in the Bible.A malevolent glance from such eyes is said to cause misfortune, disease, and even death.This was once the patent of witches in the Middle Ages, but has now become a broader symbol of "horror".

"What does Your Majesty say?"

"His Majesty said that scholars should decide for themselves, and he respects academic freedom."

This is really good and useless.

Louis XV is now old and no longer interested in these trivial matters.He prefers to enjoy life in Madame du Barry's gentle village.

"Your Majesty also said that since the reward announced at the Salon Ball was initiated by the Crown Prince and his wife, it is up to the two of you to decide whether Mr. Tesla is allowed to participate in the Salon this time. Your Royal Highness asked me to ask you opinion—he can do it all."

Oh, if that's the case—"Then let him come. A boy with evil eyes? Sounds interesting."

She wanted to see what the hell he was doing.

"Your Highness, all the things sent by Austria have arrived at the Palace of Versailles." The attendant's report interrupted her aimless thinking.

has arrived?

Not bad.

She deftly opened a small suitcase she packed up with her own hands, took out the "Angel Wings" bracelet that Caroline had given her, and put it on happily.

This is her lucky jewel.After all, tonight is her first battle of reluctance to do sales in person, and I hope Caroline's love will bring her good luck.

……

The candles in the Mars Hall of the Palace of Versailles are brilliant, and more than 2000 white candles are lit at the same time in the whole hall, and there are more than 5000 spares, ready to be replaced at any time-this is the specification of a regular small ball, After all, 30 candles were used for a huge ball held in the Hall of Mirrors 24000 years ago.

Candles are a kind of hard currency in the palace. The fruit office responsible for distributing candles usually controls the amount of candles very strictly in order to prevent offending a nobleman due to insufficient candles; but the lighting of the ball is directly provided by the chief attendant of the king's bedroom Responsible, so people don't have to worry about having to endure dim lights at the ball or candle stubs that nearly burn a lady's dress.

Strong and cool, the fragrance of rose, orange blossom and jasmine flutters around with the skirts of well-dressed people, which makes people's hearts sway.

An hour before the ball started, the walnut table had already been set up, and chips made of various crystals danced on the emerald velvet tablecloth. The nobles who lived in the Palace of Versailles were close to the water table, and those who arrived early had already started playing happily. card.

"Charlie! You are here." The Count of Provence, the eldest brother of the Crown Prince, raised his hand and beckoned gracefully to his younger brother.

Count Artois, the second younger brother of the crown prince, came to him, looked at the gold coins piled on the table, and snorted: "What's the fun in this? Why don't you bet on when that Austrian woman will speak to Du Barry?" Talk. I heard that many people in the palace are paying attention to this matter."

The Earl of Provence was handsome with a hint of femininity. He glanced at the Earl of Artois and smiled without saying a word.

"What are you doing?" Earl Artois flicked his sword around his waist, and sat down beside him with his legs crossed. "I feel creepy when I see you smiling like that. Do you want to bet? Anyway, sooner or later you have to speak."

The Earl of Provence pursed his lips and smiled.

Before he could speak, another person sitting at the same table said with a smile: "That's hard to say, maybe that Austrian fool still doesn't know who Du Barry is."

"Is this impossible?" Count Artois was very surprised. "Although she is a little young, and I heard that Austrians are not smart, but she doesn't look that stupid."

"Oh, dear Charlie, it's not stupid." The Earl of Provence smiled and shook a finger in front of him. "That's her arrogance as a princess—but it's a bit strange."

"what happened?"

"Didn't you notice? Our sister-in-law, the princess, seems to have never had any curiosity about the Palace of Versailles."

Having said that, Count Artois also remembered.

The petite princess never seemed to ask who was who, what was used for what, or where to get to Versailles.

Although Mrs. Etiquette must have trained her a lot of relevant knowledge in advance, but he knew Countess Noaille, and she must be ashamed to take the initiative to tell the princess of the existence of that woman.

Count Artois suddenly realized.

oh!No wonder he always saw the two aunts whispering together recently, pointing at the princess and snorting at Du Barry.Those two women who thought they were noble and elegant must have been waiting for the little princess to ask them who is the woman who is so eye-catching at every royal family dinner.

——But if the princess doesn't ask, she will definitely suffocate them!

The Comte d'Artois laughed.

The three aunts were old maids who couldn't get married, Madame Victorval was fine, she was quiet and not a monster, but the other two old women were really annoying.

Although he didn't know why, but the concubine let them down unintentionally, he was also happy to watch the show.

Provence looked at Shale's younger brother and snorted softly in his nose.

He looked around and smiled—the scholars were almost here, and tonight's show was about to begin.

"Charlie," he patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and leaned over: "Wait a minute, you have an honorable mission."

……

The form of the salon dance is relatively free, and the dinner is also free to use, and does not follow the etiquette of serving dishes one by one at a general banquet.Half an hour before the official start of the salon, the servants placed the broth, appetizers, barbecue and bread on the long table against the wall for the guests to take by themselves.

The broth adopts the standard of general palace banquet, providing two kinds of thick soups: capon soup and quail soup, and one kind of light soup: pigeon soup.The starters are mainly ham, sausage and pate on a clean white porcelain plate, with silver knives and forks set aside.

Barbecues include pork, beef, lamb, fish and duck, which are all grilled on a long charcoal brazier with iron grills. The chef and his apprentices control the heat on the spot, and slowly turn from light pink to attractive brown The grilled meat is sizzling and oily, and the aroma of the meat is permeating.

However, why is the bread that comes up a bit strange?

A silver-haired young man with a broad forehead stopped beside the bread table curiously.

The 21-year-old young scholar is not of noble origin, nor is he a member of the Paris Academy of Sciences. There are not many opportunities to be invited to the palace banquet at the Palace of Versailles, and he will enjoy a good meal every time.

However, why is today's bread so strangely shaped?

"Good evening, Simon!" Lavoisier, a newly promoted academician of the Academy of Sciences, walked towards him with a breezy face.

"Antoine!" The silver-haired young man waved his hand happily at him, and pointed to those breads, "Look, besides the round bread, today's bread also has these wonderful long sticks with two bottoms connected. The semi-cone croissant made me wonder if the chef in the palace has changed to a gentleman with great spatial imagination."

"For mathematicians, that might be true," Lavoisier shrugged. "What do you think those of us who study chemistry think of them?"

"What do you think?" The silver-haired young man asked curiously.

Lavoisier picked up a thin white porcelain plate from the side, and picked up a croissant straight away, "It doesn't matter what shape it is, as long as it tastes good, Mr. Laplace."

He took a bite of the croissant.

The meringue was surprisingly light and crispy, and for a split second he thought he was biting into air.

The next moment, as the layers of meringue were broken, a rich and mellow milk fragrance spread in the mouth, which set off the sweet aroma of fully toasted wheat.

"I've changed my mind, Simon," he swallowed a mouthful of bread, turning solemnly to Laplace, "I think the chef who invented this bread really had a wonderful spatial imagination. There is no such thing as mille-feuille , there is no such delicacy."

"Since you tried the croissant first, let me try these 'sticks'." Laplace eagerly cut off a piece of baguette with a knife.

The skin of this kind of bread is very crisp, and when you cut it with a knife, it reveals the white and soft texture inside.Laplace wanted to save his stomach to eat meat, so he only cut a small piece.

"Wow, it's crispy on the outside and soft on the inside!" he exclaimed.

The taste of the bread is surprisingly simple, but it just sets off the strong aroma of wheat, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.The bread has just been baked, and the inner core is steaming hot, which is just right as a foreshadowing before eating meat and soup.

During the time they said these few words, more people noticed that the bread served at the ball today had changed, and they all came to taste it curiously, and then some people asked the butler in surprise.

Soon, they got a reply: "These two new bread recipes were brought from Austria by Her Royal Highness. The name of the croissant is 'croissant', and the stick bread is called 'baguette'."

Let the servants go to the bakery to inquire about the recipe later—a person with a keen sense of smell immediately thought.

It's a race against the clock.Apparently, these two types of bread are very popular at this dance, which means trend!

People living in Paris catch up with the trend of Versailles all the time.Bread recipe sure to be a hit in Paris!

When Antania and Louis walked into the Mars Hall together behind the king, what they saw was the scene of people discussing these two new breads that were both beautiful and delicious.

Her first reaction was—the pastry chef actually used croissants for dinner?

There was a buzz in Antanya's head.

...well, she took a deep breath with difficulty.

Respect dietary freedom.

"His Royal Highness Crown Prince and Madam, ladies and gentlemen!" The dean of the Academy of Sciences stood on the marble platform and clapped his hands. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over.

"We are very honored to announce that His Majesty the Crown Prince and His Majesty the Princess have issued a new call for reward for the Academy of Sciences. The topic is to improve the steam engine so that it has practical application value. The reward is 20 livres."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Everyone knows that there will be a dance salon for the release of the reward and the presentation of the award, which means that scholars who do not often come to the Palace of Versailles can have two delicious palace banquets.

How inspiring!Hope someone gets the bounty soon!

Such a dance is quite free and casual, and after the announcement, people are free to move about, chat, and take food.The crown prince and his wife may just show their faces, or they may stay longer, but they are only two young children, and everyone does not feel any burden.

"Shall we go get something to eat first?" Louie asked Antanya.

"You go, I'm not hungry."

Antanya had eaten something before she came.

So, Louis leaned over without paying any attention, and started with bread under the recommendation of enthusiastic people.After taking a bite, he turned around and gave Antanya a thumbs up—it was delicious!

Antanya couldn't help laughing at the cheerful little chubby.

At this moment, someone walked up to the president of the Academy of Sciences and said something to him.

"Oh, ladies and gentlemen!" The dean immediately clapped his hands again.

Everyone turned their heads to look again - what's wrong?

"I would like to add that this was first proposed by the beautiful princess—according to the tradition of the French court, the first scholar who wins the reward will have the privilege of inviting Her Royal Highness to dance with her."

The author says:

Someone is behind the scenes, Antanya: I'm sorry, you may not know... this spot has been reserved by default.

The description of food and candles at the palace banquet refers to William Rich Newton's "Behind the Gate: Court Life and Power Stage at Versailles in the 18th Century".