Murong Li's stomach "gurgled", interrupting An Huaijin's next words.

"I don't know Huaijin, can I have the honor to invite Miss Li to another light meal?"

Murong Li smiled awkwardly, and was about to refuse, but his eyes quietly turned twice.

Anyway, I also helped him a lot, and it wasn't difficult for him to ask for a meal, and he could save himself money.

Murong Li smiled and said.

"Speaking of which, it's really fateful. I've been to a small shop where the lamb stew is particularly delicious, and I'm about to come to An'an Pharmacy to get some cumin, Yebai has already gone to buy vegetables, if it's convenient, let's go together. ”

The group went to Lao Suo's mutton restaurant in a grand way.

"Why didn't you say anything to my old head Liu in advance?"

Old Liu Tou pretended to blame and said.

"Wait, the lamb stew will be served soon. ”

"Old Liu'er. ”

Murong Li looked at him with a smile.

"I have a new idea for mutton! Why don't we experiment with it? I've had a mutton soup called shabu mutton before. It is to stew the lamb bones with chives, ginger and garlic mushrooms together according to the method of stewing mutton until white. Then set up a small stove on the table, put a soup pot on the stove, and pour the freshly cooked mutton soup into the pot. Then cut the mutton into thin slices, make a sauce with wine, sauce, pepper, and cinnamon, and when the soup is boiled, slices of meat are simmered in the soup, and vegetables can also be soaked. And everyone eats together, which is very atmospheric. Three or five friends gathered together, chatting and laughing, and eating at will. ”

"Miss Pear's idea really makes An admire, I wonder if this way of eating has a name?"

Murong Li scratched his head.

"Because the pot is boiled over a fire, I named it hot pot. ”

An Huaijin gently shook the folding fan, looked at the scenery outside the window, and chanted two lines of poetry.

"The waves are clear and the river is snowy, and the wind is shining in the evening. Why don't you call it a dixia?"

The small copper pot stove was quickly served under the arrangement of Ying San, Ye Bai and Lao Liu Tou.

But no matter how much this mutton is cut, it can't be cut to Murong Li's satisfaction.

I don't know where to build, that kind of knife that sharpens iron like clay and is small?

Murong Li looked at An Huaijin and secretly pondered in her heart.

This An family is the second richest merchant in Lizhou City except for my Murong family.

An Jia, who was the first to start with weapons, is also very famous in the whole Daling.

With their help, can you make the scalpel you want?

Murong Li's eyes revealed excitement, so he briefly explained his thoughts to An Huaijin.

An Huaijin pondered for a moment and thought for a while.

"Do you have any drawings? If it's simple, my shop can be built. ”

Murong Li found a pen and paper, and drew the size and requirements of the scalpel in three or two clicks.

When An Huaijin saw this picture, the look of surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.

"This knife is so delicate, I'm afraid my shop can't do it. You go to Xiwu Mountain in the north of the city, take my token, and go to the peach forest on the mountainside, find a forest keeper named Li Shuncai, and he will take you to find someone who can make this knife for you. ”

As soon as he heard this, Murong Li was instantly ecstatic, and the corners of his mouth were grinning on the way back.

After going back, Murong Li stepped up his cultivation of the exercises taken out in the library pavilion.

When Murong Li was able to breathe without breathing, he successfully ran the internal breath for a hundred weeks.

Murong Li decided to take Ying San and go to find the Peach Forest Keeper.

Yi Liu is yin, the autumn wind is sorrowful, this hillside is really barren and populated.

However, it is quiet enough to take this path to save a lot of time.

For some reason, Murong Li just wanted to create the most handy scalpel in his previous life, and he also went to amusement and play.

"Whew...... Rustle......"

The wind blew up the green leaves.

The mountain road was secluded, there were few pedestrians, and a special smell poured into Murong Li's nose.

It's the smell of sweat!

With the acumen he had accumulated over the years of escaping death, Murong Li immediately entered a realm of twelve points of tension.

A faint murderous aura wafted through the air.

Murderous? There are still people in this city who attack themselves.

Murong Li glanced at Ying San, and he noticed the strangeness in the air.

So the hand rested on the hilt of the sword, as if ready to unsheath at any moment.