The food can't be disappointed, Yun Ting helped Lin Mumu tear the mutton, mix the seasoning and put it in front of her, and Lin Mumu was responsible for eating it.

Akenjiang also noticed Yun Ting at this time, and couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect Boss Zhong, you are a Han businessman, and you are quite good at eating, and you actually understand the eating method of our nation." ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I have gone to more places, I have seen more friends, I have learned a little bit of everything, I can't do business, I study and eat all day long." Yun Ting speaks the southern Hunan dialect, and he really looks like a businessman who travels from south to north.

"Our Dongtur people are the most hospitable, you can taste it, how does this mutton taste?"

Yun Ting cut a piece of lamb leg meat, dipped it in salt, and didn't put any other seasonings, just eat the original flavor, and gave Akenjiang a thumbs up after eating:

"This sheep is so good, it should be a lamb less than six months old, it has not been fed, it is basically grass, I guess, maybe it has not eaten hay. The meat is so delicious. ”

"Boss Zhong is an expert! I'll go get you two cups of butter milk tea. ”

Akenjiang was very happy to be praised, and he was embarrassed to say this to Lin Mumu himself, and the Han merchant brought by Lin Mumu himself did it for him.

When Akenjiang got up to make milk tea, Lin Mumu and Yun Ting exchanged a look, and it was obvious that both of them were beginning to suspect Akenjiang.

Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief, he is suddenly looking for Lin Mumu now, of course, not because Lin Mumu is dead and is not the wife of a comrade-in-arms, naturally because she is Ao Haijun's only daughter!

Akenjiang moved quickly, and after a few minutes came in with a tin kettle.

The kettle is bubbling hot, and you can smell the aroma of milk tea.

"I just burned it, put it on the stove, and boiled it for a while. Drink just right now.

You may have drunk milk tea in other houses, and if you put ghee, you are guaranteed not to drink it. ”

Akenjiang said, first put the kettle aside and put a piece of ghee in each of their bowls before starting to pour milk tea.

Seeing this scene, Lin Mumu still misses the days in the orchard, although there are annoying little hooligans, most people are still fine, especially the enthusiastic Aunt Aiman and the delicious begonia fruit, the most important thing is that she can be with Yun Ting carefree and don't care about other people's eyes.

Now, that's all they can do.

This is really not the first time Lin Mumu has drunk butter milk tea, and the hospitable Aunt Ayman of the Kazakh nationality has already prepared it for her.

Lin Mumu didn't say much, scooped a spoonful with a small porcelain spoon, drank it after it was cold for a while, and praised it with two words.

Akenjiang's craftsmanship is indeed very good, and his cooking milk tea is better than that of Aunt Aiman, but Lin Mumu still misses the taste that Aunt Aiman gave her, perhaps, because it was the first time to drink butter milk tea, or maybe because of a state of mind.

Yun Ting, Boss Zhong, of course, also followed Lin Mumu to praise Akenjiang, enliven the atmosphere of the dinner table, and play the role of a greasy and sleek businessman very well.

Getting the approval of the two, Akenjiang was obviously very happy, as soon as people were happy, he would talk a lot, and he kept recalling the things he knew with Yun Ting back then.

Listening to what he said, it also meant the same thing, that is, to tell Lin Mumu that he was very familiar with Yun Ting, very familiar, so familiar that he could trust his life and hate to see each other late.

Yun Ting is dead, he is very sad and sad now, and he can't breathe when he thinks of Yun Ting.