Zong Shen grabbed the sandwich with both hands and took a big bite.
As the lord, he also had a cup of hot milk to enjoy.
It was contained in a small clay pot.
Emitting steam and a faint milky aroma.
Zong Shen bit off a large piece of the sandwich, chewing vigorously.
He casually picked up the pot, feeling the warmth on its surface.
Gently shaking it, the surface of the hot milk had already formed a layer of milk skin.
These milk skins were all expanded and deformed milk fats after heating.
Zong Shen, not being picky, raised his neck and "gulp gulp" drank two mouthfuls.
First swallowing the milk skin into his mouth.
This was the richest part of the hot milk in terms of taste.
As he chewed, he placed the pot down.
A drop of milk stain and crumbs of bread remained at the corner of his mouth.
His eating manner was indeed somewhat rough.
The hot milk carried a slight milky odor.
This was normal, given it was self-produced by the territory's cows.
