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The dipping sauce for the hot pot is the most common sesame sauce, but with tender lamb and sweet vegetables, every bite is delicious.

The current cattle and sheep may be different from later generations, or because they grew up eating pure natural grass, the meat quality is exceptionally good.

Even if it is cooked for a long time, it will not become woody at all.

Song Qingyuan changed into a dress with narrow sleeves and a cinched waist specially today, and he was very agile when picking up vegetables.

One of the joys of shabu-shabu is finding food cooked just right in the pot.Therefore, Song Qingyuan didn't let the servants serve the dishes beside him, and asked them to leave after the dishes were all served.

He even added soup to the pot by himself.

"Your Highness, just let me come." Seeing that the kettle Song Qingyuan was carrying was still steaming, Lian Ti hurriedly took it over.

The cold wind is howling outside, and the copper hot pot inside the house is cooking various ingredients.

The steaming food was wrapped in mellow dipping sauce and delivered to the mouth, and the whole person exuded a satiated laziness.

At first, Lian Ti was not quite used to this way of eating, but after a few mouthfuls, he quickly followed the Romans, and even mastered the profound knowledge of "fishing out food at the most perfect time".

But even Lian Ti, who had a superb learning ability, was still stunned when he saw the tripe with burrs standing in front of him.

"Your Highness, what is this?" Lian Ti pointed to a dish of rags in front of him, and asked very puzzled.

"This is tripe, doesn't the king like it?" Song Qingyuan was just about to put some tripe in, when he heard this, he quickly stopped his movements and replied.

Seeing that Lian Ti remained silent, Song Qingyuan understood, perhaps he was so confused because he had never eaten hairy belly.

But this can not blame him.Nowadays, the fishy smell of animal offal is relatively heavy, and people don't know how to deal with it.

Many delicacies of later generations are classified as inferior foods, and people with a little money are unwilling to eat them.

What a pity.Song Qingyuan thought.

He smiled and explained to Lian Ti: "Beef tripe is a part of the stomach of a cow. It is made by washing and tearing off the outermost layer of membrane."

Hearing Song Qingyuan's explanation, even the hesitation on the surface became heavier. He was stunned for a moment, and then reluctantly said: "Your Highness, you can eat by yourself."

Song Qingyuan didn't persuade him either, and just gave himself some hairy belly.

After it was cooked, he scooped it into his own bowl with serving chopsticks specially designed for holding vegetables.

"Does Your Majesty really not want to try it?"

Seeing that Song Qingyuan was eating with gusto, Xu Shi finally overcame the resistance in his heart, took a piece of belly that slipped through the net and put it in his own bowl.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Song Qingyuan put down his chopsticks, looked at Lian and asked.

As soon as Maodu was put into his mouth, Lian Ti happily accepted it.

The processed hairy tripe has no fishy smell, and the taste is crisp and delicious.Even people who eat delicacies from mountains and seas on weekdays will be impressed.

A plate of tripe was quickly divided between the two.

When the meal was almost finished, Song Qingyuan put down his chopsticks and asked Lian Ti seriously about the consumption of animal offal.

Sure enough, as he expected, the current offal is really not a delicacy.

Many offals left over from slaughtered livestock are even directly taken and thrown away.

No one would even eat such a delicacy as beef tendon.

In the final analysis, people are not very good at handling this kind of food.

After understanding the situation clearly, Song Qingyuan couldn't help showing a sad and sighing expression. This is simply a waste of money.

Now he can't wait to go to the study to pick up a pen, write a book called "One Hundred Ways to Eat Animal Offal", and distribute a book to everyone in Mobei.

Song Qingyuan's feeling of pity was too obvious, and Lian Ti, who was sitting by the side, finally couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, are those internal organs something precious?"

Just like soybean oil, which is cheap and gassy if eaten too much, can also be made into useful soap. Could it be that these neglected internal organs can also make something amazing?

Song Qingyuan shook his head, denying his whimsical idea.

They can't make great things, but they can make great food.

"How does your Majesty feel about the taste of the tripe you just ate?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Of course it's very delicious." Lian Ti said truthfully.

"The rest of the internal organs can also be made into delicious food like tripe."

Song Qingyuan took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then, under Lian Ti's dubious gaze, introduced to him in detail the production methods and taste of different organs.

Not only that, but he also found a new way to get rich.

These foods such as tripe and tendon can be stored for a long time after drying.Soak hair with oil or water until it's time to eat.

The tendon tripe produced in this way not only has a more special flavor, but can also be sold to various places after long-distance transportation.

But obviously, the current temperature is not suitable for drying goods, but it is still very convenient to make some other products.

So a good hot pot meal has gradually developed into a discussion on "how to make the best use of animal offal to make food".

To say the simplest, it is the most cost-effective to make these things into lo-mei.

As long as a pot of juice, you can make extremely delicious meat.At most, it is necessary to add some seasonings to it regularly.

Not only that, but the longer the marinade is left, the more fragrant the food will be.

But these internal organs are also very troublesome to deal with.

Therefore, Song Qingyuan finally gave up his plan to inform the production method widely.Instead, they decided to ask someone to open a small restaurant selling these lo-mei, and the offal left over from the slaughter of livestock by the common people can be sold directly to the store.

I thought that during the period before the arrival of spring, I could take a good rest for a while.

But he didn't expect that after just a few days of rest, he would be busy again, preparing for many matters in the lo mei shop.

Song Qingyuan sighed involuntarily, picked up a piece of boiled soft frozen tofu and stuffed it into his mouth as if to vent his anger.

Just as he was about to swallow, he heard Lian Ti mention another matter.

"Your Highness, would you like to come to the school to practice martial arts with me every day?"

What?Song Qingyuan swallowed the tofu in his mouth full of doubts, and looked at the other party.

Aren't they still exchanging ideas for the manager of the lo mei shop just now?Why did the topic suddenly turn to martial arts training?

This span is too big, right?

Seeing Song Qingyuan's puzzled face, he even explained in a natural tone: "Practicing martial arts every day will help you strengthen your body. Your Highness's body has never been special..."

OK, that's fine, let's stop here.

Song Qingyuan raised his head and gave Lian Ti a warning look, and the other party shut up as expected.

Although what Lian mentioned was indeed reasonable, and the doctor often advised him to exercise more, but who would want to exercise against the cold wind for several hours in this freezing weather?

Just when the two of them were planning to skip this topic, Song Qingyuan's eyes swept away, and even mentioning the strong and smooth muscle outline jumped into his eyes.

He couldn't look back for a moment.

No one would refuse to have such a strong figure as the other.

No!

Song Qingyuan thought for a while and even mentioned the aura of drawing the bow yesterday, and then recalled his physical strength even when he was chasing after Daju on horseback.

In the end, the longing for the former overwhelmed the fear of the cold, Song Qingyuan gritted his teeth and agreed to Lian Ti's invitation.

But when Jiang Duo woke him up from his sleep the next day, Song Qingyuan really wanted to go back to yesterday and kill the impulsive self.

If you don't sleep with a warm bed, you have to go to the school grounds to join in the fun.

But after all, he promised to mention it again yesterday, Song Qingyuan turned over and sat up from the bed with great difficulty.

Because he wanted to practice martial arts, he deliberately didn't wear his usual fairy-like robes, but changed into a short jacket.

In order to keep warm, a large cloak was draped outside, which looked rather nondescript.

But in the face of the biting cold, any demeanor can be abandoned.

He thought he had woken up early enough, but when he came to the school field, someone had already practiced for half an hour.

Song Qingyuan was a little surprised for a while, before he could make a sound, he heard the servant next to him explain in a low voice: "The king came up a little late today, and he came at five o'clock on weekdays."

There are five watches a night, which means that the other party will arrive at the school grounds at five o'clock in the morning at the latest.

Have you ever seen the Mobei Palace at five o'clock in the morning?

Song Qingyuan: I have seen it now.

He sighed inwardly.Sure enough, it is not so easy to be the number one in Mobei's force value, and it is better for him to give up this lofty ideal as soon as possible.

When Lian Ti practiced martial arts, he was in a state of no other distractions, all his attention was focused on the spear in his hand.

Song Qingyuan looked at the other party and felt that in Lian Ti's eyes, he was the only one in the world with one gun.

Anyway, he was wrapped in a fur before going out, so he didn't feel cold. Song Qingyuan was happy to touch the fish for a while, so he found a stone pier next to the weapon rack and sat down, watching Lian Ti practice martial arts quietly.

To be honest, the posture of even lifting the dancing gun is still very entertaining.

Even though it was a long spear weighing tens of catties, it was as light and comfortable as flowing water in his hands.

If he hadn't secretly picked up the same long gun on the shelf when he was passing by, he might really have believed the other party's elegant appearance.

But soon, Lian Ti changed his aura.

The long spear pierced through the air with a sharp edge, as if to incur the death of the enemy.

He flew up suddenly, waving in the air, and the spear followed his turn, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

Then...then stopped directly in front of Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan himself didn't expect that the spear that was just a few meters away from him suddenly came in front of him.The sleepiness of getting up early was immediately frightened away.

For a while, he almost blurted out a national curse, but fortunately, he stopped it in time.

At this time, the person standing in front of him didn't have the biting murderous aura just now.

Lian Ti casually threw the spear in his hand on the rack, and smiled brightly, "Why did Your Highness come so early today?"

For a while, Song Qingyuan couldn't tell whether the other party was asking sincerely, or whether he was connoting himself, so he simply said a few perfunctory sentences, and asked, "What do I need to do now?"

Lian Ti smiled, didn't care much about his perfunctory, pointed to an open space in front of him, and said, "Your Highness, come here to warm up first."

Song Qingyuan took two steps forward, wondering why he didn't follow, when he turned around and saw Lian Ti looking at him with a complicated expression.

To be precise, he was looking at the cloak on his body.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyuan asked with some doubts.

Let me ask, who would put on a gorgeous, floor-length cloak over a bunt while practicing martial arts?

The answer lies in front of Lian Ti.

It was the third prince Yanyun who was usually handsome and elegant.

Lian Ti considered his words, and tentatively said, "Your Highness...won't you take off your cloak first?"

"But it's very cold right now." The person on the opposite side took it for granted.

"It won't be cold after warming up later, it's still inconvenient."

Lian Ti persuaded Song Qingyuan finally, and reluctantly put his beloved cloak on the seat where he was sitting just now.

The ideal is beautiful. After a winter of hard work, Song Qingyuan finally developed muscles that are as strong as Lian Ti's but not exaggerated.

But the reality is always cruel.

I only moved for less than 10 minutes, so I asked for a 10-minute break out of breath.

Lian Ti couldn't laugh or cry about this, so he had to let him go to rest.On the other hand, he went to the attic next to the weapon, and prepared to pick out a convenient weapon for Song Qingyuan.

But when he returned to the school field with the carefully selected long sword, he saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.

The long sword is a long sword whose weight and temperament perfectly match the opponent.

But the owner of the long sword had already fallen asleep, leaning on the weapon rack.

Before going to sleep, he still didn't forget to wrap the cloak tightly around himself.

The author says:

Xiao Song's upcoming new books: "One Hundred Ways to Eat Animal Offal", "The Gap between Ideal and Reality"

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!