The Great Qin Dynasty had lived in the western corner for generations and ate mutton the most.
Forget about beef. Other than dead cows, few people dared to eat live ones.
In this day and age, a cow was much more valuable than a person!
However, the method of eating was very simple.
It was either directly roasted or stewed.
Only they could stand the taste.
Chu Jun was in a good mood. It just so happened that it was raining heavily outside.
Therefore, he wanted to make barbecue and hotpot.
First, he cut it into pieces, then poured the Erguotou on it, and then sprinkled salt and chili powder on it.
Unfortunately, there was no ginger or garlic here.
Chu Jun used stones to build a small barbecue grill.
While he was stewing the mutton soup, he skewered the mutton one by one.
Coincidentally, he was in the mood for poetry and began to recite casually.
"The mountain is not high, there are immortals."
"The water is not deep, but it is spiritual with a dragon."
"This is a shabby house, but I am virtuous."
……
"Hiss!"
Qin Shihuang gulped as he looked at Meng Yi.
At this moment, Meng Yi quickly remembered.
The poems of immortal disciples contained an immortal aura!
In reality, Chu Jun was just trying to find joy in the midst of hardship.
They were used to living a modern life. It was good to travel occasionally and immerse themselves in the embrace of nature, but how many people could live on this island for a long time?
"D * mn, don't just stand there. Help me skewer the meat.”
Chu Jun was furious.
What did he mean?
Waiting for him to serve her?
One by one, they crossed their legs and ate peanuts.
Did he think of himself as a lord?
"We'll do it."
Meng Yi and Wang Ben stood up immediately.
She followed suit and skewered the meat with Chu Jun.
Meng Yi looked at Chu Jun as he strung the string." Little mister, do you still have this poem?”
"Yes, there are a lot of them."
"I'm born with talent, and I'll come back again when the money is gone!”
"Laugh at the sky and go out.”
"Flying down 3,000 feet, I suspect it's the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens!”
"I advise you to drink another cup of wine.”
……
Chu Jun opened his mouth.
Anyway, he knew a lot.
Meng Yi was dumbfounded.
"Wait!"
Looking at his dirty hands, Qin Shihuang picked up Meng Yi's pen and paper.
He quickly memorized all these words.
Immortal disciples were indeed extraordinary!
He was so talented that his name would be passed down through the ages!
As he blew, he skewered.
More than 30 catties of fat and lean mutton had been passed down for more than 300 skewers!
It was bright red, and even before it was roasted, one could smell an alluring fragrance.
"Old Wang, help fan the fire."
"Flap gently, don't use too much force."
"Alright!"
Chu Jun spread out the kebab skewers and placed them on top.
She took the honey and peanut oil that she had prepared earlier.
This peanut oil was not easy to come by.
It was very difficult to extract peanut oil, and Chu Jun only had a few dozen catties in total.
She had always been reluctant to eat.
He took a simple brush made of willow branches, dipped it in peanut oil, and slowly brushed it.
Zi la zi la…
Under the grilling of the charcoal fire, a meaty fragrance mixed with various fragrances quickly spread out.
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
……
Great Qin's three leaders gulped.
It was too fragrant!
As Chu Jun continued to turn and roast the meat, a layer of golden-red oil seeped out of the surface of the meat skewer.
It dripped into the charcoal basin.
When he landed inside, an even stronger fragrance spread out.
The three magnates were already extremely stimulated by the smell.
His eyes were as wide as a cow's as he stared at the kebab skewer, his mouth constantly swallowing saliva.
It was too fragrant!
Chu Jun brushed a layer of honey on the last skewer, and the twenty or so kebabs were set on fire.
"Come, try it."
As soon as he placed it on the table, Qin Shihuang could not help but pick up a bunch.
As he grimaced in pain from the heat, he chewed furiously. Oil dripped from the corner of his mouth everywhere.
"Smells good!"
"It smells so good!"
"This is called mutton!"
"Those chefs in the palace should be beaten to death. What are they burning?!”
Wang Ben didn't even bother to fan the fire as he grabbed the kebab skewer and stuffed it into his mouth.
Meng Yi couldn't care less about his own image, string after string.
F * ck!
Leave some for me!
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