Song Hanyan cut off the pork belly from the wild boar and sliced ​​it into strips about the width of his palm.

Nanzhi took out a lot of salt from her space, rubbed it on each piece of boiled meat, and then sprinkled a little sugar on it.

Song Hanyan watched his wife operate the machine and occasionally helped her with small tasks.

"Zhizhi, where did this salt come from?"

Song Hanyan stared intently at the bag in Nanzhi's hand.

Nanzhi was taken aback. Oh no! She had been so focused on preparing the meat that she had forgotten that such fine salt didn't exist in this era.

Song Hanyan had already picked up the bag of salt.

They were all fine salt, even finer than the butler's.

I've never seen a bag for storing salt before.

It is soft and can be molded into any shape. It is sealed tightly on all sides and does not leak air at all.

"Zhizhi, where did this come from?" he asked as if he had discovered a huge treasure.

Nan Zhi said without batting an eye, "An old man gave it to me when I went to the county town. He saw that I wanted to buy salt, so he gave me these. A bag only cost ten coins. I thought the salt looked good, so I bought more."

Where did you buy it?

Nanzhi Hu Zou is a place.

She couldn't let him find out that she had taken these things herself.

Song Hanyan lowered his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Nan Zhi was anxious; she hoped he hadn't discovered her.

"Zhizhi, may I take this bag of salt?"

"sure."

Take it and study it carefully, and don't come looking for me again.

If you keep asking, you'll be exposed.

Song Hanyan put the things into his pocket and then continued to help Nanzhi with her work.

Given that she was almost discovered earlier, when Nanzhi poured wine into the condiments, she put the wine she had taken out of her spatial storage into a wine pot that had been sitting there for a long time.

The aroma of wine wafted towards him, and Song Hanyan felt a surge of joy.

"Zhizhi, where did this wine come from? It smells so good!"

Nanzhi:······

Good heavens, it must have a dog's nose! The strong aroma of spices couldn't mask the fragrance of the wine.

Nanzhi then remembered that the alcohol content of wine brewed by the ancients was probably between 8 and 20 degrees.

The liquor she brought out was genuine Erguotou, with an alcohol content of approximately 50 to 55 degrees.

A higher alcohol content naturally results in a different aroma.

"This one?" Nanzhi picked up the wine jug with the name torn off beside her. "It was also given to me by that old man. He saw that I bought a lot, so he gave me a jug as a gift."

Song Hanyan picked it up and took a bite, and immediately beamed with joy.

"This wine is extremely rare."

"Zhizhi, once I find this peerless master, I will definitely invite him back and make money for you."

The peerless master lowered his head guiltily and hummed in agreement.