Chapter 69 Roast lamb tastes best when topped with milky white broth!

Qi Guang put on the thread gloves he had bought from the county town, held the skewers in one hand, and brushed the mutton with oil with the other, saying with a smile:

"Roasted lamb was my favorite food when I was a kid. When I lived in the county town, there was a roasted lamb stall at the entrance of the alley next to my home. The stall owner was a Hui man named Ma, and his roasted lamb was really delicious."

"Every time I passed by after school, I would deliberately turn into that alley and pester Lao Qi to buy me a few skewers to satisfy my craving."

Lu Cheng looked through the camera and watched Qi Guang carefully flipping the lamb skewers in his hand. The flames shot up high the moment the oil dripped in.

But Qi Guang was not in a hurry. He slightly changed the angle and the flame retreated obediently.

Lu Cheng stared at the screen with a smile on his face.

"Were you this scheming when you were little?"

"What do you know? Food is the most important thing for people."

"Besides, what's wrong with being a little cunning for something you like? It's called striving, understand?"

After Qi Guang finished speaking, he picked up the long-spouted kettle at hand and poured the milky white soup on the sizzling mutton. Suddenly, a fragrance of milk mixed with the aroma of meat filled the air.

Lu Cheng was captivated by the sizzling mutton on the screen. In order to eat it, he chose to compromise:

"Yes, yes, you are right."

"Uncle Ma is such a nice guy. He always grills an extra skewer for me. The last one is so fragrant that I can't bear to swallow it after chewing it."

"Is it ready?" Lu Cheng obviously couldn't wait to taste it.

"immediately."

The charcoal fire made Qi Guang's face slightly red, and his smile became more vivid.

He grabbed a handful of cumin powder and sprinkled it on, then pepper salt and bright red chili powder.

The moment the flames jumped up again, they flipped the skewers in time, giving them a layer of tempting coating.

"Okay!"

Qi Guang picked up a few strings and handed them to Lu Cheng.

After Lu Cheng set up the live broadcast equipment, he couldn't wait to eat a bunch of food.

“It’s burnt and delicious.”

At this moment, the number of people watching the live broadcast had unexpectedly exceeded 900,000! !

But the system is very quiet because Qi Guang had already reached a customized agreement with it.

The barrage is not working:

[Oh no, host, why didn't you include the "fans eat first" segment this time?]

[Big Brother Dagen: Oh, haven't the "fans" already started eating? ]

[Dick Yangzai: ...A foodie's life is also a life. What's it like to drown in your own saliva?]

[Brother Yundan, could you please say a few more words? Can you please take care of us who are not here?!]

[I am a new dog, commonly known as a greedy dog.]

“It’s crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a meaty aroma that’s not smelly or fishy, ​​and incredibly mellow.”

Lu Cheng's series of four-character comments made the comments in the live broadcast room even crazier.

He laughed heartily, and when he turned around, he found Qi Guang busy grilling meat again.

"Eat the remaining ones while they're hot. If they get cold, the oil will solidify and make your stomach uncomfortable."

While grilling, he did not forget to give a few instructions.

"What happened next?" Lu Cheng asked again.

Qi Guang immediately understood that he was asking about Uncle Ma who was barbecuing.

“Ahem~~”

Qi Guang was choked by the smoke and his eyes were irritated. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes against his sleeves:

"Then he left."

Lu Cheng paused and said softly:

"Oh, sorry."

Qi Guang was flipping the meat skewers rhythmically when he frowned. What was he suddenly apologizing for?

Then he understood and replied:

"What are you thinking? The uncle was fine, but he was chased away by the urban management!"

Lu Cheng: “…”

As he spoke, Qi Guang handed over another handful of skewers, stared at Lu Cheng's face, and said:

"By the way, why do you still look so listless after eating meat?"

"What do you know? This is called a high-level world-weary face."

"Heh, eating skewers with this world-weary face? Can you please consider my feelings?"

"Fifty sheep, you have to taste the lamb legs, right?"

Qi Guang suddenly laughed a little bit worthless:

"Is it tasty?"

Lu Cheng raised his eyebrow and smacked his lips:

"It's okay."

Qi Guang's topic is back again:

"By the way, do all those world-weary faces of yours have single eyelids?"

Qi Guang was very productive at this time. The third skewer of barbecue was already out of the oven, and then he picked up one and prepared to eat it himself.

Lu Cheng said faintly:

"Double-edged."

Qi Guang meat didn't even enter his mouth, but he laughed:

"Pfft, I remembered a joke."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Okay."

Qi Guang quickly finished chewing the skewer of meat in his hand and continued:

"One day, a murder occurred in a residential complex. The police at the scene deduced that the murderer was about 179 cm tall. At that moment, a stubborn voice came from the trash can nearby: 180 cm."

After saying that, he started laughing.

Lu Cheng looked at him indifferently and said:

"This joke is as old as you."

Before Qi Guang could finish laughing, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

Begomu asked carelessly, and then Khormu Khan's voice came:

"Xiao Guang, is this your friend who came from afar?"

Lu Cheng looked at the two big men who suddenly appeared, and quickly put on a polite smile:

"Hello."

Qi Guang also turned around and greeted them:

"Yes, his name is Lu Cheng."

Then he nudged Lu Cheng with his elbow:

"I don't need to introduce these two, do I?"

Lu Cheng nodded and said:

"Very familiar."

Qi Guang smiled at the two people who were looking surprised:

"He's a die-hard fan of my livestream. You guys came just in time, come and try it."

Turning around, Lu Cheng had already taken the meat in his hand and handed it to Kormu Khan and Begomu.

Qi Guang was confused for a moment, wondering who was more familiar with the grassland?

Kormu Khan and Begomu took a bite of the meat and praised it highly.

"Xiao Guang, I always feel that you have changed a lot since you came back this time."

"I can cook, I can fight wolves, and I can make friends."

When Begemu said this, his eyes swept towards Lu Cheng's face intentionally or unintentionally.

Qi Guang smiled happily.

He turned around and went back to roast all the remaining meat, then wrapped up part of it and handed it to Begomu.

"Take it back and let uncle and auntie try it."

Qi Guang always went to Begomu's house for meals, and he also wanted to cook some delicious food to thank Begomu's parents.

Begomu's smile spread and he said:

“They must have loved it.”

No one noticed that the rain on the grassland, which was about to stop, still hadn't fallen at this moment.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the dark clouds above everyone's heads, and the shape of light appeared through it.

The four of them ate, talked and laughed in front of the yurt.

It was mostly just three people chatting, and Lu Cheng was listening attentively.

"Xiao Guang, I noticed that you talk more now than before, which is good."

"Is there?"

Qi Guang himself didn't seem to feel much.

But other people around them saw clearly that after experiencing separation, the father and son of the Qi family spoke visibly less.

In the past, it was Begomu who kept chattering around Qi Guang.

"I came from that side." Begomu pointed in the direction of his yurt and said, "I saw you talking to your friend. You were laughing while you talked, and he was listening the whole time. It's completely different from when we were together before. Is that right, uncle?"

Kormu Khan, who was slipping in with a cup of milk tea, nodded in agreement.

"Maybe you talk too much, so I can only listen."

Lu Cheng kept smiling and didn't say anything.

"That's good, Hikaru, that's good."

Begomu patted Qi Guang's shoulder and repeated the same words.

Suddenly, a drop of rain hit Qi Guang's face. He looked up and saw that it was raining.

The group hurriedly packed up. Fortunately, there were many people and they packed all their things into the yurt before the heavy rain fell.

After a lot of effort, everyone gathered together to drink milk tea.

Qi Guang deliberately chose a corner seat, pulled Begomu aside, and asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time:

"How are you and Aizati doing?"