In the alley, you can smell the aroma of meat wafting out.
Xie Yiren swallowed invisibly, looking a little greedy. Zheng Ren smiled, held her hand, and gently rubbed his fingers on the back of Xiao Yiren's hand, signaling not to worry.
"This store is old, right?" Su Yun observed carefully and turned around to ask.
"This little brother has really bright eyes. He has been around for more than a hundred years." The middle-aged man let a few people in and introduced: "My surname is Zhang, Gong Zhang Zhang, Zhang Weiyu."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Zheng Ren nodded and said.
"Please come inside, please come inside." Zhang Weiyu greeted him neither humble nor overbearing, and let Zheng Ren and his party of six people into the inner room.
Xie Yi walked happily into the room. The smell of mutton was stronger in the room, but there was no cauldron or other ingredients. It was just an empty room with a table and a circle of chairs.
"Wait a minute, everyone. I'm going to take care of the fire, I'm afraid the guy can't handle it properly." After Zhang Weiyu greeted him, he walked out with a smile.
"It smells so good!" Xie Yiren did not hide his happiness. After undergoing a very large operation, he could eat a meal of particularly delicious meat. He really had nothing to pursue in life.
Liu Xiaojie watched Boss Zheng holding Xie Yiren's hand. Xiao Yiren had a simple look on her face, eager to eat meat, and felt that this world was really weird.
It’s just meat, is that what it is
"Sheep from water areas are not as tasty as sheep from dry areas, sheep from plains are not as tasty as sheep from mountain areas, sheep from low altitudes are not as tasty as sheep from high altitudes, and sheep from warmer areas are not as tasty as sheep from alpine areas." Su Yun said with a smile: " Yiren, guess where the mutton is from?"
With that said, several people sat down first. The legs we stand on are numb. We are all our own people, so there is nothing to be polite about.
"I smelled it." Xie Yiren closed his eyes, his little nose flickered, and he smelled the scent of the mutton very seriously.
It’s great if you can smell the mutton, but where does the mutton come from? Zheng Ren definitely couldn't tell the difference anyway.
Feng Xuhui was a little confused and asked: "Brother Yun, it seems that mutton is said to be the best in Xiqi."
"The Western Banner you mentioned is the collective name for New Barhu Right Banner in Hulunbuir City. The mutton is indeed good, but not enough." Su Yun also started to smell it, and Zheng Ren felt that the way he smelled something looked very much like Erhei .
"Is there any difference?" Feng Xuhui asked.
"What a pity." Su Yun sighed and said, "Such a good mutton is only available in the current weather."
"Uh..." Feng Xuhui really didn't understand this time.
"The colder it is, the more delicious the mutton is! It's best to stew a pot of mutton in the twelfth lunar month, when it's more than minus 20 degrees with heavy snow falling outside. The taste and feeling are just right." Su Yun regretted, "Now eat it , the environment outside is not right, the taste is always a little worse."
"..." Liu Xiaojie felt that these people were really good at pretending. How could they eat meat as if it were Chinese New Year? How could they eat it in the snow in the middle of winter
But even if she had thoughts and opinions, she couldn't express them to Su Yun.
"Brother Yun, do you want to eat mutton?" Feng Xuhui said with a smile: "I'll ask the boss where you bought this meat. Let's go to my place to eat some time."
Su Yun smiled, stretched out his right index finger, asked for it three times, and said with a smile: "Good mutton is not bought, it is made."
"alley?"
“Generally, people who are more particular about food will buy Hou goats, which are sheep from the Yinshan Mountains; those who are more particular about food will buy Ximeng sheep, which are Xilingol Meng in Inner Mongolia.
Those who are more particular about eating local breed sheep, that is, sheep that have not been improved. I have eaten Ximeng lamb once, which is lamb before and after weaning. It melts in your mouth and is delicious. "Su Yun's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and the black hair on his forehead was floating, as if he was also recalling the smell of meat.
Feng Xuhui didn't expect there would be so many opinions and was stunned. According to Su Yun's words, he would be the least particular kind of person.
Chang Yue looked around. She was not interested in what to eat, but she felt that if there was good meat, the wine would be good too.
"It is said that for a qualified herdsman wife, it only takes less than fifteen minutes from slaughtering to washing the sheep." Su Yun continued: "That time I saw the shepherd wife kill the sheep with her own hands, bleed it with a knife, and tear off the hand. The blood from the sheep's arteries was reserved for filling the blood sausage. A knife was no worse than the boss's, and one sheep was removed in a few seconds. A pot of water, a handful of salt, and grass residue floating in the water, some with Sheep dung eggs.”
"Don't say that, it's too disgusting." Zheng Ren frowned.
"Is that what you do? Don't you feel grounded?" Su Yun disagreed.
Zheng Ren was worried that the little lady would feel nauseated after hearing this, but when he looked to the side, he saw that the wings of the little lady's nose were twitching slightly, and she was still smelling the smell of mutton.
"A pot of water, a few green onions, a few dried chili peppers, a handful of Sichuan peppercorns, a handful of salt, and a few slices of ginger. Meat cooked in Inner Mongolia is the same as the iron pot stew in the Northeast. They are very rough and exquisite ingredients." Zheng Ren quickly changed the subject.
"People who only eat instant noodles are not qualified to talk here." Su Yun said coldly.
"Who said that? I guess the meat today is Uzhumuqin sheep." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Su Yun was stunned for a moment, and he guessed that it was also Wuzhumu Qinyang. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiren didn't say it, but Zheng Ren said it.
"What is Uzhumu Qinyang?" Feng Xuhui looked confused.
"A specialty of the Ujimqin Grassland of Xilingol League in Inner Mongolia." Su Yun said with a smile: "This kind of sheep is different from other sheep. It has black heads and white bodies, and it is particularly easy to identify."
"It's just that the colors are different. Is there anything strange about it?" Liu Xiaojie really couldn't stand Su Yun's showy speaking style and said coldly.
Feng Xuhui didn't even try to stop him.
"You don't understand this." Su Yun didn't care. He sat in front of the table and tapped his fingers on the table. "If you open a shop and use ordinary mutton to pretend to be Ujimqin sheep to make roasted whole lamb, I will Believe it or not, I can destroy your store."
"I don't believe it." Liu Xiaojie thought to herself, after roasting the mutton, can you still see the black heads and white body? Nonsense.
"Don't listen to him, he's tricking you." Zheng Ren said: "The black head and white body are just superficial features. The most important feature of the Ujimqin sheep is that its bone structure is different from other sheep."
"Yes." Su Yun clasped his hands and smiled: "A few years ago, wasn't there a joke about going to a restaurant to eat roasted whole lamb, and the doctor just told him that two legs were missing? From then on, I thought about it if I had the chance. Want to have some fun."
"What's so fun about this?" Zheng Ren said, "Are you tired? You have to have surgery all night, and you still want to play with Lego? It's too childish."
"Mr. Zheng, what's the difference between Wuji Muqin Yang?" Feng Xuhui didn't understand. Seeing Liu Xiaojie's retort, he knew that the girl was unconvinced and would suffer sooner or later, so he quickly stopped talking and asked.