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Xu Jing sells noodles. They are outrageous luxury. They require four people to spend hours every day picking the roe and meat out of hairy crabs. Each bowl requires 12 crabs; it is like eating caviar with an ice cream scoop. But Xu Jing has never tasted them. He is a vegetarian. And a religious ascetic.
Xu鈥檚 noodles are a distillation of Shanghai鈥檚 materialist spirit, an inevitable dish of 21st century Shanghai and a monument to excess. A single bowl costs 360rmb. He sprinkles them with gold flakes. And yet Xu, whose wardrobe consists of a single robe, worn for all occasions and in all seasons, sees them as a mission to bring purity to the world. With the help of celebrities and gluttons.
"Cejerdary" opened in the fall of last year, around the beginning of hairy crab season. (The name is an phonetic attempt at the Chinese original: Xie Jia Da Yuan.) One recent morning, I sat across from Xu at the restaurant. On the slab of tree between us that served as the table, he began brewing a clear tea of lotus seeds and pine needles he picked from ancient trees on his annual religious retreats.
鈥淢y masters can read minds,鈥� he tells me.
鈥淲hen I visit, they don鈥檛 ask me anything. They know what has happened.鈥� Xu chuckles and leans in to challenge me.
鈥淒o you believe it?鈥�
Before he traded in his Gucci and Armani for a thin robe, Xu owned a company producing thick wedding photo books. It was a lucrative business, made even more lucrative when the government knocked down his Hongqiao office. With the compensation from that loss, he went into the hairy crab business. But something was lacking.
鈥淚 went out to my warehouse one day,鈥� he says.
It was 2011 or 2012. The warehouse was four or five hundred square meters, six meters tall, and packed with stuff.
鈥淪uddenly, I just realized how much effort and money I had spent on chasing and buying all these things, and none of them made happy.鈥�
He points to a bottle of water on the table.
鈥淔rom the time we are born, we keep filling up the bottle,鈥� he says.
He raises the teapot to pour more water into the already-full bottle.
鈥淎t some point, you have to say 鈥楨nough.鈥� The water in the bottle can鈥檛 settle until you stop adding more.鈥�
He gave away the contents of the warehouse to friends, acquaintances, anyone who wanted them.
That was the beginning. The hairy crab business is seasonal, four months on and eight months off, and Xu now spent the down time seeking out spiritual masters in Shaanxi鈥檚 Zhongnan mountains. He found a Daoist master, a Buddhist master and a master to teach him the philosophies of Confucius. He began to believe that meat-eaters weren鈥檛 just consuming the flesh of the animals, but the animals鈥� state of mind. Not wanting to interrupt the natural order, he let his hair and wispy goatee grow out. He changed his given name from the aggressive 鈥楽word鈥� to a word that described his new self: jing, which can mean something like calmness or purity.
He adopted the robe.
For all the change, Xu still had a business based on taking the lives of animals: his own crab farm at Yangcheng Lake, a shop on Kaixuan Lu and a network of customers in Shanghai.
鈥淚 looked at it this way,鈥� he explained.
鈥淲hether I stay in this industry or not, someone is going to be raising and selling crabs. So I figured it is better that I stay in the business but do it according to my principles, and make a change.鈥�
He converted the storefront for his wholesale crab business into a tranquil restaurant, with just three things on the menu: noodles with crab roe, noodles with crab meat and noodles with a crab-and-pork lion鈥檚 head meatball. (Even then, the third one is not available at the moment).
Behind us, a small disassembly line was processing the last of the morning鈥檚 delivery. About three hundred and fifty hairy crabs had been chauffeured directly from Xu鈥檚 Yangcheng Lake crab farm to the restaurant early that morning. They had spent their final morning as they had spent their entire life, eating natural feed and listening to music -- high-pitched instruments like the violin and guzheng are best, Xu says -- before meeting their fate in a cloud of steam.
Now, the nimble hands of the crab pickers were separating them into orange roe from the females, white gao from the males, fine crab meat from the body, and legs they would later cut open one by one with small scissors. The entire restaurant -- which is to say 18 seats and a small kitchen -- was filled the muddy aroma of steamed hairy crab.
The day鈥檚 first customers came in as Xu was in the middle of some parable about perception and reality, or maybe the one about the cellular nature of the universe. I think I had asked him about crab farming. By now, I was ready to get out of the metaphysical discussion and into the reason people come: food.
However he arrived at it -- spiritually or otherwise -- Xu alighted on a basic truth of cooking: simple is best. The idea to open a restaurant came easily, and out of nowhere, he says, but reality, as is often the case, wasn鈥檛 so straightforward. Xu didn鈥檛 cook and there was the slight problem of not being able to taste his own food. Chefs came to help him develop his menu and 鈥渢hey would make all these beautiful moves鈥�, Xu says, waving his arms around, but then they would start in with defilements like Sichuan peppercorns.
鈥淚 had to tell them 鈥榥o, no, no鈥�. It looked great. But it wasn鈥檛 what I wanted,鈥� says Xu.
What he wanted was purity and simplicity and he found it by himself: a scoop of fragrant lard, a spoonful of salt and a splash of a flavored vinegar. Noodles underneath, a ladleful of cooking water and, for the luxury noodles, a sprinkling of gold flakes -- 鈥渇or the health benefits鈥�, he says, though this is where things become a bit confusing.
There is hardly a feature of the restaurant that Xu can鈥檛 tie to a philosophical belief, from the storefront windows (the five elements) to the price of the noodles (360 degrees in a circle = 360rmb), which he says he has set high on purpose.
鈥淭he price differentiates our customers,鈥� Xu tells me, though it鈥檚 not clear why someone who seems to have rejected materialism uses money as a filter.
Xu wants to unite humanity, stamp out violence and aggression, and wake people up to the rat race of consumerism. How does the Birkin bag of noodles do that?
To Xu, there is no contradiction.
鈥淚 want successful people to come,鈥� he says, arguing that expensive things attract successful people, and successful people have a bigger influence on society. (Not a controversial hypothesis, perhaps, but one he has already proved with a steady stream of celebrity customers and adulation from two luxury shopping malls, who are courting him to open a branch.)
In this view, there鈥檚 no conflict between Xu鈥檚 message of purity and minimalism and his menu. Customers have told him the simplicity of the noodles make them want to cry, and it鈥檚 this effect, he says, that will spread his message. Rich people and celebrities tear up at lunch, the theory goes, and then tell the rest of us. Changing the world one celebrity at a time.
Xu and I move over to the small open kitchen. Calligraphy hangs on many of the walls but the kitchen counter is covered with pictures famous actors and actresses, some posing with Xu and some with a business partner. I try to reconcile the last two hours of spiritual talk to this shrine of desire, and to take stock of a man who wears the same thin robe every day, yet doesn鈥檛 consider the most opulent bowl of noodles I鈥檝e ever seen to be finished until it has gold flakes on it. Xu is scraping mountains of bright orange roe into the wok. I begin to wonder if this is not the most selfish possible noodle dish, and just how much marketing (if any) I鈥檝e already consumed.
It won鈥檛 stop me coming back.
I believe in occasional indulgences, especially when they are this delicious. But I feel guilty for the doubts. I need to divine Xu鈥檚 motivation one last time before I sit down to eat. Is Cejerdary the pinnacle of materialism or the antidote? I wonder if he鈥檚 learned how to read minds yet.
As Xu tips in the salt, I ask him, 鈥淚f it鈥檚 so simple, aren鈥檛 you afraid that someone will copy you?鈥�
His face turns into a big smile and he says, 鈥淚 want them to. I鈥檒l teach people how to do it. Good things don鈥檛 have any value unless you share them.鈥�
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- 1266 Kaixuan Lu, near An'shun Lu
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