Swallowing his saliva, Song Lanjiang held the scone in his left hand, raised his right forearm to habitually block himself, and took a big bite into the scone.

This bite brings a mixture of charred lamb and crispy scones into your mouth, and the roast lamb has a wheat aroma that absorbs the spiced fat from the roast lamb.

After taking this bite, Song Lanjiang instantly felt as if he had flown into heaven, and he didn't know whether to continue chewing or swallowing for a while, his mouth was nervous, and he almost bit his cheeks, which was so delicious.

Song Lanjiang forcibly resisted himself not to make strange moves to attract the attention of others, he tried his best to calm himself, controlled the frequency, and ate breakfast one bite at a time.

It didn't take much effort, Song Lanjiang had already begun to attack the second scone with meat, and his mouth was still chewing carefully, so Song Lanjiang saw everyone in the room put down the food in their hands and stood up.

Looking up at the door again, a person came in, it was the chef Xiliang who walked in slowly, and his tall body was still eye-catching.

Master Xiliang glanced at everyone in the room, and his eyes stopped on Song Lanjiang in the corner, and saw that Song Lanjiang not only did not stand up, but was still eating food there slowly one bite at a time.

Retracting his gaze, Master Kira turned around and took two pieces of scone with meat and rice soup, and walked straight to a small single table in the middle of the room and sat down.

When everyone saw that Master Xiliang was seated, the others sat down and then ate the food in their hands.

Soon, Song Lanjiang found that if he finished eating the scones in the original room, he could take them again.

This shocked Song Lanjiang, he felt that the old Mo family was too rich, and the food could make people eat all-you-can-eat, which made him dare not think that things really happened in front of him.

Song Lanjiang was no longer polite, ate the scones in his hand in a few bites, went to fetch a scone to eat, and took back to his seat to eat.

At such a fast speed, he ate eight scones in a row, and then drank the rice soup.

He ate a lot here, Song Lanjiang attracted the attention of others, and his small body seemed to be forever filled, and everyone who watched was amazed.

Song Lanjiang, who stopped eating, thought that he would have to help in a while, and felt that it would be good to eat eight points full, so he hurriedly cleaned up the table in front of him and walked out of the room under the attention of everyone.

In front of the door, Drew was basking in the sun, and when he saw Song Lanjiang coming out of the room, he came over with a smile and a greeting.

"Delicious food, isn't it?" Drew laughed.

"Delicious. "Song Lanjiang never hesitates to praise food.

"The food cooked by Master Xiliang is like this in Yilan City. Drew said, giving a thumbs up.

"Hmm. Song Lanjiang agreed very much, and also felt that everyone should respect him for the person who could make such delicious food, and Song Lanjiang decided that he must be polite when he sees Master Xiliang for the sake of food in the future.

"I'll go and deliver breakfast to Mr. Wu first, and you can just listen to Master Xiliang's arrangement in the back kitchen. Drew said.

"Mr. Wu?" asked Song Lanjiang curiously.

Drew saw that Song Lanjiang was curious, so he approached him and said, "Let me tell you a good word, Mr. Wu and Master Xiliang are not on the right path, and the two can't look at each other, so if they can not meet, they will not meet, you will go to Mr. Wu to help Master Xiliang in the future, and you will go to Mr. Wu's place, you will suffer." ”

"Got it. Song Lanjiang thanked Drew for giving his hand.

"Well said. Drew went back to his room, fetched his food, and walked briskly in the direction of the tavern.

The helpers who had finished eating from the room came out one after another, and two or three people talked, and each returned to the kitchen to start today's work.

Master Xiliang also walked out of the room at this time, and when he saw Song Lanjiang at the door, he stopped.

Pointing at Song Lanjiang, Master Xiliang didn't care about Song Lanjiang's reaction, and said, "Follow me." Turn around and leave.

Song Lanjiang didn't feel any discomfort, responded, and followed Master Xiliang's steps to a hut.

The door of this house was clanging, Song Lanjiang raised his eyes to see that several helpers wearing gray cloth clothes were chopping firewood in front of the door, and when the chopped firewood was piled up, they sent the firewood into the house and stacked it, and then took out the wood that had not been chopped and went back and forth to work.

This is the tavern's firewood room, which is very large, and the room is full of sawn wood more than a foot thick with a bowl mouth, and stacks of neatly chopped firewood on the other.

The three helpers who were chopping firewood saw Xiliang coming, hurriedly stopped what they were doing, and greeted them one after another.

Master Xiliang waved his hand and asked them to continue working, then turned back to Song Lanjiang and said, "You will chop wood here in the morning." ”

"Good. Song Lanjiang nodded and replied.

"Come on. Master Xiliang walked into the firewood room, and Song Lanjiang followed Xiliang into the firewood room.

Master Xiliang entered the firewood room, piled up the sawn wood with one finger, and said, "Take five and go out." ”

Song Lanjiang nodded, crossed Master Xiliang, and bent down to hold the wood.

"It's not this pile, it's black. Master Xiliang interrupted Song Liangjiang's movements, and then pointed to some black wooden stakes on the side of the wooden pile, which were easy to skip without looking carefully.

"Good. Song Lanjiang casually agreed, picked up a black wooden stake, his hand sank, and suddenly felt wrong, the weight in his hand was very different from the weight of the wood he had usually seen, but he had no doubt, picked up five heavy wooden stakes vigorously, and walked out of the firewood room step by step.

Master Xiliang then asked Song Lanjiang to put the wooden stake on the edge of the wooden pier where he was chopping firewood, and then asked him to take out a heavy large firewood knife from the firewood room and said, "Chop it first." ”

"Hmm. Song Lanjiang lifted the firewood knife in his hand, raised it high, and slashed at the stake.

The firewood knife was split on the wooden stake, but what Song Lanjiang did not expect was that not only did it not split, but the firewood knife was only embedded in the wood for a third of the time.

Song Lanjiang was a little unconvinced, he couldn't do it well by chopping firewood, he forcefully cocked the firewood knife out of the stake, and then swung the knife again, this time it was not as good as last time, only splitting the depth of two fingers wide.

"Stupid. Master Xiliang stopped Song Barrage, who was going to continue, picked up the black wooden stake and said to Song Barajiang, "Gobi iron wood, hard, don't brute force, split the texture." ”

After Master Xiliang finished speaking, he placed the wooden stake on the wooden pier, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out three fingers, and easily split the wooden stake with one hand.

Master Xiliang split the wood with his bare hands, which made Song Lanjiang suddenly feel very surprised, and he also saw that inside the split wooden stake, the cut surface was shallow and deep and shining with beautiful patterns.

Looking at Song Lanjiang's curious eyes, Master Xiliang said, "Gobi iron and wood are excellent for fire, and warriors like to make sword handles. Everything has a texture, and anyone can split it. Master Kira picked up the split half of the stake and put it on the wooden pier, put his index finger and middle finger together, and split it twice in succession, and in the blink of an eye, he saw three neat and beautiful pieces of firewood fall to the ground.

Master Xiliang patted the dust on his hands, looked at Song Lanjiang with gray eyes, pointed to the firewood on the ground and said, "Each piece of firewood should be three fingers wide, to ensure that the flame is evenly burned, before the lunch starts, you have to split 50 wooden stakes, otherwise there will be no food for you." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Song Lanjiang to respond, Master Xiliang turned around and left.

Song Lanjiang saw Master Xiliang leaving, thought about it, picked up the stake and began to observe the lines, chopping wood and splitting the lines, Song Lanjiang also knew, but the texture of the Gobi ironwood was too fine, and he learned from Master Xiliang to draw on the stake with his hand while watching.

Song Lanjiang is studying the splitting of the Gobi iron wood in the firewood house, two streets away from the Yilan Chengdong Market, which will already be full of traffic, walking into the market area in the east of the city, his ears are filled with all kinds of sounds. Bargging, introducing the price, selling the goods and calling them unlucky, and calling for them after buying them, all converged into a "buzz", interspersed with hearty laughter.

Because it was morning, people were eating breakfast, and of course, there were many people at the scone spicy beef soup stall. The long table was full of people, some were drinking soup, some were sitting on the seats waiting for the "little two" to serve the food, and some were chatting while eating...... And the scone maker is busy but not messy.

There were two people eating and talking......