In the alley, you can smell a scent of meat.

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, indicating that he should not be anxious.

"This store has been around for a long time," Su Yun observed carefully and asked back.

"This guy's eyes are so bright, it's been more than a hundred years." The middle-aged man let some people in and introduced him: "My surname is Zhang, Gong Changzhang, Zhang Weiyu."

"Hello Mr. Zhang." Zheng Ren nodded and said.

"Please please inside, please inside." Zhang Weiyu greeted him in a humble and arrogant manner, and sent Zheng Ren and his group of six into the inner room.

Xie Yiren walked in happily. The mutton tasted stronger in the room, but there was no big pot and other ingredients. It was just an empty house, a table and a circle of chairs.

"Someone, wait a moment, I'll take care of the heat, I'm afraid my guy won't do it well." After greeting Zhang Weiyu, he smiled and retreated.

"It smells so good!" Xie Yiren did not hide her happiness. After a super-large operation, she could eat a particularly fragrant meal of meat. She really had no pursuit in life.

Liu Xiaojie looked at Boss Zheng holding Xie Yiren's hand. Xiao Yiren looked simple and eager to eat meat, thinking that this world was really weird.

It's just meat, so?

"The water-land sheep are not as delicious as the dry-land sheep, the plain sheep are not as delicious as the mountain sheep, the low-altitude sheep are not as delicious as the high-altitude sheep, and the sheep in warmer areas are not as delicious as the sheep in high-altitude sheep." Su Yun smiled and said, "Yiren, guess where is the mutton?"

As he said that, a few people sat down first. The legs were all silly, they were all their own people, and there was nothing to be polite about.

"I smell it." Xie Yiren closed her eyes, her little nose flickered, and she was smelling the scent of mutton very seriously.

It would be nice to smell the mutton, but what kind of mutton is it? Anyway, Zheng Ren will definitely not be able to tell it.

Feng Xuhui was a little confused and asked, "Brother Yun, it seems that mutton is the best in Xiqi."

"What you are talking about in the Western Banner is a general term, the new Barhu Right Banner of Hulunbuir City. The mutton is indeed good, but it is not enough." Su Yun also began to smell it. Zheng Ren felt that his smelling things looked like Erhei.

"Is there any difference?" Feng Xuhui asked.

"What a pity." Su Yun sighed and said, "Su Yun, such a good mutton, just keeps up with the current weather."

"Uh..." Feng Xuhui really didn't understand this time.

"The colder the day, the better the lamb is! It is best to be in the twelfth lunar month. Goose feathers are falling outside at minus 20 degrees below the sea. Stew a pot of lamb. The taste and feeling are the right thing." Su Yun felt very sorry, "Now, the environment outside is wrong, and the taste is always a little worse."

"..." Liu Xiaojie felt that these people were really good at pretending. Why did they still eat meat like the New Year? They couldn't eat it in the snow in the middle of winter?

However, even if she had ideas and opinions, she couldn't say anything to Su Yun.

"Brother Yun, you want to eat mutton." Feng Xuhui smiled and said, "I'll ask the boss where I bought this meat. Let's find time to go to my place to eat."

Su Yun smiled, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, asked for it three times, and said with a smile: "Good mutton, I didn't buy it, I want to make it."

"alley?"

"Generally, people who are more particular about eating will buy the back goat, that is, the sheep from the Yinshan Mountains; those who are more particular will buy the Ximeng sheep, which is the Xilin Gol League, Inner Mongolia.

More particular about eating native breeding sheep, but sheep that has not been improved. I have eaten the little lamb from Ximeng once, which is the lamb before and after weaning. It melts in the mouth and tastes delicious." Su Yun's eyes are half open and half closed, and his black hair is floating on his forehead, as if he is also recalling the smell of meat.

Feng Xuhui didn't expect there would be so many statements and was stunned. If he were to follow Su Yun's statement, he would be the kind of person who was the least particular person.

Chang Yue looked around and said that she was not interested in what to eat, but she thought that if there was good meat, the wine should be good.

"It is said that a qualified herdsman's housewife will take less than fifteen minutes from slaughtering to washing the sheep." Su Yun continued: "That time I saw the sheep killed by the herdsman's housewife. With one knife, she pulled the sheep's artery and kept the blood sausages. A knife was not worse than the boss. A few times a sheep was unloaded. A pot of water, a handful of salt, and there were grass residues floating in the water, and some sheep dung eggs."

"Don't talk about this, it's too disgusting." Zheng Ren frowned.

"Is that what you did? Don't you feel down-to-earth?" Su Yun disagreed.

Zheng Ren was worried that Xiao Yiren would feel nauseous when she heard it, but turned her head to look at it. Xiao Yiren's nose wings were slightly twitching, and she was still smelling the smell of mutton.

"A pot of clean water, a few pieces of green onions, a few dried peppers, a handful of pepper, a handful of salt, and a few slices of ginger. Inner Mongolia's meat is like the iron pot stew in Northeast China, and it is very rough and has exquisite ingredients." Zheng Ren quickly changed the topic.

"People who usually only eat instant noodles are not qualified to speak here." Su Yun said coldly.

"Who said that today's meat, I guess it's Wuzhumuqin sheep." Zheng Ren smiled.

Su Yun was stunned for a moment. He guessed that Wuzhumuqin sheep was also the one he guessed. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiren didn't say it, but Zheng Ren said it.

"What is Wuzhumuqin sheep?" Feng Xuhui looked confused with capital letters.

"The specialty of the Wuzhumuqin grassland in Xilingol League, 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 looks very easy to identify."

"Is the colors different? What's so strange?" Liu Xiaojie really couldn't stand Su Yun's keeping talking style and said coldly.

Feng Xuhui couldn't stop him even if he wanted to stop him.

"You don't understand this." Su Yun didn't care either. He sat at the table and tapped his fingers on the table. "If you open a shop and use ordinary mutton to pretend to be Wuzhumuqin sheep to make roasted whole sheep, can I smash your store or not?"

"I don't believe it." Liu Xiaojie thought to herself, can you still see that the roasted lamb is black and white? Nonsense.

"Don't listen to him, he's trying to fool you." Zheng Ren said: "Blackhead and white body are just superficial characteristics. The most important feature of Wuzhumuqin sheep is that its skeletal structure is different from other sheep."

"Yes." Su Yun clasped his hands and smiled: "A few years ago, there was a joke that he went to a restaurant to eat roasted whole lamb. Did the doctor forcefully make two legs missing? From then on, I thought I had to play with it if I had the chance."

"What's so fun about this?" Zheng Ren said: "Are you tired? Have you had surgery all night and have to play Lego? It's so naive."
Chapter completed!