The milky white broth looked very tempting, and she was quite satisfied with the taste.
"That's not enough, I'll add some more soup for you."
Qiu Yan glanced at the crowded soldiers in front of the stove: "No need."
Let them eat their fill first.
Following closely behind, Captain Yuan also brought over a bowl of soup noodles and sat down beside the two of them.
"Miss Qiu, with you here, the soldiers are in for a treat." Captain Yuan slurped up the noodles in his bowl, thinking that if Miss Qiu were here, the soldiers wouldn't feel so bitter in the Western Regions.
The rich and fragrant mutton bone soup lingers on the lips and teeth.
The noodles are fragrant and the soup is delicious; it's really tasty!
The soldiers finished their bowls and savored the delicious taste.
Qiu Yan: "The prerequisite for having good food is having money."
If we have no money, what will we eat?
She knew that mutton soup noodles were best enjoyed in winter, and here in the far west, wasn't she just making her way here?
Therefore, she sat far from the fire stand, only moving closer when it was necessary to flip the fire.
Lieutenant Yuan wholeheartedly agreed with this statement.
“Miss Qiu is right. It’s just a pity that the soldiers’ pay for this year has not yet been issued.”
Even if they made money, so what? They're far away in the Western Regions, they can't get their hands on it.
The three chatted casually, and the noodles in the two men's bowls were emptied in no time.
When the soup ran out, the soldiers continued to add water and salt to the pot... repeating this process until the noodles were cooked.
Although the flavor was a bit bland, they still thought it was delicious.
In the end, the soldiers didn't know whether they were full or full.
Their bellies were bulging.
They strolled around for a bit, then lay down on the grass in the slanting sunlight, resting with their eyes downcast.
This life couldn't be better.
After Xue Ning and his group of five finished their noodles, they lined up at a distance, resting while drooling over the lamb leg on the fire.
For the sake of the lamb leg, they saved their stomachs, each eating only a bowl of noodles and leaving the rest for the other soldiers.
After finishing a bowl of noodles, they felt as if they hadn't eaten anything at all, their stomachs still empty.
Because of Ling Ba and Captain Yuan, they were somewhat reserved and dared not approach Qiu Yan to chat, so they could only sit far away to the side.
Putting them aside, all the soldiers were somewhat envious.
On the grill, the skewers of roasted mutton sizzled and turned golden brown on both sides.
The hundred or so soldiers who had fought earlier felt a little regretful.
Following Miss Qiu, one can indeed enjoy the finest food and drink.
When the lamb leg was almost cooked, Qiu Yan sprinkled some more cumin on the meat skewers.
Actually, she wanted to sprinkle some more dried chili powder, but all she had was a handful of chilies that Vera had given her, which she wanted to save for seeds.
In no time, the lamb leg was roasted, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Qiu Yan called Xue Ning and the other four over.
Each of them had a leg of lamb.
After taking just one bite, Captain Yuan felt as if his tongue no longer belonged to him.
"The lamb leg that Miss Qiu makes is even better than the kebabs outside."
He had only eaten barbecue skewers once; they tasted good, but he just didn't have the money.
Can Xue Ning and the other four say that they were very moved?
Compared to the others' ravenous expressions, Ling Ba was much calmer.
They were all strong young men, and they devoured the six-pound leg of lamb in one go, still wanting more.
Even if there were still some left, my belly couldn't hold them all.
Qiu Yan used a dagger to cut open her leg of lamb, tasted it briefly, and was deeply satisfied with her cooking skills.
She was already full from the mutton soup noodles she had just eaten.
Fifteen minutes later, the soldiers began to continue dispensing gunpowder.
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