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Chapter 2040 I'll treat you to roasted potatoes
Chili frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "Oh my, isn't this Chili Sister? Long time no see!"

Chili, with a cold face, snorted, "Very well!"

Xiong Mengyan smiled and said, "That's good! Won't you invite me to sit down?"

Chili raised an eyebrow. "I'm just a maid. What right do I have to ask you to sit down?"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "Oh? Then who has the right to make me sit down?" Her eyes were alluring as she stared intently at the chili pepper!
The chili pepper was immediately put on hold!
It's inappropriate to call her Feng Jiuxiao, and even more inappropriate to call her Yuan Cishan. If she doesn't speak, judging from the way this woman is staring at her, she's clearly determined to stick to her guns! Seeing that the young lady doesn't seem to have any intention of breaking ties with her, it would be inappropriate for her to suddenly start cursing. What should she do?
Suddenly, Chang Zijin said, "Miss Xiong, there are exactly eight people at our table. It would be too crowded if you sat down."

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of being crowded!" She was secretly delighted. Whoever you are, say whatever you want, I'm definitely taking this seat today!
Chang Zijin laughed and said, "An eight-person table is already cramped with eight people. If you join us now, the other two people will feel uncomfortable too..."

“Miss Chang, you can’t be that petty, can you? We’re all men of the martial world, why be so dramatic? I’m a young woman and I’m not afraid of being squeezed, so what are these two old men afraid of?” As she spoke, she actually moved closer to Big Wolf and Zeng Yong, as if she was about to sit down between them!

Zeng Yong was startled and quickly moved aside, afraid that Xiong Mengyan would insist on sitting down, which would mean he would have to squeeze in with her—how could that be proper? He secretly glanced at Erni out of the corner of his eye. Erni's expression was indeed unfriendly!

Seeing that Zeng Yong had moved aside, Bigwolf reluctantly moved aside as well. A space suddenly appeared between them, and Xiong Mengyan had already placed a chair down!
Chili thought to herself: Wow, they're pretty quick. I haven't even done anything yet, and they're already sitting down?
Xiong Mengyan turned back to Wang Sheng and Duanmu Yan with a smile: "You two order your food first!"

Wang Sheng and Duanmu Yan exchanged a wry smile and replied at the same time, "Okay!"

Seeing Xiong Mengyan's shamelessness, Chili was completely speechless. Chang Zijin was also quite surprised, and forced a smile, saying, "Miss Xiong's lack of concern for details is truly admirable!"

Xiong Mengyan didn't care about Chang Zijin's sarcasm. As long as she could achieve her goal, she didn't care what means she used.

Her eyes were alluring, her breath sweet as orchids, "Miss Chang, what's the difference between us?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed!
Pang Shiwu, Chili, Zeng Yong, and Erni all changed their expressions at the same time!
What's going on here? A blatant slap in the face?

Chang Zijin remained unfazed and smiled, "I wonder what Miss Xiong means by this? We both have two eyes and one nose, how could we be any different?"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "There's only one difference between us."

Chang Zijin remained calm: "Oh? Which one?"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "You just arrived before me!"

Chang Zijin was immediately taken aback!
She secretly clenched her fists under the table, then relaxed them and said calmly, "Oh, so that's it. Well, that makes sense. As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another! Since you're late, you've missed so many opportunities!"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "Why isn't there any wine? Waiter, bring the wine!"

Although she had a smile on her face the whole time, everyone could see the loneliness behind her smile!

She greeted everyone except Yuan Zishan!
Everyone knows that Yuan Zishan is like a mountain pressing down on her!
Yuan Zishan suddenly said, "Miss Xiong, how have you been?"

Xiong Mengyan was taken aback, not expecting Yuan Zishan to ask the question first, and she didn't react for a moment!

Yuan Zishan didn't say anything more, but simply said, "Let's order!"

The young man who looked like Zaxi grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "Miss, what would you like to order?"

Yuan Zishan asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Losang!"

"Oh? Your name is also Losang? What a coincidence! By the way, what kind of food do you have at your shop? Come on, tell me, be as detailed as you can." Xiong Mengyan snapped out of her reverie, but Yuan Zishan's gaze had already shifted to the shop assistant. The topic had changed; if she rashly replied to Yuan Zishan now, she would only become a laughingstock! She sighed inwardly, thinking: Do I really have no chance against her at all?
Losang said, "Have some tea first, and let me list the dishes for you! What kind of tea would you like? Butter tea or brick tea? We have some freshly arrived Qinzhou bud tea..."

He was wrapped in a plain sheepskin robe, the cuffs greasy as if coated with a layer of transparent wax. The firelight made the two patches of high-altitude red on his cheekbones appear even deeper, and his white teeth even whiter.

"Use clean well water and boil it three times." Yuan Zishan tapped the table with her fingertips.

Losang grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Well water is icy cold! How about our Tibetan 'Chasuma', esteemed guest? Butter tea made with yak milk can warm the body!" As he spoke, he brought over a copper kettle with a pointed spout, from which salty, fishy steam rose. Before he could answer, his other hand magically produced a thick wooden bowl and flicked it with his knuckles.

"boom!"

A bowl of brown, glistening butter tea sat on the table, the milk skin swirling and cracking, releasing a few crumbs of roasted barley. Someone began to beat the dhamar, and Losang's voice, announcing the dishes, exploded in time with the drumbeats, quick and crisp, startling the wisps of smoke from the butter lamps in front of the shrine in the corner.

"The first dish—Ruturmang! In Chinese, it's called Thunderfire Roasted Yak Shank!" Losang shouted towards the kitchen at the same time, "Use yak shank from Lord Kalon's family! Roast it over a blazing fire until it has seven thunder patterns!"

Someone in the kitchen responded, and immediately the sound of a steel knife chopping bones filled the air! The cutting board shook as if it were about to crack!
Before long, someone brought over a three-foot-long piece of charred black beef shank on a wooden tray. Three thin slices were cut across the middle, revealing the blood-red meat inside, and sprinkled with red peppers and coarse salt.

A small utensil was slanted into the crevice of the flesh, its thin blade glistening with blood.

"Miss, look at these patterns, they're from grilling, we call it 'thunder stripe'! Every time the beef is cooked to perfection, it gets one more 'thunder stripe'!"

Yuan Zishan said, "So, the beef is currently medium-rare?"

"Yes! I'll divide it up for you all right away!" He quickly made dozens of cuts in the beef shank with his small knife, breaking the beef into several small pieces, then put down the knife. "Please enjoy!"

Chili peppers, of course, were the first choice; I picked up a piece and stuffed it into my mouth!
Losang said, "This second dish is called 'Nyerechacha,' which translates to 'sour radish with tsampa' in Chinese." He dug his fingers into the deerskin pouch at his waist, grabbed a handful of coarse barley flour, and tossed it into an empty bowl. Suddenly, he pulled a piece of butter from the nearby fire pit; feeling how hot it was, he immediately tossed it into the bowl—

A sizzling sound rang out, and yellow smoke rose into the air!

He stirred the mixture vigorously with three fingers, instantly turning the oil and powder into a bluish-gray clump. Then he slammed it onto the wooden bowl of pickled radishes on the corner of the table!
"Om!" The overturned tsampa rested on the tip of a pickled radish. For some reason, looking at the overturned bowl, Xiong Mengyan suddenly saw it as a tomb pierced with white bone spears! She shook her head, thinking: It seems I'm thinking of my grandfather's death again!
Losang said, "This third dish is called 'Chanam,' which should be called 'raw beef blood chili sauce' in Chinese!"

Someone from the kitchen brought over a stone mortar. Losang picked up the pestle and smashed it into the bright red meat paste, pounding it until blood splattered everywhere! Finally, he sprinkled in a handful of dark purple grass seeds and poured in half a spoonful of cold cow's blood, stirring it all together. The thick, scarlet paste was served in a wooden bowl, with a wooden-handled dagger leaning against the rim, its blade still clinging to fine bits of raw meat.

Chili frowned and grimaced. "Are we supposed to eat raw beef?" Losang laughed. "You'll see, young lady. It's quite a unique flavor!"

Xiong Mengyan laughed and said, "Try it, it might open the door to a new world for you!"

Chili looked disgusted. "I'm not like you guys, you dare to eat anything!"

Of course, Xiong Mengyan could tell that Chili was subtly mocking her identity as a witch from a demonic sect, implying that she would eat anything, not just raw beef!

She disagreed and laughed, "Girl, you have to be brave enough to try things, otherwise you won't be able to appreciate the wonders of this world!"

Some of the guests at those two tables actually applauded and cheered!

Xiong Mengyan frowned immediately!
I finally made it to the dining table, and now someone else is eager to put me on the menu!

Losang continued, "The fourth dish is called 'Shoda Droma,' which should be called 'salted frozen milk curds' in Chinese!"

A waiter brought a rough earthenware basin to the table, with the soft, white milk pudding trembling slightly.

Losang dipped his knuckles in salt and rubbed the edge of the basin: "This is milk residue frozen from snowmelt from the mountaintop! Cut it into slices with a silver knife, and dip it in cliff honey to relieve the initial spiciness!" The icy air seeped up the outer wall of the ceramic basin, condensing into tiny water droplets that rolled down.

Before anyone could pick up their chopsticks, he continued, "The fifth dish is 'Qiangku'! In Chinese, it should be called 'smoked black blood sausage'."

Losang brought out a large plate of grilled sausages from the kitchen. The sausage casings were charred and crispy, with purplish-black blood clots at the bends, and the cut ends were sharp like fangs. "These taste especially delicious!"

"The sixth dish is called 'Zhese Meiduo,' also known as steamed rice with mutton fat and ginseng fruit! I'll go prepare it now."

Soon, a wooden tray carried a rough earthenware pot. White steam rose from the jar's mouth, revealing a layer of dark red ginseng fruit at the bottom, covered with a layer of snow-white mutton fat steaming rice. Losang took out a wooden spoon and dipped it into the mutton fat: "A divine fruit that grows on Dead Man's Beach! Food blessed by the Living Buddha, eating it will bring you good health and freedom from disaster!" The oily, fragrant rice, mixed with the earthy smell, filled the air.

Yuan Zishan then said, "Losang, I just asked you to name the dishes, why didn't you ask me if I wanted to eat them before serving them?"

Losang was taken aback: "Huh? Miss, you don't like to eat these?" He was a little confused. If the guest didn't like them, why was that little girl in red with two buns in her hair eating them so heartily?
And why did that blond guy eat almost the entire beef shank?
Yuan Zishan laughed, "Alright, you name the dishes first, and I'll choose whichever one you serve, okay?"

Losang thought for a moment, then said blankly, "Okay!" He suddenly seemed to remember something, "Miss, these are the only specialties my family has. As for other dishes, they are all in the style of the Central Plains!"

Yuan Zishan was somewhat surprised: "Is this all the local dishes you have?"

Losang replied憨憨地, "Yes, Miss."

Feng Jiuxiao suddenly laughed and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

Yuan Zishan was somewhat skeptical: "You can cook?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "What's so strange about that? Back when Fifteen and I were broke, we were always stealing things, fishing, and picking sweet potatoes... We ate a lot of barbecue!" Everyone burst out laughing!
So, once you get your hands on something, there's only one way to do it—roast it!
Chili curled her lip: "That's called stealing? That's called pilfering sheep! And what did you just say? You roasted all that chicken, duck, fish and meat? You just lit a fire and roasted it, is that what you call cooking skills?"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "Stir-frying, stewing, deep-frying, braising, roasting, roasting, quick-frying, pan-frying, steaming, boiling, and simmering are all cooking techniques. How can roasting not be a cooking technique?"

Yuan Zishan said, "Alright, since Young Master Feng insists on showing off his cooking skills, then let's go! Roast some potatoes! I've had roasted potatoes before, and they taste pretty good!"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Alright!" He then looked at Luosang and asked, "Do you have potatoes here?"

Losang was taken aback. "Of course! Quite a few! Would you like some stir-fried potato slices or shredded potatoes with vinegar, sir?"

Feng Jiuxiao was taken aback. "Oh my, I didn't expect this chef to be so amazing! He actually knows quite a few Central Plains dishes. Where is he from? Is he from Tibet?"

"Oh, he's from the Central Plains, specifically from the Jiangnan region!"

"Then take me to see him."

"This... is unlikely... The kitchen is a restricted area, and the boss said that outsiders are not allowed to enter casually."

"Then call the head chef out to see me."

"But... he's busy cooking for the guests, he can't get away right now!"

"Then... prepare... prepare a hundred potatoes for me, and then... hey, perfect timing, you happen to have a small tea stove here that can come in handy, go prepare the potatoes, and don't forget to wash them clean!"

"Sir, why do you want me to take a hundred potatoes?"

"Of course I ate it!"

"Raw?"

"Didn't I just say we'd grill it?"

"How about roasted potatoes?"

"What, you've never eaten it before?"

Losang shook his head, "No!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "That's perfect, I'll treat you to roasted potatoes this time!"

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