"Try some rice stalks made from this year's new rice, a bit sticky to the teeth, but very fragrant and sweet."
Without his prompting, He Kuang's wife is already munching down two stalks, chewing and mulling, the roof of her mouth even slightly aching, yet she's reluctant to put them down.
Then He Kuang quickly stops her:
"Auntie Lu said there's lamb soup to drink this morning, eat less of this."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eager hands drew back.
Oh well, let's use it to line our stomachs first; rice stalks can be eaten anytime, but fresh lamb soup is only today!
Lun Chuan laughed:
"Yes, it was slaughtered just at dawn, very fresh."
"Let's take a spin up the hill first, around 9 o'clock, have Master Chai bring the lamb slices and cabbage vermicelli to stew together, and pair it with this year's freshly milled wheat flour to make lamb broth-poured flatbread..."
In the midst of summer, is it appropriate to talk about such hearty food?
