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Soon, a plate of mutton was piled up into a small mountain of meat, and then Lin Fan placed the prepared dipping sauce aside.

"Serve the meal." Lin Fan pressed the bell.

Lin Yi walked over, picked up the copper hot pot, and steadily walked out of the kitchen, placing it on the table in front of Ye Wanxing.

Then, he turned back and brought over the plate of sliced ​​mutton, the dipping sauce bowl, and a clean strainer.

The moment the copper pot was placed on the table, the air around Ye Wanxing instantly heated up.

The fruitwood charcoal in the fire poker glowed red-hot, rapidly heating the clear broth at the bottom to a boil.

"Glug glug..."

The clear broth simmered, and white steam rose up.

A pure aroma of lamb bones wafted through the steam.

The smell is very clean; just smelling it makes my stomach feel comfortable.

Li Dayong, who was sitting diagonally across from me, was engrossed in eating noodles when he suddenly twitched his nose twice.

He looked up at the beef noodles in his hand, then turned to look at the copper hot pot on Ye Wanxing's table.

"Old Chen, can you smell it?" Li Dayong sniffed and lowered his voice, "This mutton hot pot... doesn't seem to have any gamey smell?"

Chairman Chen also put down his chopsticks. He swallowed and nodded.

As business owners with assets exceeding 100 million yuan, they frequently attend various banquets and social events.

Special lambs from Inner Mongolia and Tan sheep from Yanchi—chefs in those high-end restaurants have tried every possible method to remove the gamey smell: stewing, roasting, frying, and hot pot.

But no matter how well it's prepared in any high-end restaurant, mutton will always have a bit of the gamey smell it has from the womb.

But now, separated by two tables, the steam wafting from the copper hot pot fills my nostrils with only a pure, clean aroma of fresh meat, without a trace of any other odor.

The two exchanged a glance, neither speaking, silently watching Ye Wanxing's movements.

Ye Wanxing looked at the bubbling clear soup in front of her and picked up her chopsticks.

She picked up a thin slice of mutton and put it into the boiling broth.

The lamb slices were very thin, and when they came into contact with boiling water, their color changed instantly. The originally bright red slices quickly turned white, and the edges curled up slightly.

"Seven up, eight down," Lin Fan casually reminded her through the glass as he watched her movements in the kitchen. "You can eat it once it changes color; cooking it for too long will make it tough."

Ye Wanxing nodded and dipped the mutton slices in the water a few times.

The lamb was cooked in less than ten seconds.

She picked out the slices of meat and put them into the dipping sauce bowl in front of her.

The thick, savory sauce immediately coated the lamb slices. The salty and umami flavor of the chive blossoms, the subtle sweetness of the fermented bean curd, and the rich sesame paste blended perfectly together.

Ye Wanxing blew on the hot mutton and put it into her mouth.

The moment she bit down, her movements stopped.

The meat is so tender.

The thin slices of meat were not dry at all, nor did they have that tough, chewy texture. The fat melted at high temperatures, while the lean meat remained firm and springy.

As you chew, the sweet juices of the lamb burst forth in your mouth.

Combined with the complex aroma of the 88 sauce, this flavor directly assaults the taste buds.

Most importantly, it really has absolutely no gamey smell.

Ye Wanxing swallowed the meat.

A warm current slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and then spread out at the bottom of the stomach.

The chill that had blown in from outside seemed to dissipate considerably after this bite of hot meat. My whole body unconsciously relaxed.

She didn't say anything, then picked up the second and third slices of meat and put them into the pot to cook.

His movements quickened, and he ate until a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His face, which had been pale from the cold, now turned rosy.

Li Dayong watched Ye Wanxing eat with great gusto, and his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.

The aroma of burning fruitwood charcoal, mixed with the fragrance of mutton cooking in clear broth, wafted into his nose in waves.

"Old Chen, those slices of meat look really thin; they'll cook as soon as they hit the water," Li Dayong said, watching with longing.

Chairman Chen coughed lightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of water to cover up his embarrassment.

"Dayong, didn't you just say you couldn't stand the smell of mutton? Even your burps smelled bad after eating it."

"That depends on who cooked it," Li Dayong retorted confidently. "When has Lao Lin ever messed up his cooking? I think this mutton is not only not gamey, but also very fragrant."

Chairman Chen didn't respond, but his own cravings had been completely whetted.

On a cold morning, with a dry, chilly wind blowing outside, the thought of eating a steaming hot pot inside is incredibly comforting. All thoughts of the morning meeting and the smell of meat are forgotten in the face of this delicious aroma.

Li Dayong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He slammed his chopsticks down on the table, turned, and shouted loudly towards the cashier:

"Xiao Su! Give me one of those charcoal-grilled mutton hot pot!"

Hearing the voice, Su Xiaoxiao looked up and smiled, "Mr. Li, didn't you just say you don't eat mutton?"

Li Dayong blushed slightly and waved his hand, "It was windy just now, and my brain wasn't quite working properly. It's so cold, we need something hot to eat. Hurry up and get me a pot too!"

Chairman Chen, unable to sit still any longer, immediately chimed in, "Since Dayong ordered it, let's all try it. Xiao Su, add half a pound of meat. A half-hour delay in the morning meeting won't kill anyone; we can just change clothes after the meeting."

"Okay. One hot pot of mutton, plus half a pound of hand-cut fresh mutton, that'll be 1,332 yuan in total."

Li Dayong readily took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and paid.

Lin Fan heard the order being placed in the kitchen, but didn't say anything. He turned around to get a second copper pot, lit the charcoal again, and started cutting the meat.

Before long, the second copper hot pot was served.

Li Dayong couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and throw it into the boiling water.

The meat slices turned white and curled up. He picked them out, dipped them thoroughly in the sauce, and stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth.

"Hiss—whoosh—"

Li Dayong was scalded and kept panting, but he just couldn't bear to spit it out.

The tenderness of the lamb, combined with the aroma of sesame paste, melts in your mouth.

Li Dayong chewed a few times, swallowed, and slapped his thigh.

"Old Chen, today I finally understand what real mutton is. What I ate at those mutton restaurants before was just eating the seasonings. This is what eating meat is all about!"

Chairman Chen also dipped a piece in the broth and savored it carefully.

"Good meat. No strange taste at all, and it leaves you feeling warm all over."

Neither of them minded the heat; they took turns eating with their chopsticks, and half a pound of meat was gone in the blink of an eye. The temperature in the hall gradually rose because of the two charcoal hot pots.

People queuing outside the door gradually lifted the curtain and came in.

Upon entering, instead of the usual beef soup aroma, I was greeted by a rich and enticing aroma of mutton hot pot.

A middle-aged man in a jacket, who was walking at the front, sniffed and his gaze fell on the two bubbling copper pots.

He stared at the plate of freshly sliced ​​mutton with its red and white stripes on Li Dayong's table for a while, then swallowed hard.