Next, Liu Mang added sesame oil to the prepared sesame sauce in turn, crushed curd **, leek flower sauce, light soy sauce, crushed peanuts, coriander foam and other condiments, and stirred well with chopsticks.

"Well, it tastes very good!" Liu Mang tasted.

The flavor of the dipping sauce is strong, and when you suck it gently, the aroma of tahini rushes straight to your throat. The various condiments are layered and ripple on the tip of the tongue in turn.

"Brother Mang, my table is all set. Are your dishes ready?" asked Wu Jing, poking her head in from the door.

"Alright, you can take the mutton out, and I'll raise the stove." Liu Mang put down his chopsticks and leaned over to take out a copper pot from under the board. Then burn the charcoal on the stove, add it to the eyes of the copper pot, pour in boiling water, and throw in a few slices of old ginger and half a green onion.

Walking out of the kitchen with the dipping sauce ready, Jeba was already sitting at the table and straightened up, looking forward to it.

"Come on. Liu Mang brought the dipping sauce into a small bowl to the table, and then turned back to the kitchen to serve the hot pot. But when he returned, he was taken aback - Comrade Jeba was drinking with relish.

"Jeba, how does it taste?" Liu Mang couldn't help but laugh.

"It tastes so good, it would be even better if it was dipped in bread!" Comrade Jeba licked his lips.

"You bastard! I haven't eaten hot pot!" Wu Jing, who came out with vegetables, laughed: "This is for you to dip in mutton to eat!"

"Monk, tell my master and uncle to eat. Liu Mang helped set the vegetables on the table.

Today's meal is rich in side dishes in addition to the cut lamb.

There are wild mushrooms, sliced potatoes and lotus roots, a variety of washed green vegetables, and frozen tofu and sweet potato vermicelli.

"It's so hearty!" Bu Yu took the lead in walking in from outside the temple, sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks and dipped them in some dipping sauce, put them in his mouth, and sipped them: "Fragrant but not greasy!

"Master, if you want the taste to be a little lighter, you can add some ingredients yourself. ”

"Don't, just right!"

"This mutton is cut well!" Han Shaobai also walked in, picked up a piece of mutton slices, and shook it at the light under the corridor: "Thin as a page, the slices are even!"

"Old ghost, you should take out your monkey wine today for everyone to taste, right?" asked Wu Jing.

"Yes. Bu Yu nodded: "There is a jar in the eye of the stove that is not commonly used next to the kitchen stove." ”

"Okay, you old ghost! Hide things and get more and more sophisticated!" Wu Jing laughed and scolded, and hurried away.

"Master, it's time to order mutton. Liu Mang reminded.

"Okay!" Bu Si picked up the plate and put a whole plate of mutton into the pot.

"It's better for you to be a little bit better, it's like asking Hanako to grab food. Han Shaobai glanced at him angrily, stretched out his chopsticks to hold a few slices of mutton in the middle of the pot, and shook gently in the tumbling water.

"You know a fart! Shabu mutton is a happy picture!" Bu Si forked his chopsticks in the pot, and most of the plate of mutton that had been poured just now was on his chopsticks: "You soak it slowly, I'll eat it first." ”

Han Shaobai was angry, he picked up the few slices of mutton he had shabu-shabu and rolled them in the dipping sauce a few times, and then put them in his mouth.

Silently poured into the 'sheep brain', its meat fat and thin, after the pot only needs to be slightly scalded, the color will quickly turn from red to white, sent to the dipping sauce to dip on, that is really fresh and tender, melt in the mouth.

"It's delicious!" When the umami of the mutton slices slipped through the taste buds, Han Shaobai praised it.

"My apprentice made it, so do you still need to say?" Bu Yu happily picked up a full of chopsticks and mutton and put it into his mouth, chewing it heavily: "Monk, where is the wine?"

"Come on, come on!" Wu Jing walked out of the kitchen holding a jar: "You old ghost, just hide in the stove, and bury it in the ash heap, Buddha I dug for a long time!"

"Sit down!" Liu Mang greeted and poured a plate of lamb nest meat into the edge of the pot.

"Don't wait for me. Wu Jing snorted, first poured everyone full of wine, and then picked up a few pieces of hot lamb nest meat and put them in his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch!" These ribs of the lamb have a little fascia and crispy bones, and the taste is richer than the tender and refreshing 'sheep brain'.

"It's beautiful!" Wu Jing's eyes narrowed into a slit, and the chopsticks in her hand kept clipping.

"Jeba, why don't you speak today?" Liu Mang couldn't help but ask when he saw Comrade Jeba, who was usually quite active, silently saying nothing there.

"Talk less, eat more. Jeba had a dipping sauce on his mouth: "Your master taught me." ”

"You're a quick learner. "Liu Mangle is happy.

Everyone feasted, and the mutton was poured into the pot one by one. Halfway through the meal, the door of the temple was pushed open, and Wang Da Hammer hurried in.

"It's over, the Lord is here!" Wu Jing, who was sitting in front of the door, was stunned, and her chopsticks almost fell to the ground.

"Who?" asked Han Shaobai.

"The old king under the mountain, this sheep is raised by him today. Wu Jing shrank her head and whispered back.

"Uncle Wang, you are here, sit down. Liu Mang hurriedly stepped aside and pulled out the chair.

"Lao Wang, you are too inauthentic. Yes, we were wrong, but we didn't mean to. Wu Jing stood up: "Besides, Brother Mang'er said that he would compensate you, and he would definitely compensate you, you can't chase us and hold on tightly." ”

"Who said I came for sheep?" Wang Dazhui was stunned.

"And who are?"

"Uncle Wang, sit down and say. Liu Mang took a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of dipping sauce: "Have you eaten?" ”

"Is this the meat of my sheep?" Wang Dazhui took the chopsticks handed by Liu Mang, glanced at the table, and asked.

"Uh...... Yes. Liu Mang said with a dry smile.

"I came this time to ask Master Liu for help. Wang Dazhui raised his chopsticks and hesitated, and finally put them down.

"What's busy, you say. ”

"Didn't you help me organize a banquet last time? My nephew got married in a few days, and he heard that Master Liu was here today, so he must ask me to let you help him do it once. ”

"No problem. Liu Mang agreed in one bite.

"Then please Master Liu. Wang Dazhui said happily.

"It should be, it should be. Liu Mang nodded again and again: "I'm really embarrassed about this today, it's good if you don't blame me." ”

"Hey~ Things have happened, what else?" Wang Dazhui waved his hand: "I'm not such a stingy person." ”

"Uncle Wang, after a while, I will definitely find a good breeding sheep for you to come back, and you will be satisfied. ”

"Xiao Wang, I understand my apprentice's character, and his speech has always been a spit and a nail! Silence also started a round.

"I know ......"