The two men who went out came back not long after. One of them held a package in his hand, and one of them handed the package in his hand to the woman with thick lips beside Chu Lian.
The two glanced at it, and the woman took the package and opened it in front of her.
Although Chu Lian lowered his head, he was looking at the woman from the corner of his eyes.
The slipknot of the package was quickly undone, revealing the contents.
It turned out that it contained food.
A piece of meat the size of two palms has been frozen and looks like mutton in color, a small handful of rice, a small bowl of green fruits, and a ceramic bottle. Chu Lian smelled a faint milky smell, guessing that it contained either cow's milk or goat's milk.
When the woman saw the food in the package, she froze for a moment, and sighed softly, as if she was a little disappointed.
Chu Lian saw that she took out the piece of mutton, cut off a piece, and put it on the brazier to grill, while she wrapped the rest and threw it in front of Chu Lian.
She laughed sarcastically, "Your Majesty can do whatever you want to eat!"
It turns out that a woman can still respect and take care of Chu Lian because of the order from her master, but just now Chu Lian really made her angry, and she deliberately wanted to torment this delicate lady.
The three men next to him glanced this way, pretending not to see it.
The woman's actions did not violate the order from above. The few of them worked together for a long time, but they were unwilling to offend the woman for such a trivial matter, so they turned a blind eye.
After a while, Chu Lian seemed to be unbearably hungry, and her stomach made an embarrassing "gurgling" sound. She carefully glanced at the woman with thick lips who was still roasting mutton, moved a few steps, and came to the side of the package.
Stretching out a small white and slender hand from the fox fur, he pulled the package, and then reached out with two small hands, unwrapping the package clumsily.
When he saw what was inside, Chu Lian's eyes widened in astonishment.
She trembled her pink lips, not daring to say: "You... you just let me eat this?"
The woman squinted and "sneered", "I advise Mr. Xiang to put away those noble people's temper! If you don't want to eat, just go hungry."
After finishing speaking, the woman with thick lips seemed to be very comfortable. There was a hint of joy on her expressionless face. She turned over the piece of lamb in her hand, and found a small piece of salt from her body, crushed it and sprinkled it on it. on the lamb.
Suddenly, the smell of roasted lamb came from the tent.
Chu Lian stared at her piece of roast mutton, as if fascinated, swallowed unconsciously.
The woman glanced at her, took the mutton off the fire, cut it twice with the dagger she carried, cut it into small pieces and put it on the plate, then she picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes slightly, with a look of enjoyment look like.
Chu Lian couldn't help but gulp down another mouthful of saliva as he followed behind.
In fact, the mutton roasted by the woman is not very delicious. The seasoning is only salt, and it is clumps of coarse salt. The mutton is just cooked on the fire at will. I don’t know how many days I’ve been eating mutton, I’m already tired of eating it.
Although the woman with thick lips is tall, she is an authentic southerner. She doesn't like to eat mutton and beef at all. What she hopes more is to have a mouthful of hot rice and a bowl of glutinous millet porridge. It's a pity that several people I don't even know how to cook, so I can only make do with it every day. I just look forward to when the task is over, I can go back to Sucheng Restaurant to have a good meal, and reward myself.
At this time, the woman deliberately pretended to be like this, just to be angry with the delicate country gentleman in front of her.
I'm afraid her tender hands can't even roast mutton!
Thinking of this, the woman with thick lips felt a little relieved.
The woman took care of her piece of mutton in twos and twos, and she sat down in a comfortable position, obviously not going to move anymore.
"Xiangjun, we are not your servant girls, what you want to eat, you can only do it yourself now."
The petite woman sitting on the side clutched the package tightly in one hand, lowered her head, as if holding back tears in aggrieved way, then she suddenly raised her head, pursing her lips tightly, as if she had decided on something.
She took the package and got up and walked a few steps to the brazier.
With her head held high, she looked at the woman not far away with contemptuous eyes, "Okay, I'll do it myself!"
The woman with thick lips sneered and turned her head. She didn't have any expectations for this township lord at all, and even thought of watching a joke in her heart. She glanced in Chu Lian's direction from the corner of her eyes from time to time, but she wanted to take a good look at this What kind of flower can Xiang Jun toss out.
But her thoughts were soon overwhelmed.
Chu Lian opened the package and found a cleaned crockpot in the corner of the tent. She put the crockpot on the fire, poured water in it, and then took the dagger she carried with her to cut off a piece of raw mutton, and then carefully cut it into pieces. Throw the small pieces into the crock.
Then she cut the remaining mutton into slices and skewered them on bamboo sticks, and put them aside.
Wait until the mutton in the earthen pot is boiled to bleed, then fish out the mutton, change the clean water, pour the handful of rice and diced mutton into the earthen pot, add an appropriate amount of water and a little goat milk .
After finishing this, Chu Lian dug out a small porcelain bottle from his body, poured some light-colored condiments into it, and then put the lid on the earthen jar with peace of mind.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Lian began to roast the mutton skewers. She first patted the sliced mutton until soft, and then sprinkled a layer of what was poured from a small porcelain vase on top, and then put the skewers on the fire to roast.
She didn't completely place the kebabs on the fire, but kept a little distance away, as if she was grilling the kebabs with the tip of the flame.
She carefully rolled the mutton skewers and twirled the bamboo sticks in her hand while roasting. Soon, the strong smell filled the entire tent.
In this way, the mutton skewers that have been marinated with sufficient seasoning and then grilled are not comparable to the kind of mutton skewers that are roughly sprinkled with salt.
Have you ever smelled the smell of mutton kebabs grilled on charcoal fires floating far away from the snack street? For the people of Dawu Dynasty who ate rough food, this is simply an irresistible temptation.
When Chu Lian finished processing the mutton skewers, the mutton porridge in the crock was half-cooked, and the smell began to waft out.
The rice has a natural fragrance, and with the mutton that has been boiled to remove the smell, and a little goat's milk, a porridge with a faint milk aroma wafts out, which is different from lamb kebabs. Thick taste, the taste of porridge is fresh and sweet, with a sense of warmth.
The other three men and one woman in a tent have long been dumbfounded!
Especially the woman with the thick lips, she couldn't believe that those simple ingredients, in the hands of this delicate and weak Xiangjun, turned into a delicacy that seduces people and commits crimes!
She was in great pain, and the smell of food penetrated into her nasal cavity uncontrollably, and she couldn't stop it.
Smelling such a scent, and thinking about the half-baked mutton that she just ate whole and only sprinkled with salt, she suddenly felt that what she was eating seemed not to be human food.
The three men on the other side had put down the food in their hands long ago, seeing that they were made with the same ingredients, but the things they made were indeed one after another, and the three men were not satisfied.
"Bah" spit out the strange-tasting mutton in their mouths, and the three of them were crying silently in their hearts. Smelling such a delicious smell, they still ate the food that looked horrible.
This is the same feeling as when you watch others eat a full banquet, and there is only white porridge in the bowl you are holding.
How can I have the mood to take a look at my own bowl...
Chu Lian took the mutton skewers from the brazier, took them off, and put them one by one in a small plate. At this time, the mutton porridge was almost cooked. She wrapped the lid of the earthen pot with a cloth towel, and gently lifted the earthen pot. Opening, Chu Lian could feel four pairs of eyes behind her staring at her as she opened the crock pot. She shook her little finger and shook some tiny powder into the crock pot.
As soon as the crock was opened, a steaming hot air came out, blocking her movements, and along with the white air came out the strong aroma of mutton porridge.
Chu Lian didn't look up at the few people, he found a pottery bowl and filled half a bowl of fragrant mutton porridge in his own bowl, and then neatly stacked the mutton slices that had been roasted over the fire on the porridge.
The glutinous white mutton porridge with a milky fragrance was topped with dark roasted mutton slices. The visual impact almost made hungry people pounce on Chu Lian immediately and snatch the bowl from Chu Lian's hand.
Of course, the four people in the tent couldn't do this kind of thing, but they were really tickled by the delicious food.
Several people have been ordered to lurk in Liangzhou City for several months, and they eat mutton and beef every day, or else the damn green fruit porridge, even the white porridge, they have not eaten for several months, let alone Mutton porridge made in this way.
They are all spies, so of course it is impossible to study cooking skills. Of course, even if they want to study cooking skills, the general level of the Great Wu Dynasty is not much better.
Chu Lian sat back to his original position holding the pottery bowl, took the chopsticks from the side, picked up a piece of kebab and put it into his mouth.
It has to be said that the heat is just right, it can be called perfect.
Chu Lian's small face showed an expression of enjoyment because he had eaten the food he liked.
The few people who were watching were about to fall ill.
Even the woman with thick lips showed a bit of anxiety on her face.
In the end, it was the tall man with the two beards who couldn't bear it first. He inadvertently glanced at the crock pot that was still warm on the fire. There was still more than half of the crock pot of mutton porridge left.
Chu Lian's bowl didn't contain much at all, but there were mutton skewers piled up on the top layer, which made it seem too much.
The man swallowed, got up and walked to Chu Lian's side in two steps. His face finally changed from the expressionless one before.
The man's eyes squeezed slightly, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but unfortunately he might not smile often, and such an expression deliberately made to please is even more ugly.
"Xiangjun, let's discuss it."
Chu Lian finally lifted a small face from his bowl, and said "Huh?" full of doubts.