Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

"Brother, that kid is really carrying food from Zhiwei Restaurant!!"

"Big brother, shall we snatch it and have a taste?"

"Yes, I just saw a really long queue outside Zhiwei Restaurant. If we go to queue now, I don't know how long we'll have to wait."

The children were talking amongst themselves; these children were all sons of the eldest prince, Yelü Meng.

The eldest child, who was the leader, was twelve years old and his name was Yelü Bo.

He crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with smugness and malice, one foot barely touching the ground, his face a mask of malicious grin.

"A shepherd boy like you dares to run around like that? Hand over the food box right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of children around him all shouted excitedly:

"Hand it over! Hand it over!!"

"Hand over the bastard!"

The sheep servant gritted his teeth, desperately protecting the food box in his hands: "No, this is for my sister..."

"What are you eating? You two little bastards, do you even deserve to eat our Liao Dynasty's grain? Hurry up and give it to me!!" Yelü Bo became even more arrogant.

He was Yelü Meng's first son, and was pampered and arrogant. He often bullied others.

He often called Yang Nu the word "bastard" because Yang Nu was the child of Princess Nangong Mu, who was sent to marry a foreign ruler.

They were all pure Liao people, but the Yang Nu siblings had the blood of Princess Da'an flowing in their veins, which became their excuse for bullying the Yang Nu siblings.

"I'm not... Don't come any closer..." The sheep slave protected the food box and backed away little by little.

Everyone bullies them, and the servants who serve them are opportunistic. These days, he and his sister haven't even had enough to eat.

He heard that Zhiwei Restaurant was opening today and that there would be free food, so he went to queue up.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Yelü Bo and others on the road.

"Not handing over the food box?" Yelü Bo sneered. "Go and hold him down, and take the food box from me."

"Don't worry, brother, we've got your back!"

Five or six children rushed forward, some grabbing arms, some pulling legs, and some hugging backs.

"Let go...let go of me..."

"It's not up to you!"

The sheep slave could only watch helplessly as the food box in his hand was snatched away. He was completely restrained, his whole body trembling with anger, and his eyes were fixed on Yelü Bo.

"What are you glaring at?" Yelü Bo was momentarily startled by the look, but then he straightened his back and began to command, "Dare to glare at me? Hit him!"

"Same old rule, strike where no one can see!"

At a command, the children raised their fists, which landed on the sheep slave's legs, arms, and back.

Yelü Bo watched with satisfaction, and when he saw that it was about time, he walked up to the sheep slave and said condescendingly, "You have hired a sheep slave, so you shall herd the sheep well. If you want to do anything else, you must follow my orders."

"You'd better remember this: you're a bastard, you don't deserve to be our brother."

After saying that, he picked up the food box, opened it casually, and a complex and rich aroma wafted out.

"It smells so good!"

"Big brother, it smells so good! Why does this stuff smell so good?"

The group of children who were in the middle of a beating suddenly stopped, and all their eyes turned towards the spicy hot pot.

Yelü Bo picked up the large bowl of spicy hot pot and smelled it.

"It smells so good, it's unbelievably delicious!!"

He picked up his chopsticks and casually picked up a piece of tofu.

The tofu was coated with chili oil. One bite sent a numbing and spicy sensation through my tongue, like being pricked by needles. The tofu was very tender and had a rich bean flavor.

How can tofu in this world taste so good?!

Yelü Bo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he stood there dumbfounded.

"Big brother, I want to eat too—"

"It smells so good, big brother, can I have a bite?"

"This smells wonderful—"

The children, no longer caring about the sheep slaves, all rushed towards Yelü Bo.

Yelü Bo licked his lips, and, still wanting more, stuffed another piece of mutton into his mouth.

"The meat smells so good, it's so delicious!"

"Big brother—" The group of children were still staring longingly.

Yelü Bo placed the bowl on the food box, then earnestly instructed, "You may try it, but each person can only have one bite, and no more."

Since they were his own brothers, he reluctantly let them try it.

"Good, good, big brother is so good!"

"Thank you, brother!"

The children were overjoyed and took turns eating the spicy hot pot with their chopsticks.

Wood ear mushrooms, mutton, tofu, cabbage, potatoes, noodles...

Their mouths were covered in red oil, but their faces were still filled with excitement and joy.

"This is so delicious! It's the best thing in the world!"

"Brother, why don't we join the queue at Zhiwei Restaurant? This little bit isn't enough to eat!"

"That bastard sheep slave almost got to eat something good, thank goodness."

"..."

The air was filled with a rich aroma. The sheep slave lay on the ground, struggling to see the group of people.

Mala Tang (Spicy Hot Pot)...

He wanted to bring his sister some spicy hot pot...

They are clearly half-brothers, so is it because his mother was from Da'an that they are being treated the same?

Why hasn't he grown up yet...?

Countless thoughts surged through her mind, and a hint of hatred flashed in the sheep slave's eyes, her small hands clenching tightly.

The spicy hot pot he was going to bring for his sister was divided up...

Yelü Bo glanced at the sheep slave on the ground and became even more smug.

He picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks, held it to the sheep slave's mouth, and said in a smirking voice, "Want some? Don't you really want some?"

"If you bark like a dog, I'll let you have a taste."

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The sheep slave gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a word. The more fragrant the scent wafted through his nostrils, the stronger his hatred grew.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation welled up inside me.

He clenched his little fist and punched Yelü Bo in the cheek.

Yelü Bo never expected the sheep slave to resist, and was caught off guard, falling to the ground.

The sheep slave quickly got up, straddled Yelü Bo, and started punching him wildly.

"You dared to bully me!"

"I'll let you eat my sister's spicy hot pot!"

"You're the bastard!"

Yelü Bo was stunned by the blows, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already been punched several times.

He immediately yelled at the top of his lungs, "Why aren't you pulling this bastard away?!"

The other children were thoroughly enjoying their hot pot, drinking the soup and licking the bowls clean, completely absorbed in the world of hot pot, ignoring Yelü Bo's shouts.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the sheep slave threw a few more punches, and then ran away.

"Hey, you little bastard, you've gone too far—" Yelü Bo shouted angrily from the ground.

He turned his head and saw that his younger brothers had devoured the entire bowl of spicy hot pot, even licking the bowl clean.

He was even angrier.

"Are you all deaf? All you care about is eating, that little bastard's already run away!!!"

Yelü Bo shouted loudly on the ground.

His younger brothers, on the other hand, had nothing but spicy hot pot on their minds:

"Brother, this mala tang is so delicious, let's go buy some!"

"Yeah, bro, we can deal with the sheep slaves anytime, but once we miss out on the spicy hot pot, it's gone forever—"

"I heard that Zhiwei Restaurant offers a variety of dishes, I wonder if they'll still have mala tang tomorrow."

As soon as the children spoke, Yelü Bo sprang up from the ground.

Yang Nu was young and weak. Although he punched Yelü Bo a few times, he did not cause Yelü Bo much harm.

But the lingering aroma of the spicy hot pot still lingers in the air.

"That's right, let's go buy some spicy hot pot first, eat our fill, and then beat that bastard up!"

He dusted off his clothes and led his brothers towards the entrance of Zhiwei Restaurant.

......

Meanwhile, inside the tent of the eldest prince, Yelü Meng.

"Your Highness, the Zhiwei Restaurant was incredibly lively today. Even His Majesty and Empress Xiao went there. At first, a seat only cost 20 coins, but later it went up to 100 coins. I heard that the spicy hot pot was incredibly delicious."

The speaker was A Yuan, a servant of Yelü Meng, who had come specifically to report on the situation at Zhiwei Restaurant to Yelü Meng.

Yelü Meng frowned, nearly crushing the wine cup in his hand: "Damn it, she's just a lowly cook, and Father has gone mad with her!!"

Ah Yuan cautiously began, "...However, the spicy hot pot does smell really good."

"It smells so good it makes you feel like you're floating on air, why don't you try it too...?"

"Pah!!" Yelü Meng spat. "Are you all out of your minds? I'm not going, and you're not allowed to go either!!"

"Keep an eye on your men, none of them are allowed to go—"

Yelü Gan and Yelü Qi mobilized a large army of 50,000, but only brought back one Lady Shen. If they hadn't gone mad, how could the Emperor have let them go so easily?

Moreover, he had told Yelü Gan and Yelü Qi that he would rather die than eat the food of that Lady Shen, and he absolutely could not let Yelü Gan and Yelü Qi laugh at him.

He would never taste that Lady Shen's food, absolutely not!

A Yuan sighed softly, his face filled with a look of wanting to cry but having no tears.

He wants to eat it, he really wants to eat it.

That spicy hot pot smelled so good! I wish I hadn't rushed to report it. I should have eaten a bowl first.

"Your Highness, don't worry, we absolutely won't eat it!" As he said this, his stomach growled loudly.

Yelü Meng glared at him: "Go eat if you're hungry, but you're not allowed to eat anything from Zhiwei Restaurant, absolutely not!"

"I won't eat it, I won't eat it, I absolutely won't eat anything from Zhiwei Restaurant."

"Also, go and find Li Sanwan!" Yelü Meng thought for a while and then remembered Li Sanwan.

A-Yuan was taken aback, but quickly realized what he meant: "You want Mr. Li to defeat that Madam Shen with milk tea..."

Li Sanwan was a master at making milk tea, and the emperor of the Liao Dynasty loved drinking Li Sanwan's milk tea the most.

"That's right, milk tea is something unique to the grasslands. Shen Qing has never seen or heard of it before. When the time comes..."

If we want to change the current situation, we must let Li Sanwan defeat Shen Qing.

Milk tea is the best choice.

Shen Qing, who comes from Da'an, has never even tasted milk tea before. He will surely be so shocked by milk tea that he will not know what the world is like.

"...I think milk tea might not be able to compete with spicy hot pot," A-Yuan couldn't help but remind him.

Although Li Sanwan's milk tea was indeed quite delicious, the spicy hot pot was both unique and fragrant. Just smelling it made him realize that it was something special. Needless to say, the spicy hot pot was definitely much more fragrant than the milk tea.

Yelü Meng snorted coldly: "Hurry up and go!"

Now, he can only pin his hopes on Li Sanwan's milk tea.

A Yuan trembled, dared not speak again, and hurriedly retreated.

He's really unlucky to be unable to eat what he wants.

From now on, he should avoid walking around Zhiwei Restaurant, otherwise he will definitely be tempted by the aroma!

After giving his instructions, Yelü Meng resumed drinking in silence.

Everything is going wrong.

I thought those assassins would kill Yelü Gan and Yelü Qi, but now they've vanished without a trace.

Even more outrageous, a woman named Lady Shen appeared, driving the Emperor and Empress Xiao mad.

It's so painful, so incredibly painful.

Another bowl of wine was downed.

Just then, a commotion arose outside:

"Brother, we absolutely have to go early tomorrow, line up early, and each of us can have a big bowl of spicy hot pot!"

"Yeah, that mala tang sold out so fast, it's gone already, what a pity."

"Luckily we shared a bowl today, otherwise that little bastard would have gotten it for free."

"It's spicy and numbing, smells so good and tastes so delicious. I want to add more lamb tomorrow."

"..."

Just then, the tent flap was suddenly opened from the inside.

Yelü Meng rushed out, his face full of anger.

"You guys went to eat mala tang (a spicy hot pot dish)???" he asked angrily.

The children were startled and all looked at Yelü Bo.

Yelü Bo shuddered involuntarily: "I, I, I only ate a little bit of spicy hot pot..."

"I was thinking of buying a few more to offer you, but Zhiwei Restaurant is sold out..."

Snapped--

Before Yelü Bo could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face.

"Eat what? I won't eat! And none of you are allowed to eat either!!" Yelü Meng was furious.

He feels like he's about to explode whenever he hears the word "mala tang" (a type of spicy hot pot), and he can't control himself at all.

Yelü Bo covered his face and lowered his head. He never expected to be punished by his father for eating spicy hot pot.

But the thought of never being able to eat that delicious spicy hot pot again made Yelü Bo even more upset.

"That spicy hot pot is really delicious..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yelü Meng kicked him.

"I said, nobody is allowed to eat there!!"

All the other children lowered their heads, not daring to look or say a word.

Yelü Meng loved to drink, and after drinking, he would often beat people, not only children but also women.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant Yelü Bo and others were outside, they had to behave themselves in front of Yelü Meng.

"Father, I was wrong, I will never go again." Yelü Bo quickly admitted his mistake.

He was usually favored and knew how to please others, but today he just happened to run into Yelü Meng's rage.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Yelü Meng's actions; he just resented Yang Nu even more.

Damn it, if Yangnu hadn't bought the spicy hot pot, would he have been punished like this?

He's definitely going to teach that sheep slave a lesson later!