"The county lord wants to spend the New Year with Vantage, it can be seen that Vantage is also higher than the sky in the heart of the county lord?"

Finally, Yu Wentong still found an innocuous topic.

Liu Ye frowned lightly, and jumped out of a little joy without concealing it, but there was no shyness, "Mo Wu doesn't feel that her husband is taller than the sky, she just wants to be with the person she likes." ”

Simple, straightforward, Yuwen Tong has an illusion of being deeply hurt, even if his position as prince is deposed, even if he kills his father and kills his first, he doesn't have this feeling of pain of being stabbed in the heart, worrying, liking, all the pain, loneliness and torment filled by his ambitions, the pain, this moment is overwhelming, so that he can stabilize his love for a long time, and finally he didn't say anything more.

The charcoal fire was blazing, Yu Wentong stopped talking, and Mo Wu easily enjoyed the changing dance of the brave on these few fruits.

When the dancers stopped, the tent was lifted, and a cold wind carried the smell of barbecue to every corner of the tent.

Then two men in black walked in carrying a browned roasted whole sheep, followed by four men in civilian clothes with trays.

The two men in black put the sheep in the center, then took out four knives with black bodies and white blades from under the sheep, cut the mutton into pieces, cut each piece carefully and evenly, and placed it delicately on the earthy yellow clay plate, and then brought it to each seated person on several tables in the order of dignity and inferiority.

Because I was stuffed with stewed mutton and fruit just now, my stomach is not very free now, so I ate a piece at random, and I felt a little greasy, so I didn't eat it again.

"The county lord doesn't like it?"

"The lamb stew just now was so delicious, I didn't pay attention to eating a little more, and I can't eat it now."

Mo Wudao.

"The county lord is a Jingyao person, he must eat less mutton, this is my favorite product of the Yun people, that is, no one in the whole world can be more delicious than our Bayun roasted mutton, that taste, is the rare treasure that God has given us Bayun, and it is the generosity of the god of Mulian."

The man who spoke was sitting cross-legged opposite, a bearded man of about forty with a huge body, with wine stains on his mouth, and his voice was deafening.

Seeing that people were thinking about themselves, Mo Wu unconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and made sure that there were no food residues, so he raised his head and smiled: "

The general likes roast mutton, and I also like roast mutton, but the lord of this county likes to grill lamb chops and leg of lamb more than whole lamb barbecue.

”

"Grilled lamb chops?

”

A noun that I had never heard of, the big man's eyes were straight, "I know what a leg of mutton is, what is a chop?"

”

"It's the ribs of a sheep.

”

"Cut, what's so delicious about that.

”

If it's not a large piece of meat, the bearded man is not interested.

"The general doesn't know the method, so he finds it boring.

”

"And the method of roasting sheep that we Bayun people don't know?

”

The bearded man felt insulted, and there was some anger in his words.

"The county lord said that there was something delicious about a few ribs.

”

"First cut the ribs into strips, five sticks, the quality is better, then use a sharp knife to pierce some small holes, and then marinate with a variety of secret seasonings for a whole day and a night, let the flavor of the seasoning enter the depths of the ribs, and then roast for a while with divine fire.

”

"Secret condiment?

Divine fire?

Moment?

”

The bearded man was even more disdainful, and there was also a sound of ridicule in the tent, "The county lord has never roasted mutton, I don't know, no matter where the roasted mutton is, this heat cannot be saved, it needs to be of the right size, and it needs to be controlled for a long time, for a moment, what kind of divine fire is that?"

”

"Feng Yao Wang Fei Yu Divine General's Divine Dragon Fire.

”

The content is purely nonsense, but after a long time, it is also easy to come by.

Mo Wu happily admired the face that was a little unbearable for those moments, "I have eaten too much roast mutton, and the county lord's favorite is the lamb chops that the Flying Feather God will roast, which is delicious and clean, and has the original natural taste of the food, and can be added or subtracted at will."

”

The divine dragon is a rare thing in the world, and it is rumored that the fire dragon outside the Shenlong Mountain is only the flying feather god general of King Feng Yao, and it will be used to roast mutton, and only Mo Wu here said that he has eaten it, and no one dares to exaggerate how good Ba Yun is now.

"The county lord is magnificent, then King Feng Yao would actually be willing to hand over her divine dragon to the county lord to use - barbecue?

”

No one will believe it.

Mo Wu smiled generously, "It's a joke, your country's roast mutton is delicious, but it's true that your belly has been filled with your country's stewed mutton, and I can't eat it."

”

The silver-haired old man who Yuwen Tong was with recently glared at the young man who spoke, and said in a low voice: "King Feng Yao not only asked Feiyu to bake food for the county lord, but also often shared it together.

”

Not to mention the young man who asked him, even the others who heard this, also felt that their jaws were going to fall on the carpet today.