At the same time, in another inn in the post station, a strong man dressed in native clothes was sitting around a table with an old man also dressed in native clothes and a young man with dark skin and a muscular body.
The strong man and the old man were also drinking like Zhao Xin and others.
However, the dishes to go with the wine seemed very rough. They were just large chunks of raw wild boar meat cooked together with a bunch of various wild vegetables.
There was also a bowl next to it with a small amount of coarse, black salt in it.
This is already a delicacy for the natives.
In fact, for most Qin people, this is a delicacy that is hard to come by.
But today, when the strong man smelled the fragrance wafting in from the yard outside, he couldn't enjoy his food.
He cut a piece with a knife and put it in his mouth. He chewed it for a long time but couldn't chew it. He was so upset that he spat it on the ground.
Then he angrily stabbed a knife into a piece of white meat and said angrily, "These Qin people are really despicable. They make such a big noise just by eating!"
The girl was eating meat in silence. Upon hearing this, she looked up at him and pouted, "Dad, you are so wasteful!"
The strong man glared at her and snorted coldly, "Eat yours!"
The girl was dissatisfied when she heard this and turned to the old man and said, "Grandpa, look at Dad!"
Hearing this, the old man slowly cut a piece of white meat, then took a little salt from the bowl and sprinkled it on the meat. He took a bite and chewed it slowly, saying, "Every meal and every dish is a gift from the mountain god. Don't waste it, otherwise the mountain god will be angry!"
The strong man fell silent after hearing this, then picked up the knife to cut the meat again, but the old man suddenly stopped and looked at him coldly.
The sturdy man stopped involuntarily, then glanced at the half-chewed piece of meat on the ground, his facial muscles twitching, "No way, Dad, you don't want me to..."
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