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Chun Tao was now more concerned about what everyone was eating tonight, so she asked, "Brother Chong San, there are always restaurants in this small county town, right? Did you guys notice? The young lady said she won't cook tonight, and we'll all eat at the restaurant upstairs."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chongsan took over. He frowned slightly, as if recalling the places he had just passed by, and said, "Yes, there are two restaurants we just passed by, but they can't compare to the restaurants in the city, the ones with four or five tables. If you want to order, you have to go up quickly, otherwise you don't know if the restaurant will have so many dishes."

He paused, smiled at Jing Chunxi again, and said, "Miss, there are a lot of wild products in the mountains. If you order in advance, you should be able to buy them at the market." The meaning of his words was self-evident, and the implication was obvious. Jing Chunxi and Chuntao both heard it.

Chuntao chuckled, and Jing Chunxi also smiled and nodded, "I'm craving it too. As long as the store has it, we'll let everyone eat their fill tonight. This way, we won't have to go all the way down and run out of places to dock."

As soon as she said this, Chong San immediately showed an expression of success, grinning at the guard beside him and said, "Thank you, Miss, then we will have a feast. We will go down first. It's quite heavy."

After saying this, he strode down, his steps so steady that it seemed as if there was wind under his feet.

Turning his head upwards, he noticed that what several people were holding was gone. Jing Chunxi laughed again: "You guys are really amazing! You're not afraid that others will collapse from exhaustion."

She was obviously joking when she said this, and there was no blame in her tone.

Tang Shuang pursed her lips, looking disdainful. "We can't let them get away with it. If we buy too much later, we'll have them carry it!" As soon as she said this, Jing Chunxi couldn't help shaking his head and said with a smile, "You're amazing."

After walking up at least a hundred steps, we finally saw the platform built in the middle of the market.

This platform was much larger, a square shaped platform measuring thirty to four feet in length and width, making it appear exceptionally spacious. At the innermost edge of the platform, a small, equally square platform was built. The so-called mountain god on the platform was actually a wooden sculpture.

Jing Chunxi walked forward and examined the statue carefully. It was a square piece of black wood, about six feet tall, with a human head carved on top, like a wild man, with long hair, high cheekbones, and a grin that revealed uneven teeth.

It is almost straight from the head down, with no visible limbs, but there are some ghostly words and patterns carved on it.

The facial features of the entire statue are only obvious on the head, which looks a bit ferocious, revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere that can scare children to tears.

While she was still looking at the statue carefully, a few moments later, the other three people came back from the stall next to them.

They each held a piece of steamed bacon on a bamboo skewer in their hands, and looked like they couldn't wait to eat it.

Jing Chunxi smelled the aroma of bacon and couldn't help swallowing.

"Miss, this is for you." Chuntao held a piece of bacon in each hand and handed over the smallest one.

After steaming and cooking, the fat part of the bacon becomes transparent and looks crystal clear. There are five layers of fat and lean meat, and it exudes a rich aroma.

"Why is mine so little?"

Jing Chunxi took it and didn't think anything of it. But he suddenly noticed that Tang Xing and Xiao Man opposite him were already impatient and took a big bite, leaving a large piece of bacon. What a big difference!

The bacon on their bamboo sticks was three or four fingers wide, half the length of a palm, and weighed at least half a pound. I hadn't even tasted my own piece yet; it was the same width, sure, but only an inch long at most. Hanging on the skewer, it felt weightless, flabby, and could be spun around.

Jing Chunxi looked unhappy no matter how he looked at it: Didn't we say we should eat meat together? Is my mouth smaller than yours?

You deserve to spend my money, but you treat me like a fool! Jing Chunxi glared at them in pretend anger, not moving the bacon in his hand: I'll just watch you eat it!

At this time, Tangshuang and Xiaoman were eating with their mouths full of oil. They were on their third bite and kept chewing and smacking their lips. They pointed at Chuntao with the same finger, directly passing the blame. Their eyes showed the same meaning - find her!

"Miss, this kind of thing is best just to try it. I'll share a piece with you. I'll cut the middle part for you, which is cleaner and not as black. If you like it, I'll buy another piece later and have it cut cleanly on all four sides."

Chuntao held up her piece of black bacon and explained. There was a hint of apology on her face, but it was really out of concern for the young lady.

If the lady were here, she wouldn't dare to hand such dirty things to the young lady.

The bacon in Chuntao's hand was indeed not as long as the ones in Tangxing and Xiaoman's hands. Except for the crystal clear cut edge, the rest of the bacon was black, darker than ink, making it unbearable to look at.

Jing Chunxi looked down at the bacon in his hand. Fortunately, both sides were shiny and dripping with oil, looking very tempting. But there were still a few black spots on the side, which were traces left by the bacon during the smoking process.

After Chuntao's explanation, Jing Chunxi felt much more at ease. She lowered her head again, and the rich aroma of bacon was irresistible to her. She took a bite and found it had a slightly smoky and roasted flavor. It was really good.

"Master, look, this piece of slave girl is so fat that I dare not cut it open and give it to you to eat."

Frosting turned her cut around. The bacon in her hand had three layers of fat, one lean, and then another. There was way too much fat. The fat was glistening with oil, looking especially greasy.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! Even though it's like this, you guys are eating it so happily!" She really couldn't swallow such meat.

Chun Tao looked at it with disgust: "It's so fat! I dare not eat it."

Frosting completely ignored their reactions and took another big bite, chewing it with a sizzling sound and shaking his head, enjoying it very much: "Delicious! This is really flavorful. The skinny ones are too rotten."

She then raised her head, with infinite satisfaction, as if the fat was the most delicious thing in the world.

Looking at the bacon in Xiaoman's hand, except for the cut end, the whole piece of bacon was smoked black, which was really too pungent. If they didn't eat bacon frequently and had eaten similar smoked meat in Xunyang City, I'm afraid some people would have thrown it away and not dared to eat it.

"Okay! Meat tastes better when you eat it in big bites." Jing Chunxi put the bacon in his hand into his mouth and took a big bite like icing sugar. The sizzling and oily taste instantly spread in his mouth. It was so refreshing.