Jar meat, to use lamb that is not fat. The one in Yu Jian's hand is a grain-fed freshly slaughtered Luobu sheep, fat and thin. According to the proportion, each jar is proportional, a piece of mutton with a handful of chickpeas, two pieces of yellow radish, an onion half of the first half and then half of it, and then add a little raisins, dates and wolfberries.

Inspired by Yu Jianguo, Yu Jian made a simple shelf, put the meat in the jar on the naan pit and boiled it, and the pit was baked with sesame naan cakes, and the fragrance of grains was accompanied by a burst of meat aroma, one is heavier than the other.

At eleven o'clock, the meal arrived. Old faces poured into the door again.

When you enter the door, there is a strong smell of sheep, which stimulates the appetite of diners, and from time to time glances at the door curtain of the back kitchen, and licks the corners of your lips.

"Boss, this smell ...... today. It's not ordinary!" Xiaobao went to the door to play in the snow after eating, and the young mother kept a high level of attention while talking to the proprietress at the same time.

The proprietress spat out the melon seed shell and said mysteriously, "Don't say it, you guys are really blessed!"

So, under the anticipation of everyone, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in the back kitchen. Small nature is a small stream that everyone is familiar with, and a big one...... Wearing a mask and revealing a pair of eyes, it was indescribably similar to the little girl in front of her.

Xiaobao tilted his head and bit his fingers and asked cutely, "Sister Xiaoxi, who is that uncle?"

Xiaoxi half-crouched down, scratched his little nose, and blinked, "That's my dad!"

The word "Dad" is a bit unfamiliar to Xiaobao, whose father has been away for many years, and only comes back once during the New Year's holidays. Xiaobao's impression of him is only a quick glimpse in the video, and the voice that always calls him by name.

He turned around, threw himself into his mother's arms, rubbed his mother's waist, and said weakly, "Xiaobao...... Xiaobao also has a father!"

The young mother's eyes were red, she touched his head, and whispered comfortingly: "Of course, Xiaobao's father is the one who likes Xiaobao the most."

But I also firmly thought in my heart again: it was time to meet the child's father.

Today's menu is surprisingly rich. Sharp-eyed diners found that the two dishes here are southern practices, look at the sour and spicy chicken offal, red and spicy, but when they eat it, they find that there is no spicy taste as imagined, and there is even a hint of sweetness. Look at the tip of the emerald green spinach, after blanching in water, it is mixed with garlic paste, the green is crisp and refreshing, and it is crunchy under one bite.

There are also two portions of meat in the jar......

Well? Two ???

The diners looked at the two identical tea jars in front of them, and they were a little confused.

"What is this?" Some people pointed to the teapot and didn't dare to open it, but their throats shook desperately, revealing a greedy look. No way, it smells so good......

The old god of the proprietress was there, and she looked like you had won a bargain, and said, "You all have a taste, and you will vote later—"

Yu Jianguo happily cooked, it was the first time he did such a job, and he felt that it was a lot of fun. Especially when the students pretended to be pitiful and said kind things to ask him to bring two more pieces of meat, that kind of heartfelt pride, not to mention how happy he was.

The young mother pointed to two identical tea pots and asked her son, "Which one do you want to eat?"

Xiaobao and a little mouse walked back and forth between the two teapots, and it took a long time before he made a difficult choice: "That's it!"

The young mother pushed his choice in front of him: "If you choose it, you can only eat your own!" The two of them only took two servings, Xiaobao couldn't eat too much, and the rest must still fall into her stomach.

Xiaobao looked at the teapot in front of his mother with some hesitation, and gritted his little teeth: "Okay!"

The lid was carefully lifted, and the water vapor condensed into soup dripping on the lid and rolled around, and then fell back into the army, and the sound of "ding dong ding dong", accompanied by bursts of fragrance, captured Xiaobao's heart at once.

"Wow! It's milk!" Xiaobao was amazed, the soup in the teapot was milky and milky, the same as the milk he drank. No—milk doesn't have that aroma!

He grabbed the spoon, scooped it himself, blew twice, and put it in his mouth. Broth sauce

The water is sweet and has a warm mellow aroma that spreads into the mouth little by little.

Xiaobao didn't know anything too flowery, he just felt that it was a fresh taste that he had never tasted when he was so big. But the others are different, they only take a sip, and they taste the extraordinary taste of this tea pot.

The elegance of the mutton is repeatedly compressed with the high temperature and fire, condensing into drops of rich soup, and the grandeur of the grassland and the warmth of the sheep seem to be fused into this broth.

Fresh and fragrant.

This is their most intuitive feeling of the soup.

Repression.

It's a lingering fragrance left behind as the soup slides into the throat.

If you don't taste the taste of the herbs carefully, you can't taste it, but you can find clues between the wisps, which makes people have a long aftertaste......

Another bite of lamb, it's a different taste. The leg meat is full of tendons, but it is stewed softly, but it is surprisingly delicate. The meat absorbs the essence of the soup, and when it rolls on the tip of the tongue, it overflows with different flavors. It's just a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of meat, and I can't wait for people to swallow their tongues together.

There was no sound of talking in the restaurant for a long time, and everyone was immersed in the pleasure brought to them by the meat in the jar, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

Yu Jianguo looked at everyone's expressions with satisfaction as they drank the stewed mutton soup he made, and showed a provocative smile to his daughter. The smug look on his face seemed to feel like he had won.

"The best is yet to come." Yu Jian silently mouthed him and motioned for him to continue looking. The stewed mutton soup in the south is rare, and naturally it is a bit preemptive, but people are still more affectionate about what they are used to eating.

As she expected, after a brief moment of shock, everyone's eyes shifted to another tea vat. As soon as the corner of the lid was opened, a familiar smell came to my nose, and the expression on my face softened unconsciously.

Inside, it is a shiny lamb bone meat, mixed with radish and tooth skin, with a unique strong aroma. The students' hands had reached for the pepper on the table, sprinkled a thick layer, stirred, and took a big sip on the teapot......

The thick soup stained with mutton fat stars, moistened by pepper, brings a little spicy, but perfectly neutralizes the slight fat of the mutton soup, and it is beautiful but not greasy. The hot soup ran down the throat to the stomach, and the warm current instantly swept through the body.

The yellow radish is stewed soft and glutinous, and it melts between the lips with a slight sweetness. The tooth skin is also stewed to remove the original spiciness, leaving only the sweetness unique to vegetables, but it is crispy, and you can feel the slightly hard touch of your teeth in contact with it when you bite into it.

It's delicious and spicy...... It's their favorite taste of Xinjiang Province......