Hot pot, an old pot made of copper, with charcoal in a big chimney in the middle, and a circle of soup troughs around it for cooking mutton.
Wu Zheng spent five taels of silver on such a pot. Almost all of the spices used in the base were bought in the West Market except for pepper. Qiao and Zawa fought a large bag back.
Luan Yin's knife skills are very good, the sheep does not need to be frozen, she can use a willow-leaf flying knife to cut every piece of mutton as thin as a cicada's wings.
Thirty catties of lamb, cut into meat rolls and put on the table, there is a lot, there are also frozen tofu, tofu skin, bamboo shoots, pig brain, mustard greens, fried pork skin... etc., as long as it is available on the market Arrived, no matter if he fits into the hot pot, he prepared a portion anyway.
According to Zawa's words, can it be used for hot pot? How can I know if I haven't tried it
So eight large tables can be piled up like a mountain of food, but the yellow hot pot in the middle is a bit too small, which makes people look strange.
It doesn't matter if you start eating first, or you will have to be cleaned up by Zawa's stupid girl alone.
"Joe, did you see anyone selling mosquito coils when you went to the West Market today?"
"What mosquito coil?" Luan Yin, with a piece of mutton in his mouth, looked at Wu Zheng curiously.
"I didn't ask you again, eat yours! Good things can't stop your mouth?"
Joe also gave himself a piece of lamb, dipping in the sauce, and said: "Yes, I saw Mingyan Zawa and bought a box."
"Oh, is it?" Wu Zheng suddenly became energetic. It was not Wu Zheng's intention to ask Qiao to buy mosquito coils in Sigali, but since Wu Zheng fished Qiao from Ye Dongcheng, she almost always went there. Take a look at the West Market.
And Wu Zheng would ask the same thing every time at this time, but every time he got the answer, Qiao shook his head, but now Qiaoju bought a mosquito coil. Could this make Wu Zheng unhappy
"What does the mosquito-repellent incense look like?"
"I'm a native, and he's dirty like the prince of Tuyuhun."
"Another blind, the prince loves to be clean now. Is that one person or several people selling mosquito coils?"
Qiao said: "Listen to that person they came here this time five people in total, but I only saw him one. By the way, what does he seem to be called..."
"That person is Chuan Gu." Seeing that Qiao couldn't remember for a while, Zawa who was stuffing his mouth answered: "He is from the Wazi tribe, a very tribe."
Wu Zheng couldn't help but asked curiously: "Zawa, do you know the Wazi tribe?"
Zawa nodded: "I listen to my mother, she used to belong to the Wazi tribe, because there was a white disaster in the area of Eling Lake that year, and the tribe had nothing to eat, so she was sold as a slave to the caravan. Later, I came to the capital... It was a poor place, a place poorer than the snowy field. How did you think of going to them to buy mosquito coils?"
Luan Yin also looked at Wu Zheng curiously and smiled: "If I remember correctly, your ranch is in the area of Eling Lake!"
When Zawa heard this, she seemed to have thought of something, and slapped her head and said: "Yes! I remembered, Master, your ranch is also there. Khan is really bullying, how can you put your ranch there? local?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Is Eling Lake bad?"
Zawa shook her head and said, "No, listen to my mother, that's a place where you can't get enough to eat. There is only one pot in a poor tribe. You can see that there are several pots in our big iron pot. Up."
Luan Yin said: "Zawa's words are correct. Eling Lake seems to be less than a thousand miles away from the king's capital, but it is similar to the Lingnan Road in Dazhou, even in the eyes of Tuyuhunrao. It is also a group of uncivilized natives."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "But they will soon each have a pot."
Qiao asked with red eyes: "My son, is Eling Lake really as bitter as sister Luanyin and others?" (End of this chapter)