"The first time I celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival in a military camp was when I was fifteen years old. I shared roasted lamb with a group of soldiers. The master cook in the military camp was from Shaanxi. He used to work as a waiter and apprentice in a small restaurant, and his cooking skills were excellent. He may be a second-hand swordsman at most, but the master chef is a good roaster of lamb. The first time I ate his roasted lamb, I ate a whole leg of lamb by myself. He saw that I liked it, and he roasted it every time in the future. Every sheep will leave one of its best hind legs for me. Sometimes I don’t know where I got a small jar of chive sauce from Beidi. He is reluctant to eat it himself, but he will definitely keep it for me. Every time I look at it, When no one was around, he would secretly pick it up and dip it in mutton for me to eat."
"Leek flower sauce is very rare in southern Xinjiang. The master is afraid that I will eat it in one go and it will be gone, so he will keep it for me. Only every time he eats mutton, he will dig out two spoons for me. Haha, half old man But so childish.”
Lu Zhishan suddenly laughed, and then fell silent again. He stared blankly at the slightly red sky, and was lost in thought for a while.
"Cousin?" Mu Nanzhi called in a low voice, thinking about the past when she and Lu Zhishan ate mutton pot, and Lu Zhishan didn't eat chive sauce. At this time, seeing the calm look on Lu Zhishan's face, she felt a surge in her heart. There was no trace of pity.
Lu Zhishan came back to his senses, turned his face, and saw the child looking at him with some worry. Lu Zhishan immediately curled his lips and said with a smile: "Where did I say just now?"
Mu Nanzhi whispered: "My cousin was just saying that you went to the southern border to eat roasted lamb for the first time."
"Oh, yes, it's quite shameless to say that. The first time I ate roasted lamb, I was very unimpressive. It was so delicious that I sat down in front of the campfire and ate it without paying any attention to anyone. I ate the leg of lamb until my hands and face were all oily. Zhao Jingting laughed at me for not being like Tianjia. I was too lazy to pay attention to him. I buried my head and finished the whole leg of lamb. Haha, I had a young appetite at that time. It was really good, but later on I was almost unable to stand up. I still sat on the ground for a while before I felt like I had lost my appetite. Then I went back to the tent. I scrubbed with soap locust for half an hour and still felt greasy and uncomfortable. " At this point, Lu Zhishan couldn't help but twitch his lips, paused and said in a deep voice, "At that time, when I first entered the southern border, I felt that everything was rare, including roasted sheep, strong wine, the customs of the southern border, and Tongze. His love is rare for a white horse and a sharp sword, and he is rare for iron blood on the battlefield. Even being injured could not stop the overwhelming pride in his heart, until later the master died under the sword of the Siamese. "
Mu Nanzhi's eyes suddenly froze. She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she still didn't say anything. She just held the man's hand tightly.
She regretted what story she was listening to. The battlefield was ruthless. Even if there were stories, they were all bloody and tragic. She didn't want to poke the old wounds in her cousin's heart.
"When his remains were discovered, there was still half a jar of chive sauce hidden under his body." After a long silence, Lu Zhishan spoke again solemnly, "The jar containing chive paste was broken, and his whole chest was covered with blood. , and chive sauce, the smell of blood mixed with the chive sauce is so pungent, I will never forget that taste in my life. "
"I kept retching that day. It was clear that nothing could be vomited out, but I couldn't stop, so I kept kneeling on the ground and retching. Later, my stomach and intestines were throbbing with pain from vomiting, and I couldn't eat for several days. ”