Yun Ting helped Lin Mumu tear the lamb, mix it with seasoning, and put it in front of her. Lin Mumu was responsible for eating.
At this time, A Kenjiang also noticed Yun Ting and couldn't help but praise him: "I didn't expect boss Zhong, a Han Chinese businessman, to be so good at eating. You actually understand our ethnic way of eating."
"It's nothing, I just went to a lot of places, met a lot of friends, and learned a little bit of everything. I can't do business, so I study eating all day." Yun Ting spoke in a Xiangnan dialect, and really looked like a businessman who had traveled extensively.
"Our Eastern Tuer people are the most hospitable. Quickly try it, how does this lamb taste?"
Yun Ting cut a piece of lamb leg, dipped it in salt, and didn't add any other seasoning. After eating, he gave A Kenjiang a thumbs up:
"This lamb is really good, it should be less than six months old. It hasn't been fed any fodder, and basically only eats grass. I guess, it probably hasn't even eaten hay. That's why the meat is so delicious. "
"Boss Zhong is a connoisseur! I'll go get you two cups of butter milk tea. "
A Kenjiang was very happy to be praised, but he was embarrassed to open his mouth and say this to Lin Mumu, so the Han businessman she brought was just right.
When A Kenjiang got up and went to make the milk tea, Lin Mumu and Yun Ting exchanged a glance. Obviously, both of them began to suspect A Kenjiang.
He was now suddenly looking for Lin Mumu. Of course, it wasn't because Lin Mumu was the wife of a dead comrade, but because she was Ao Haijun's only daughter!
A Kenjiang moved very quickly, and a few minutes later, he came back with a tin kettle.
The kettle was gurgling with steam, and the fragrance of milk tea could be smelled.
"I just heated it, put it on the stove, and simmered it for a while. Now it's just right.
You may have drunk milk tea in other places, but I guarantee you haven't drunk it with butter. "
A Kenjiang said, first put the kettle aside, put a piece of butter in each of their bowls, and then began to pour the milk tea.
Seeing this scene, Lin Mumu really missed the days in the orchard. Although there were some annoying little hoodlums, most people were still good, especially the enthusiastic Aunt Ai Man and the delicious Begonia fruits. The most important thing was that she could be together with Yun Ting without any worries, and she didn't need to care about other people's opinions.
For now, this was all they could do.
This really wasn't the first time Lin Mumu drank butter milk tea. The warm and hospitable Auntie Aiman of the Ha clan had already prepared it for her.
Lin Mumu didn't say much. She scooped a spoonful with a small porcelain spoon and let it cool for a while before drinking it. She also complemented her with a few words of praise.
Ah Ken Jiang's craftsmanship was indeed very good, and the milk tea he made was also better than Aunt Ai Man's, but Lin Mumu still missed the taste that Aunt Ai Man gave her. Perhaps, it was because it was the first time she drank butter milk tea, or perhaps it was because of her state of mind.
Boss Zhong, Yun Ting, of course, joined Lin Mumu in praising Ah Ken Jiang, enlivened the dinner table's atmosphere, and played the role of a greasy and sleek businessman very well.
Ah Kenjiang was clearly very happy to receive their acknowledgment. When people were happy, they were very talkative. He couldn't stop thinking about how he had met Yun Ting in the past.
Listening to his words, there was only one meaning, which was to tell Lin Mumu that he was very familiar with Yun Ting, very, very familiar, familiar to the point that he could entrust his life to him, and regretted not meeting him earlier.
Yun Ting was dead, and he was very sad. Whenever he thought of Yun Ting, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.
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