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Chapter 213 The Aftereffects of Lamb Soup

The more they admired the great beauty, the more jealous the playboys were of the man surnamed Zuo who possessed her.

Most spoiled brats could only feel envious in their hearts.

But who is Zhao Rui?
He felt that the women in his backyard were far inferior to the great beauty.

My aunt had always wanted him to marry into the Ni family of Wuyue.

He even said that if he were to marry a woman with a generous dowry, he wouldn't have to worry about raising his children in the future.

Zhao Rui had no idea what his stepmother and biological father planned for his marriage.

But if he could marry one of his father's capable lieutenants, wouldn't he be able to secure his position as the heir of the Marquis's mansion?

Marrying a wife you like who is also very capable is better than marrying the legitimate daughter of some thousand-year-old noble family.
As for whether the beautiful woman will remarry?

He believed he could win her over with his sincerity.

Zhao Rui is quite confident about this!

What kind of presence did the Ningyang Marquis's Mansion hold in the entire Northwest?
As the eldest son of a marquis, he had both status and wealth, and was much younger than that old man.

At worst, he'll treat the beautiful woman's son and daughter as his own.

Of course, it's better to have your own biological child.

He stared intently at his reflection in the bronze mirror.

I can't imagine how handsome a child would be if this beautiful woman could give him a child who combines the looks of both parents.

With something on his mind, he naturally wanted to stay in the border town for a few more days.

Right now, the most important thing is to win over the Gan family.

He always makes sure to support the mutton soup business.

The stove and cookware were replaced in a timely manner.

The next day at Chenshi (7:00 AM).

A group of playboys gathered at the entrance of Ganweixian Restaurant.

The one hundred taels of silver they paid yesterday not only restored the smashed stove to its original state, but also booked two large private rooms.

The young masters weren't like those military households; they couldn't possibly slurp mutton soup in the main hall.

Zhao Rui personally sought out Gan's father and, in a very amicable and generous manner, ordered the food:
"Old Gan, first give each of you two large bowls of mutton soup, and also give us twenty catties of the best cuts of mutton bone meat."

Gan Hongzhen: "." No need for that, we don't even have enough mutton soup to go around!

But he couldn't refuse outright; his family didn't want to offend this playboy, who was suspected to be General Zhao's eldest son.

They were very polite today, and immediately handed over fifty taels of silver.

What can Gan's father do?
Just serve the dishes according to his wishes.

soon.

The milky white mutton soup was then served into the private room one after another.

Before the spoiled brats had even eaten, they began to lavish praise on Gan Mingshou in front of him:

"Oh my, just smelling this milky aroma tells me the chef's skills are top-notch! I've never smelled such delicious mutton soup in my life."

The guard had just beaten up that beautiful woman's brother yesterday, so he was a little embarrassed to be eating at her restaurant now.

夸！
Just praise them!

They'd all grown up together, and these spoiled brats could understand each other with just a glance.

"Great soup, great meat, great cooking!"

"No wonder it's the best mutton soup restaurant in Northwest China!"

"Oh dear, I can't wait any longer! I'm not afraid of burning my mouth, I'm going to eat it now!"

Unexpectedly, this commercial hype was truly well-deserved.

The arrogant young master, who wasn't afraid of getting burned, slurped a mouthful of soup from the bowl and his eyes lit up: "My God, what kind of divine soup is this?"

His expression was genuine, and the other playboys also picked up their large bowls.

"Slurp." "Slurp."

"Slurp."

Wow! Now I finally understand why Ganweixian only operates for one morning.

This mutton soup is so delicious and sweet that you'll want to drink it countless times after just one taste.

Dining etiquette that took many years to develop doesn't really work when it comes to drinking mutton soup.

I couldn't wait to put it into my mouth one spoonful at a time.

The only way to truly respect this bowl of piping hot mutton soup is to slurp it down in big gulps!

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are at the age when they have the biggest appetite.

The amount of mutton and offal in the soup sold normally is not enough for them to eat.

The free flatbread is open to anyone who wants it!
After finishing a bowl of soup, my appetite was just starting to return.

I had barely wiped my mouth when twenty pounds of hand-pulled mutton was served.

The tender white mutton looked like it had been cleaned very thoroughly.

With just a touch of salt, the tender and juicy lamb bursts with flavor on your tongue.

Extreme flavor.

The shop also offers specialty sauces such as dogwood sauce, shallot sauce, and chive blossom sauce.

I never get tired of it, I just can't get tired of it.

Each person finished two large bowls of mutton soup and twenty pounds of bone-in meat in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!
Several of the bigger eaters were still complaining that they weren't full.

I wanted to add meat, but was told that it wasn't available.

The portions of mutton soup and mutton at their restaurant are pre-calculated.

The first thing we ate was something unusual.

No one expected that this group of spoiled brats would patronize Ganweixian for three consecutive days.

The portions get bigger every day.

The third day was the most outrageous; they immediately ordered three sheep.

The regular customers still in line were in an uproar:
"What? Three sheep! They really ate this mutton like it was their main meal? Aren't they afraid of wasting it and getting struck by lightning?!"

"That's right, that's right! Boss Gan, you haven't killed enough these past few days. Before they came, ten weren't enough to sell, and now you've taken three more! What are we supposed to do, those of us who are at the back of the line? If I don't get to drink this soup in the morning, I'll be cursing all day!"

"Yes, the old imperial physician's advice on dietary supplements is really true! Ever since Ganweixian opened, our whole family has benefited from the nourishment! My mother and my wife both say that their hands and feet are no longer icy cold in the mornings and evenings of spring! Manager Gan, you can't stop providing our family with nourishing soups!"

"Old Gan, the Ang family's hopes for a son are pinned on your mutton soup. The Ang family has had only one son for three generations, and lately they feel like they've become useful again! Those young men are still so young, let them have a taste, that's enough!"

"Yes, yes, how much is enough for young people? We can't let the children eat too much. In the past, my children were most prone to catching colds in the spring, but this year they are all incredibly healthy. The old imperial physician's health regimen from Shangdu is truly effective!"

Most of these regular customers are old Wu-Yue people from the border town.

Descendants of the gentry were more knowledgeable about health preservation than commoners.

Naturally, they harbored great resentment towards the spoiled brats who robbed them of their resources.

It wasn't just the descendants of aristocratic families who appreciated the deliciousness of mutton soup; the border generals, who expended a great deal of energy every day, also highly praised the sweet and savory mutton soup.

Almost every morning, these generals would send their personal guards to Ganweixian to pack food, and of course, they would have to pay them money.

One earthenware pot of soup can hold five large bowls.

Old Man Gan, who knew how to treat people well, would always buy five bowls and give one away to his personal guards.

The guards almost came to blows every morning over this job.

Things are fine now.

These spoiled brats have no sense of martial ethics.

Ten sheep were sold in just half an hour.

What awaited them was an empty iron pot.

The guards immediately turned around and went to complain to their generals.
(End of this chapter)