Datang First Chef

Except for Mo Wenyuan, everyone is excited that he will become the protagonist of popular talk.Not to mention Mo Xiaogou and Zhao Erniang, the two of them discussed with great interest whether to close the store for a day and mobilize all the staff to listen to the common lectures. Li Sanniang in Luoyang sent a letter back in a hurry, telling her in words A river of pity.

"It hurts my heart to miss this vulgar lecture. Since ten days ago, there have been related vulgar lectures in Luoyang City, all of which were given in front of the small temple gate. I chatted with the master of Baima Temple and talked about it. You have all heard about my son's subjugation of demons."

"The mage also praised my son for his youthful talent, which is quite like that of Master Xuanzang."

"The folk lectures in the city are always good for my mother. I have read them one by one. The level of the monks in the small temple is far from that of Master Huiyuan. Fortunately, the folk lectures are well written. I heard that it was compiled by the young eunuch of the Jingtu Temple. After staying for a few years When the day is free, I want to visit the Pure Land Temple."

"Daxingshan Temple is a royal temple. It is different from other houses even if it holds vulgar lectures. It is very lively. I can't go there. I hope my son will listen to it on my mother's behalf. After returning home, I will record the scene, content, and people's reactions one by one in the On paper, send it to Luoyang, so that the feelings in my heart can be relieved."

After reading, Mo Wenyuan folded the letter paper in half, expressionless, Mo Xiaogou and Zhao Erniang who were listening to him recited nodded repeatedly: "It is very, very very, my aunt is thoughtful."

"Dalang, this matter can only be entrusted to you. I only know a few words. If I really want to make an article, I must not write a sentence. I hope you will go to Xingshan Temple with me, and then describe the scene. Send it to your aunt." He said it sincerely, staring at Mo Wenyuan with distinct black and white eyes, making it impossible to refuse.

Mo Wenyuan, who broke the pot and smashed it, said, "Okay."

He thought that people's endurance is really amazing. When he first knew that the shameful performance was going to be staged in Daxingshan Temple, he blushed and wanted to bury his head in the ground like an ostrich. Now, he even prepared to draw a pen to describe the content of the popular lecture.

Hey, no matter how shy a person is, after experiencing his behavior, he will become flattered or humiliated!

After accepting the facts, Mo Wenyuan became very calm, and even had time to think about what to sell at the seminar: "It's autumn now, why don't you make some walnut dew and almond dew and sell it, it's just to quench your thirst, even if it's cold Put your hands and cover them." It has been a while since he returned from Luoyang, and now the weather is getting colder, if he stands outside the mountain gate for an hour, it will definitely be cold.

"Don't sell almond tofu?"

"Do not sell or not, eat almond tofu while the autumn wind is blowing, be careful of the cold, and bowls of almond tofu take up a lot of space, even if there are donkeys and horses, you can't bring much. Almonds with walnuts Lu, I can directly borrow vats from them at Daxingshan Temple, and wait until the common saying starts to set up a stall and push the vats out, wouldn't it be very troublesome?"

"What Da Lang said is, I'll see if there are any melon and fruit snacks that can be sold in front of the mountain gate."

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Based on the relationship between the people of Daxingshan Temple and Mo Wenyuan, it is impossible to disagree with him borrowing a place to make almond milk, not only agreeing, but also allowing him to live in the monk's dormitory one day earlier for convenience.

He even had a single bed in the monk's dormitory. No wonder the monks in the monastery looked at Mo Wenyuan with the eyes of looking at the dishes in the bowl. They agreed that Mo Xiaolang would be shaved sooner or later. Even if he didn't shave, he was still a layman. People in the monastery.

Donkeys camel with large baskets of raw materials, walking leisurely on the loess road. There was a lot of traffic in the temple, and the ground was trampled so solid that there was no dust flying.It is now the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and the days are getting colder and colder each day. The leaves live up to the greenness of summer, and the edges are dyed brilliant yellow. When the breeze blows, the leaves fall in twos and threes, like flying butterflies with dead leaves.Bathed in the warm autumn sun, Mo Wenyuan squinted his eyes, enjoying himself.

He first put the ingredients in the back kitchen, but the monk knew that Mo Wenyuan was coming today, so he waited for the rabbit: "What do you plan to cook today, Mr. Xiaolang?" He slobbered, "Is there any almond tofu?"

Almond tofu is a dessert that monks in monasteries can eat openly. It does not add goat milk or fish gelatin. Even if it does not often violate the rules and regulations, eating meat that he cannot eat is also sneaky for fear of being discovered. Almond tofu is different. As long as you have enough copper plates, you can eat as much as you want.

Other monks also had similar ideas, so almond tofu sold well in Daxingshan Temple, and monks bought it in batches.

"No, no, the weather is getting colder, it's too cold to eat that food, if you really want to eat it, you can only go to the store to buy it."

"Oh." Mo Mo was a little disappointed, "Then what are you going to eat?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "It's just drinks, there are milk tea, almond drink, and walnut dew."

Bu Qi said: "Almond drink is like almond porridge?" It is the cold almond porridge that is common in the Cold Food Festival.

"No and no."

I have never heard of the three kinds of drinks, even milk tea, which did not appear in the Tang Taizong era.According to historical records, the earliest milk tea in China appeared in the middle and late Tang Dynasty.

The propagation path of tea is from south to north. During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, tea was widely planted in the south. In the Tang Dynasty, it was not only widely spread in the nomadic settlements in the north, such as Tibet, Xinjiang and Mongolia, but also by visiting envoys. It was brought back and introduced to Japan, and it really became popular all over the country.

The spread of dairy products is just the opposite, spreading from north to south, from the nomadic areas in the north to the agricultural areas in the south.In the middle of the Tang Dynasty, Ye Dezong Li Shi ordered people to add fermented milk to tea, which is also known as "crispy". This is an official record of the blending of tea and milk.

It is still in the early Tang Dynasty, even the well-informed monks from Daxingshan Temple have never seen anyone combine milk with tea. They can’t hear the word “milk tea” and only know which two things they are, but they don’t know them. Why are they put together.

He said in the heart of foodies: "Xiao Langjun, let's not talk about the latter two, what is milk tea?"

"It's a drink made by blending goat's milk and cow's milk." He said with a mysterious smile, "I'll make it at night and I'll send it to you quietly, so don't make any noise." Animal milk is also considered meat food, and monks who follow the rules must Never eat.

"Good talk good talk!"

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Almonds and walnuts are common nuts, and the ladies who pay attention to the husband and wife will add nuts ground into powder by stone mills and caramel for seasoning when drinking porridge.Mo Wenyuan's method of making almond drink and walnut dew is similar to his method. He first soaks the two kinds of nuts in warm water for an hour, then takes them out, puts them patiently into a stone mill, and adds water to grind them into a pulp.

There is a lot of pulp, and it is stored in large wooden barrels. The monks "passed by" the back kitchen many times, just wanting to see what Mo Wenyuan did.Except for Li Sanniang's family, the monks of Daxingshan Temple are the most convinced of his craftsmanship.Since he was a child, he was inspired to cook new dishes while reading books, all of which were made in front of the hall of Daxingshan Temple. Only vegetarian food and ingredients are available in the temple. Successful works will be served on the tables of monks, and unsuccessful ones will also be to their table.

Because only Mo Wenyuan felt unsuccessful.

He saw Huikong passing by three times, and said with a smile, "Do you want a drink?"

Hui Kong said heartily: Hey, I'll just wait for your words!He nodded reservedly and said, "I have some almonds and walnuts, and I'll bring them to you later."

"I have them too."

“Excellent almonds!”

The surrounding monks swarmed up like killer whales smelling blood in the sea. Their eyes were filled with green light, and their thirst for food drove them forward!forward!

Mo Wenyuan had guessed that this would happen a long time ago, so he set up a large cauldron on the stove, poured almond pulp and water into it, boiled it on high heat, added reddish-brown sugar while cooking, and boiled it continuously with a stick.

Boil the raw almond milk with sugar to taste, and you can get the almond drink. The taste is similar to the "Lulu" popular in modern society. People who like it will like it very much, and those who don't like it will dismiss it.

"Drink hot Lulu in winter", and it's the same in autumn.

While drinking cold almonds, he stared at the donkey grinding three barrels of raw material juice, and then announced to the monks waiting for food: "It's ready to drink."

"Oh—" Cheers came from the crowd, bowls, pottery bowls, bamboo tubes, pottery cups, and all kinds of utensils were crowded under Mo Wenyuan's nose.

"Ahem——" Monk Huiyuan coughed falsely. He was here to see how Mo Wenyuan was doing, but he didn't want to see such an inappropriate scene. The monks heard the sound and fell silent, like shrunken quails, obediently lined up in a long strip, They drooped their heads and stood in front of Mo Wenyuan one by one.

"Is there anyone who doesn't eat almonds? If you can't eat them, don't wait in line."

The monks know whether they can eat almonds. The people in the queue are all non-allergic and don’t hate the smell. The milky white soup is wrapped in a sweet fragrance and poured into the container. Huiyuan holds the bowl in his hand, and the warmth penetrates through the thick black pottery. The wall passed into the palm of his hand, warming his slightly cold palm.

The hot air collided with the water in the air, and the transpiring water vapor swayed smoothly. When he looked closer, the white mist rushed towards his face. He took a sip, and the tip of his tongue touched the hot juice. The warmth was transmitted to the brain through the tip of the tongue, and the soft sweetness was in his mouth. Blooming, different from the soft touch of almond tofu, the thick almond drink rolled down the esophagus, dispelling the cold air lingering around him.

"Even drinking a pot of boiling water in the severe cold weather of March and September is no match for a sip of almonds."

The sweet taste soothes the soul, and the heat warms the body. Drinking this product while listening to folk tales in the slightly cold autumn wind is simply a supreme enjoyment.

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When the other monks couldn't wait to drink up the almonds, only Master Huizhi rushed to the monk's dormitory holding the golden bowl.He has strong martial arts skills, he touched the ground with his toes, and swept forward a few meters. The white soup in the bowl swirled like waves, swaying from side to side, but not a single drop leaked from the bowl.

It smells so good!Master Huizhi was in great pain, and he wanted to drink it too!Even the God of Bigu would have appetite in front of delicious food, and he loves the aroma of almonds very much, so he struggled very much to put this drink in his mouth but not able to drink it.

He smashed open the wooden door, rushed into the monk's room, and then chopped the bowl on the low table, and the little black sheep jumped out from some corner, buried its head in the bowl, and "snoru-hulu-hulu".

Huizhi thought sourly, you are a glutton, why do you eat like a pig!

After the little black sheep finished drinking, he stuck out his tongue and licked the black hair on the edge of his mouth wet: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

As expected of Mr. Mo Xiaolang, simple drinks can be so delicious!I will drink it tomorrow, remember to buy it.

He held his head high, bossed around, and finally had the courage of a ferocious beast.

Huizhi can't laugh or cry, can you stop showing gluttonous spirit at this time?This embarrasses the immortals who once felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy because of the gluttonous birth, and thought that the world would suffer disaster!

Hey, forget it, compared to the Taotie who is a disaster for the world, the little black sheep version of him is cuter.

"You once said that you want to go to Mr. Mo Xiaolang? When are you going to leave?" Huizhi looked at his empty bowl with distress, and when the little black sheep left, no one would grab food from him.

"Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

I haven't had a chance yet!

"Go as soon as possible! With the relationship between you and Mr. Mo Xiaolang, even if he appeared in front of him directly, he wouldn't be surprised. Instead, he would draw you as a confidant and cook delicious food for you." You can only eat one meal a day, but when you come to Xiao Langjun, you can eat two or three meals, and their family is used to eating three meals."

Little Black Sheep: "!!!"

have!Have a heart!

"Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

Okay, okay, I'm going to act fast!

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Mo Wenyuan woke up and saw the almonds and walnuts piled up in the corner of the kitchen. He was almost out of breath. He squatted down and saw the familiar note. The monster friend did not leave a note, but only drew the ugly and cute lamb Xiao En.

How courageous! ! !He sighed in his heart, he even dared to break into Daxingshan Temple!It's really powerful and bold!

There are not many monks in Daxingshan Temple who can subdue demons and eliminate demons. There are even some monks who come from Shaolin Temple and can form an Arhat formation. In addition, there is a golden barrier outside the temple. Ordinary monsters will turn into soot when they approach, let alone entering the mountain gate.He lowered his eyes to look at the note, and thought to himself that if it wasn't for the monster friend being a big monster, then he would really be a fairy.

Make friends with fairies, sounds cool?

He ground and boiled all the newly delivered almonds and walnuts, and then Mo Wenyuan found an inconspicuous corner and placed three buckets at the base of the wall, each with a different taste.

When there was a twilight in the sky and the monks had finished their morning classes, he brought in the three empty buckets.

All the tripods in the monastery were used, three of them were placed in the courtyard and covered to cool down, and three of them were still cooking in the morning. The strong monks went out to set up a high seat for vulgar lectures, and some people helped Mo Wenyuan set up a stall.The staff of Li Sanniang's restaurant dared to open the city gate and went to Daxingshan Temple, where they brought snacks.

Mo Wenyuan was busy for a while, and was called over by Monk Huiyuan again. He wanted to find something for himself, so he was stuffed with a piece of paper: "The teaching method of Daxingshan Temple you mentioned earlier is really useful. I will wait day and night , I drove out a piece of it, and it was printed and distributed on the street yesterday, and all the benefactors are very interested, and I think the scene of the vulgar lecture will be unprecedentedly grand."

After hearing his words, Mo Wenyuan's eyes went dark, and he looked down at the painting. He saw a boy like a gourd baby holding a Zen stick and beating Shuoshu.Turning to the reverse side, the content of the painting changes suddenly. Shuoshujing is sitting devoutly on the futon, beside him is the gourd baby who is also sitting on the futon. In front of them is a Buddha statue.

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

Master, you have violated my portrait rights! ! !

If he can't guess what the painting is about, don't call him Mo Wenyuan, change it to Mo Wenshort!

"Why did the mage engrave my story? How good and capable am I that I was printed for publicity." He said, "Why don't you just send me the picture of the Buddha's enlightenment? If it doesn't work, Master Sanzang is also very good at subduing demons and demons."

"This time is just a small test. Although the two pictures you mentioned are good, they need to be carved carefully before painting. Monk Huikong is very familiar with you. The drawing and carving can be done overnight, and it doesn't take much time."

"What's more, the most important thing these days is the common saying, even if you distribute pictures to the benefactors, you must be famous. There are no big things in the temple other than this."

"Don't panic, Mo Dalang. Half of the people in Chang'an City know about your surrender to Shuoshu Jing. Besides, you practiced in my temple, so you can't spread it too much."

Mo Wenyuan: Are you devils?You must be devils, right? !

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Mo Wenyuan was originally a local celebrity in Chang'an. He is known as a chef. Everyone knows that Li Sanniang's Dalang is very good at food. He made tofu, tofu, and roasted bran. from.It is said that the peony banquet was held in Luoyang a month ago, which was amazing and gave them Changan people a big face.

When some monasteries gave the common lecture "Mo Xiaolang vs. the Great Rat", everyone was shocked. It turns out that Xiaolang is not only a supporter of the hearth lady, but also able to cast down demons and slay demons?When the Daxingshan Temple came late and opened the common lectures, folk rumors were flying all over the sky, such as "Xiao Langjun has a deep root of wisdom, and was photographed by Master Huiyuan when he was young", "Practice in Xingshan Temple since he was a child", "Tofu is a Bodhisattva" Entrusted in the dream"... In short, it is so mysterious.

Daxingshan Temple had a big publicity investment before the opening of the secular lecture, and I heard that Mr. Mo Xiaolang would sell new food at the scene. The temptation of delicious food and the pursuit of the legendary Buddha incited everyone to let them put down what they were doing to watch "Xuan" Zang second".

Seeing the black crowd, the monk who built the high seat was startled: "There are almost more people than there are for the Obon Festival, right?"

"If you don't arrive, there will be more people during the Obon Festival, and there will be nowhere to stay at the mountain gate."

"We usually talk in common sense, and there are not many people?"

"Stupid! With Mr. Mo Xiaolang around, how can there not be many people?"

"I heard from the benefactor that there was a rumor yesterday that Mr. Mo Xiaolang is going to sell new food at the meeting."

"They're all here for the new food?"

"No, many people want to pay homage to Lord Mo Xiaolang's Buddha light."

"When will Xiao Lang be ordained?"

"I don't know."

"Hey, you always want to enter my Buddhism."

With the official promise, Mo Wenyuan's stall is the largest and most eye-catching. Others are carrying poles and pushing small carts to sell food. They just occupy a lot of land and set up a booth, and they even pull a sign saying "Li Sanniang Restaurant" .

This is a one-day pop-up shop of Daxingshan Temple.

"It's Mr. Mo Xiaolang! Mr. Mo Xiaolang is really here!"

"Is there anything to eat, almond tofu?"

The clerk is kind-hearted: "There is no almond tofu, but there is almond milk tea with walnut milk. It is a hot drink. It costs a penny and a scoop, and you can get more water bags if you bring them with you. If you want the bamboo tube in the store, you can get less."

Most of the water cups have water bladders. They pour out the water in the container or drink it directly, and then pass the things forward.The man inserted a small funnel into the port of the leather pouch, and the large spoon shook, and the milky white liquid flowed into the pouch along the edge of the funnel. One scoop was quite a lot, and the pouch was fully filled with a big waist and a round belly.

Shake the full bag, return to the original position, and the vulgar lecture begins. Master Huiyuan, the ace monk of Daxingshan Temple, personally performed the knife. He was contracted from writing the script to performing on stage. Mo Wenyuan asked many questions and revised the book repeatedly to ensure the artistic processing on the basis of reality, and at the same time show the unusualness of Mr. Mo Xiaolang.

The spectators in the audience have already been led into the world of the vulgar. They were horrified when they heard that Shuo Shuo appeared. They opened the cork and swallowed a few mouthfuls of milk tea to stop their panic. Afterwards, they heard monk Huiyuan vividly describe Mo Wenyuan's threat to Shuo Shu. Fine, if you want to cook it, applaud loudly.

"Good! Well cooked!"

"Wonderful!"

"May the rat eat it?"

"It must be edible. Didn't I hear Mr. Mo Xiaolang say so subtly that he even knows how to peel off its tendons and how long to steam it in a cauldron? Hey, I didn't know that Shuoshu had this function before. It seems that the one at home The mouse hole is finally useful." When I got back, I would dig out the mouse hole and eat the mice!

"The mice in the mouse hole are not edible? Didn't you hear Mr. Mo Xiaolang say that only voles are edible? The mouse in the city is running around, who knows where it has been, if it gets dirty and swallows it, you won't get sick too? Or do you know how to deal with it like Mr. Mo Xiaolang?"

What the monk Huiyuan said was so good that people in the audience started arguing over issues such as "should we eat mice" and "how to eat mice", which attracted the strong monks to persuade them to fight, which can be said to be very speechless.

And Mo Wenyuan, who has been mentioned many times by everyone, sat on a branch and sneezed while shaking his legs to record the downhill situation.

[Master Xu Shi Huiyuan spoke so well that when he talked about the cooking method of mice, some people had a quarrel over his cooking method]

He thought for a while and wrote fluently: [Auntie, if you are interested in this, I will help you cook Shushu after returning to Chang'an. The meat is salted and air-dried, it is very chewy; the red stewed mouse is tender, stir-fried in oil at the last time, add some turbid wine when stir-frying, and then stir-fry with green onion and ginger on high heat, the aroma of the wine penetrates into the meat, making the meat smoother Tender, bite your lips and teeth to leave fragrance...]

The more he wrote, the more excited he became, and his well-behaved words became wild and flamboyant. Li Sanniang must have received Mo Wenyuan's letter and wanted to blow his head off.

Li Sanniang: How did a good vulgar report become a food science popularization?Bully me, can't I eat your rat meat in Luoyang?

Damn, his words are so delicious!

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Not to mention how ugly Li Sanniang's face was when she received Mo Wenyuan's letter, there was a real vole fever in the city. Many people went to the outskirts of the city and squatted near the field ridges to catch rats. After catching them, they cooked them according to the common saying.

The results were mixed. Some people said that Mo Xiaolang Juncheng did not deceive me. The meat of Shuo Shuo was tender and soft. Compared with the unusual meat, even pork meat was not as fragrant as it; He's so small, it's really not worth it to sit on the sidelines and wait to catch him.

Those who made the latter comments are almost all those who have more opportunities to eat meat. Ordinary people have little oil, and they can only eat meat in the first day of the year. Who cares about the amount of meat and how it tastes, as long as it is meat!The colloquial content opened the door to a new world for them.

There are also some who are more particular, even lift a few mouse tails, bring the mice to the door, and ask if they can handle it for them.

Ordinary restaurants would help clean it up, but Li Sanniang's restaurant was so popular that all the chefs were so busy that they really didn't have time, but they left it to the underlings, who were worried about damaging the signboard, so they didn't agree.

Mo Xiaogou, who occasionally acts as a guest shopkeeper, said: "Da Lang, several customers have asked us if we can cook voles?" Some people even asked if we are going to launch new dishes, such as dried voles, steamed voles, stir-fried voles, etc. .

Mo Wenyuan was quite speechless, he said: "Even if it is cooking, there must be ingredients. There are so many voles asking us to cook."

Mo Xiaogou said solemnly: "It really is true. Now there are people in the west market who are trading voles, don't you know?"

Mo Wenyuan: "Huh?" He really didn't know.

The story of Mr. Mo Xiaolang and the field mouse is so popular. After the popular story is over, almond milk tea with walnut milk has become the most popular drink in Chang'an City, and the field mouse has become a hot new ingredient.

Needless to say, the first three are easy to copy. With the large application of Indian sugar in Li Sanniang’s restaurants, more and more merchants heard that Tianzhu’s sugar is very cheap, so they asked merchants to import in large quantities. The merchants were very strange at first, but customers came to their door There was no reason not to do business, so a letter was sent to someone to bring the sand pond to the Central Plains, and the application of this sugar became more and more extensive.

With the combination of goat milk and black tea into milk tea, various milk teas of different flavors have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. Some merchants even introduced a mixture of fruit juice and tea, which made the history of beverage development in the Tang Dynasty a big step forward. .

Where there is a market, there is a demand, so is voles, and new occupations have emerged. The children of poor households in Chang’an City spend their days on the ridges of the fields catching voles and selling them to merchants. copper plate.

"I'll go to West Market to have a look. If Shuoshu is good enough and the quality is stable enough, we'll buy some." He said, "We'll try it ourselves first, and then we'll see if we want to sell it."

Of course Mo Dalang agreed wholeheartedly.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Mo Wenyuan said, "There are too many drinks that use goat's milk in the store. I want to go to the West Market to buy some milk-producing ewes. What do you think?"

"Is the money enough?" Mo Xiaogou didn't even ask, just handed over the money.

"Enough is enough."

"Then buy it!"

Mo Wenyuan was walking towards the West Market with a purse in his arms, and many ladies and gentlemen he met on the way greeted him proactively. According to the common saying, his reputation was further improved.

The sheep merchant he was looking for was recommended by Hu butcher in Guangdefang. He said that their sheep were of good quality and cheap, the meat was of good quality, and the milk produced by ewes was large and sweet. After Mo Wenyuan inquired about the address, he went to to see.

The sheep merchant is a barbarian, with deep eyes and a high nose. Seeing Mo Wenyuan pull out a friendly smile: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang, do you want to buy sheep?"

"I want milking ewes, as many as possible."

"It's done." He said, bringing over the lactating ewes.

Among the many white sheep exuding arrogance, the little black sheep with its head held high was particularly obvious. Looking at him from a distance, Mo Wenyuan felt a little familiar, so he asked casually, "How do you sell the little black sheep?"

"Mr. Mo Xiaolang, if you want more ewes, I can give you extra heads."

Mo Wenyuan nodded: "Wait for me to see him." The amazing thing is that after he finished speaking, the little black sheep made a very humane move, spread its four hooves, ran over happily, and threw himself His head was arched under Mo Wenyuan's nose.

Mo Wenyuan was shocked: This, this is! ! !

There is no foul smell on this sheep! !

He immediately thought of the peerless sheep that shocked him during the Cold Food Festival, and a hungry light flashed in his eyes.

"I want this sheep!"