Soon, the hot pot was boiling with steam.
No one had ever seen this way of eating before.
The bright red chili oil simmered and rolled in the hot pot.
"Girls, these hot pots are a bit spicy, you'll have to handle it." Jiang Tian took out the already sliced lamb and beef rolls.
He put the lamb and beef rolls inside.
A few seconds later.
The tender lamb and beef rolls are now ready.
Paired with Jiang Tian's secret dipping sauce.
Jiang Tian placed the dipped mutton rolls in front of Princess Xue'er.
Princess Xue'er picked up a slice of mutton roll and put it in her mouth.
Instantly, an indescribable deliciousness stimulated my taste buds and filled my mouth.
How does it taste?
"It's delicious! I've never eaten anything so delicious before."
Drinking Sprite and eating hot pot, that feeling is just so great.
Various kinds of hot pot meatballs, tripe, mutton rolls, beef rolls, and chicken rolls.
Princess Xue'er, Qin Hongyu, and the other girls all had a great time eating.
To win someone's heart, you must first win their stomach.
Looking across the entire world, who else could provide these girls with such abundant and delicious fruits and hot pot?
Which of these young girls wouldn't want to follow Jiang Tian wholeheartedly?
...
Inside the military camp.
The air was filled with the aroma of roasted lamb chops, roasted beef legs, and roasted lamb legs.
Li Guang and Huo Qubing, along with their soldiers, ate with great excitement.
In contrast, consider Pound's team.
Their several thousand men did not set up camp; they simply arranged all the vehicles and warhorses in two circles.
Pound's chariot was in the very center of the defense.
Pound, these thousands of people don't have anything good to eat. The best thing they have on them is dried meat.
"Young Master, this is beef jerky, and we've cooked you a bowl of mutton soup. Drink it while it's hot and get some rest."
The aroma of roasted mutton and roasted lamb leg wafted from the nearby military camp.
The men under Xiao Gelou's command were all swallowing hard, drooling.
What they found even more unbearable was the wafting aroma of alcohol.
These are all 65-proof Erguotou liquors.
This wine has a rich aroma; just smelling it makes your mouth water.
"I don't want to eat this stuff." He looked at the mutton soup and the jerky that was so hard it could knock out a person's teeth.
He kicked all of them away.
"Young Master, please calm down. I'll have someone prepare some yellow wine for you."
We're in the borderlands, and besides these, there's nothing else good to eat.
"Then kill the horse. I don't want to eat this jerky. I want to drink, I want to drink good wine."
The young Grand Secretary roared.
Laughter drifted through Jiang Tian's military camp.
"Young Grand Secretary, what we brought with us is 50-year-old Shaoxing wine."
This wine has a rich aroma and is no less delicious than theirs.
Pound reluctantly nodded: "We've slaughtered over 100 horses. We can't afford to be worse off than others."
Let the brothers eat meat and drink wine tonight.
You've eaten your fill, now get some rest.
"I'm a minor Grand Secretary, and my father is the Chief Minister of the Cabinet. If I were to eat worse than some nobody like Jiang Tian, it would be a laughingstock."
"Young Grand Secretary, we've just crossed the Great Wall and we're already slaughtering our warhorses? What are we going to do with those cavalrymen?"
Upon hearing this, Pound flew into a rage: "What? My family is so powerful, can't I even kill 100 warhorses? Do as I say right now, or I'll take your life."
Those around Pound dared not disobey his wishes.
Everyone knew that Pound was seething with anger and was looking for a reason to vent it.
They didn't want to be the unlucky ones.
Soon, the sound of horses being slaughtered came from Pound's side.
They slaughtered and butchered the horse, roasting large chunks of horse meat over a fire.
But no matter how they roasted the horse meat, it never tasted as good as beef or mutton.
Pound took a sip of 50-year-old Shaoxing wine, and the moment it entered his mouth, he spat it out.
This 50-year-old Shaoxing wine is already a good wine, but Pang De couldn't tell that it smelled as good as 65-proof Erguotou.
...
Two hours later, it was late at night.
Everyone inside and outside the military camp had already fallen asleep.
Li Guang personally led a patrol.
One wolf howl after another came from not far away.
"Brothers," Li Guang loudly reminded the patrolling soldiers, "be vigilant, especially don't let the wolves sneak into the stables."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Outside the military camp, under the pitch-black night.
You can see pairs of wolves' eyes gleaming green.
The wolves' eyes were like those of ghosts in the dark night.
Huo Qubing rode over and said, "General Li Guang, I've led my men out to kill wolves. Do you think we'll be tormented by these wolves?"
"General Huo, it would be the best course of action if we did not take any action." Li Guang pointed to the camp of the Junior Grand Secretary outside the military camp.
Pound's camp had no wooden fences, and there were not many people on guard duty or patrolling.
"It would be a shame if the young Grand Secretary's warhorse were dragged away by wolves," Huo Qubing said, gazing into the distance. "We might as well have these horses."
"That being said, snatching warhorses directly from wolves and snatching them from the young Grand Secretary are two completely different things."
Several strong wolves looked at Jiang Tian's military camp, and then at the Little Grand Secretary's camp.
It was obvious that the young Grand Secretary's camp was completely undefended.
Several more wolf howls followed.
Hundreds of prairie wolves headed straight for the young Grand Secretary's camp.
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