The girls all looked at Meg. There was a top chef here. Was Eddie going to show off his skills in roasting mutton in front of Meg?
Meg nodded expectantly. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
Most of the herdsmen in the grasslands were experts in roasting meat. Regardless of whether it was the whole roasted mutton in Inner Mongolia or the red willow roasted meat of the Luobu people, as long as they were lucky, they could always taste delicacies that could not be tasted in the city.
Meg had learned how to roast mutton skewers and roast pig's eyes, but he did not dare to say that he was an expert in roasting meat. He had only learned a little because of the system.
If he could learn a thing or two from a real expert, it would naturally be best.
The biggest change to him after coming to this world was that he had learned to humble himself.
In the past, he had always felt that he did not have any goals to strive for in this life, and that he only lived to do as he pleased. But it was different now. He had truly seen the depth of the chef profession. It was like a vast sea of stars. If he wanted to become a bright star in it, he had to constantly learn and improve.
"Guests, this way please." Eddie led Meg and the others into a large tent. The interior of the tent was very simple. The Blue Silver Grass on the ground had been cut, and the mud was simply compacted. There was only one heatable brick bed. The families had brought in small stools, and they barely managed to gather 12 of them. The sheepskin tent blocked out the wind and was quite warm, but there was a slight stench of livestock.
This was not a big deal to the herdsmen. Cows and sheep rolled around in the field, so they could not avoid this smell.
But to Meg and the others, this smell was somewhat unfriendly.
"Distinguished guests, please wait here for a moment. I will roast mutton for everyone. The whole roasted mutton is the main feast, but it will take a long time to roast. I will roast some mutton for all of you to eat in a while." Eddie arranged everything for Meg and the others, and then had a few clever girls accompany them in the tent.
"It's the smell of sheep." Amy sniffed and looked around. She did not seem to dislike it.
Not long after, a few herdsmen came in with ceramic bowls and handed bowls of steaming goat milk to Meg and the others. They smiled and gestured for them to drink.
Although these herdsmen did not speak the common language, their warm smiles were infectious. It was hard to refuse their hospitality, or perhaps the thick warm milk fragrance was too tempting. Everyone picked up the goats' milk and drank it.
Meg had drunk goat's milk on the grassland. The goat's milk was processed by the herdsmen, and even after it was boiled, it still had a bit of rank odor. It was not as good as one would imagine.
However, the goat's milk this time was somewhat out of his expectations.
The rank odor of the goat milk had been handled very well, and he almost couldn't feel its existence. Or it could be said that the goat milk itself didn't have any rank odor. It was warm, fresh, and sweet, and was completely different from the goat milk he had drunk in the past. Once it entered his stomach, he felt warm all over and the fragrance lingered in his lips and teeth.
"Good milk." Meg's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise.
Camilla and Angela looked up at Meg at the same time.
"Good goat's milk." Meg added without blushing or skipping a beat. It was a close call. He almost said something that his mother didn't allow him to say.
Gulp, gulp.
The delicious goat's milk quickly entered everyone's stomachs. The originally restrained feeling was also broken by this warm bowl of goat's milk.
Seeing this scene, the herdsmen also smiled proudly. The Buck Tribe only produced the best goat's milk.
Amy put down the empty bowl and licked the corner of her mouth with her little tongue. She expectantly said, "The goat's milk is so good. The roast goat must be very delicious too!"
Meg passed the empty bowl to the herdsmen to express his gratitude. Then, he stood up, and said, "I want to see them roast the goat. Do you want to come?"
"I want to go," Amy said as she raised Ugly Duckling.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling, who had just fallen asleep, squinted its eyes with a puzzled expression.
"I want to go too. Big Sister Shirley, let's go too." Anna stood up and held Shirley's hand. This was her first time coming to the grassland. She wanted to go out and play. It would be even better if she could ride a horse.
"Alright." Shirley stood up.
"Let's go too. It must be great to be able to play on the grassland," Mia said with a smile as she pulled Elizabeth up.
"Alright. Let's go then." Meg nodded and led them out of the tent.
Although this place was close to the snowy mountains, and the temperature was relatively lower, the temperature was still about 10 degrees Celsius because of the Blue Silver Grass. To the people who came from Chaos City, which was covered in ice and snow, this temperature was not a problem at all.
Furthermore, the fresh air on the grassland, the snowy mountains that were half-covered by the clouds in the distance, and the blue sky were all very refreshing.
Compared to the dim tent that had a slight smell of goat, everyone obviously preferred the outdoors.
Meg used his body language to express that they wanted to see the process of roasting the goat. The herdsmen who understood him immediately brought them to the back of the tent. A group of herdsmen was busy slaughtering, bleeding, and skinning the goat.
Not far away, a few herdsmen had started a fire and were throwing thick wood into it.
The arrival of Meg and the rest immediately attracted everyone's attention. Many people stopped what they were doing and smiled at Meg and the rest in a friendly manner.
Eddie had just bled a goat when he heard the commotion. He put down the knife and turned around to look at Meg and the rest in surprise. "Honorable guests, why are you here? Please wait in the tent. The roast goat will be done very soon."
"It's alright. We are more interested in the process of roasting the goat, so we want to see how you roast the goat personally." Meg said with a smile. His gaze was already attracted to the black goat that was still struggling after its neck was slit.
He had slaughtered thousands of polar black goats in the God of Cookery's space last night. With just one look, he could be 100% sure that the black goat that was about to die was the target that he had been looking for.
"System, come out and take a look. I've found this polar black goat." Meg said proudly. He had really searched high and low for it, only to find it by chance. Before he could even ask, the goat had come knocking on his door.
"The search for the polar black goat has been completed. Host, please personally capture a polar black goat. Only then will the mission be considered complete," the system replied.
"Okay." Meg agreed in a relaxed tone. Since these herdsmen could capture a polar black goat, they definitely knew where to find them. Capturing one was naturally not difficult at all.
"Why is this goat different from the ones we saw just now? Could it be that it's not a breed from the grasslands? "Meg walked forward and asked curiously as he looked at the black goat.
"You have a good eye. This black goat is indeed not a goat from our grasslands. It only appears on the snowy mountains and can run on the steep cliffs as if it was flying. It's extremely difficult to capture. However, its meat is incomparable to that of ordinary mutton. It's simply the best among goats." Eddie said with a smile, "This one was caught by the trap we set up on the mountain yesterday. We're preparing to roast it for our guests."
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