Breakfast had already been eaten, and when Xiao Lu saw the proprietress carrying such a large basket, he simply came over to help carry it.

The boss lady gave the boss a look, and the boss smiled knowingly, thinking, "This guy is not bad! He's a real guy!"

"Boss, what's in this spice bag?" Xiao Lu was curious again.

"In here, one package is for dry ingredients, and one package is for fresh ingredients."

The proprietress listed a long list of spices: peppercorns, cinnamon, dried tangerine peel, coriander seeds, tsaoko, and ginger.

"We'll add some red oil later, then simmer it on low heat for three or four hours. Add some scallions before serving, and sprinkle with cilantro. It'll taste amazing!"

"Please stop talking! I can't wait!" The fragrance that filled the room tempted Xiao Lu's taste buds.

"Go out! You're so hot, you're all sweaty!" The lady boss handed Xiao Lu a clean, warm towel. "I've been keeping the packed half warm for you! And remember to come back at noon to drink the mutton soup you made yourself!"

"Oh! Of course! I want two big bowls!"

"Are you going to take away the food again?" The proprietress smiled. This young man really loves food.

After a satisfying meal, with still quite some time until noon, Xiao Lu wandered the streets to digest his food so he could have the mutton soup he had been craving for days.

This place is called Cross Street, but Cross Street is not a street, but a block.

The quaint buildings have undergone thousands of years of repair and reinforcement, and their appearance and structure remain the same, but their internal configurations are unique and have become much more modernized.

The businesses here are not concerned with how modern they are, but rather how nice the environment is.

The selling point of this cross street is that it is in harmony with the architecture and makes people feel like they have traveled back hundreds of years when they come here.

But this is just a feeling. Xiao Lu doesn't think that there were bars with resident singers playing guitar hundreds of years ago.

There were geishas playing the erhu or pipa. I wonder if there were customers in the restaurant back then who would request impromptu singing?

I looked at the bracelet on my hand, and my curiosity was really uncontrollable. Lao Lu said not to wear it randomly, but he didn't say not to look at it randomly!

Walking into a teahouse, Xiao Lu chose a small compartment with a train seat layout and took out his mobile phone.

To others, it looked like he was watching videos.

The real fact is that Xiao Lu opened a cat's eye in front of the mobile phone screen, overlooking the entertainment life of Luoyang throughout the dynasties.

But before long, his attention was drawn to the food again. The world of foodies is really easy to understand!

Although Old Lu loves food, he's not this good, right? Little Lu wasn't like this before.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been locked up all the time and my taste buds haven’t been satisfied, so I have become more obsessed with and yearning for delicious food?

As I was walking around, the morning had passed by unknowingly.

Xiao Lu returned to the mutton soup restaurant. The proprietress spotted him and immediately came over to greet him.

"Hey young man, you're here?" The proprietress wiped a small table for him. "Sit here. There aren't many people here now, but it'll be full soon and you won't be able to find a place!"

"Business is so good?" Xiao Lu asked with a smile.

"That's it! My old man's secret mutton soup recipe passed down from generation to generation. No other family can make it taste this good!"

"Heirloom? How many years has it been passed down?"

"I'm not sure about that. It's said to be hundreds of years old. Why don't you ask him yourself?" As he said that, he called over the boss who had just finished his work.

"Old man, the young man asked you about the history of our family's mutton soup! Isn't that what you love to talk about the most?"

"Wow! A young man would ask this?" The boss became interested and started showing off his family history as he sat down.

"This mutton soup in my family has been around for over a thousand years!" the boss said proudly. "It's said that during the late Song Dynasty, my ancestors had a very difficult life. Our family fell into poverty and ended up picking up scraps.

"Although he lived in poverty at that time, he refused to sell his house! Just when he was at his wit's end, he stumbled upon a mutton soup recipe from the Later Tang Dynasty at a junk stall.

"At that time, Luoyang mutton soup was almost lost, and he didn't know if the recipe was real. He had nothing, so he thought it might be worth a try. Maybe he could make a fortune from this mutton soup?

"After hesitating for a few days, he finally slaughtered the only sheep in his family, stewed a large pot of sheep soup and sold it at the market.

"Guess what happened?"

"Is your ancestor's mutton soup popular?" Xiao Lu continued.

"It's a hit! It's a hit!" the boss beamed. "In less than an hour, his mutton soup was sold out! He cooked another pot the next day, but word had spread like wildfire that his mutton soup had spread from one person to another, and then to a hundred. He was surrounded at the entrance of the alley where his cart was pushed!"

"And then?"

"Later... didn't my ancestor only have one sheep? He ran out of ingredients and couldn't make mutton soup!

"That landlord was a foodie back then! I heard about his mutton soup, but it was sold out when I came and I didn't get to drink it. Then I heard that it was because he had no sheep left, so I gave him a sheep and asked him to make a pot specially for him.

"After drinking that pot of mutton soup, the landlord burst into tears! Lian Dao, who knew that our ancestors' craftsmanship couldn't be lost, immediately allocated money from his bank to let my ancestor open a shop.

"The mutton soup business was booming, and within a year, he had repaid the landlord's loan. That landlord was a benefactor! My ancestors would send him a pot of mutton soup every three to five days until the landlord passed away.

"That's not all. This landlord has connections in the government! The next year, he brought the emperor over 300 miles from Bian Jing to drink soup! Oh my! How impressive is that!"

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