The Yellow Field Prefecture loves sheep meat even more than the Mingjiang Prefecture, and the quality is superb. Whether braised or made into soup, the aroma can knock a passerby off their feet.
"Four bowls of mutton soup, one mutton pot, a bowl of plain noodles, and three trays of mutton shumai."
Zhou Xuan finished ordering and casually grabbed the innkeeper's sleeve, asking, "It's real mutton, right? I don't eat it with human flesh seasoning."
Yesterday at the inn on Yunlu Mountain, Zhou Xuan had a psychological shadow from eating mutton, fearing he might end up in trouble again, so he asked upfront to be clear.
The innkeeper laughed heartily and said, "You're joking, sir. We Bitter Ghosts can't afford that fancy meat, just getting a bit of mutton is enough."
"You're calling me sir, do you know me?" Zhou Xuan asked.
