The two men who went out returned not long after. Each of them held a parcel in their hands, and one of them handed the parcel to the thick-lipped woman beside Chu Lian.

The two of them looked at each other, and the woman took the parcel and opened it in front of her.

Although Chu Lian's head was lowered, she glanced at the woman from the corner of her eyes.

The knot on the parcel was quickly untied, revealing the contents inside.

It turned out to be food.

There was a piece of meat the size of two palms that had been frozen. It looked like mutton, a small handful of rice, a small bowl of green fruits, and a ceramic bottle.

Chu Lian smelled a faint smell of milk, and guessed that it was either cow's milk or goat's milk.

The woman was stunned when she saw the food in the parcel. She sighed softly, seeming a little disappointed.

Chu Lian saw her take out the piece of mutton, cut off a piece, and roasted it on the brazier. The rest of the food was tossed in front of Chu Lian.

She laughed sarcastically, "Whatever you want to eat, you can help yourself!"

It turned out that the woman would be respectful and take care of Chu Lian because of her master's orders, but Chu Lian had really made her angry. She wanted to torment this delicate noblewoman on purpose.

The three men glanced over and pretended not to see.

The woman's actions didn't violate the orders from above. The few of them had worked together for a long time, and they didn't want to offend the woman over such a small matter, so they turned a blind eye.

After a while, Chu Lian seemed to be unable to bear the hunger, and her stomach made an awkward rumbling sound. She carefully glanced at the thick-lipped woman who was still roasting the mutton, and moved a few steps to the side of the parcel.

A fair and slender hand reached out from the fox fur coat and pulled at the parcel. Then, both hands reached out and clumsily opened the parcel.

When she saw what was inside, Chu Lian's eyes widened in shock.

Her pink lips trembled as she said in disbelief, "You … You're letting me eat this?"

The woman squinted and snorted, "I advise you to put away your noble temper!

If you don't want to eat, then just starve. "

After saying that, the thick-lipped woman seemed to be very comfortable. Her originally expressionless face had a trace of joy. She roasted the mutton in her hands, and even found a small piece of salt from her body. She crushed it and sprinkled it on the mutton.

Immediately, the aroma of roasted lamb wafted out of the tent.

Chu Lian stared at her piece of roasted mutton. She seemed to be entranced, and she unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

The woman glanced at her and took the mutton off the fire. She used her dagger to cut it into small pieces and put them on the plate. Then, she picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked like she was enjoying it.

Chu Lian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In fact, the mutton roasted by the woman was not very delicious. The seasoning was only salt, and it was coarse salt that had formed into lumps. The mutton was just casually roasted on the fire. How delicious could it be? She had eaten roasted mutton like this every day for god knows how many days. She had long been tired of eating it.

Although the woman with thick lips was tall, she was a Southerner through and through. She didn't like to eat mutton or beef at all. What she wanted more was to have a mouthful of hot rice and a bowl of glutinous millet porridge. Unfortunately, none of them knew how to cook, so they could only make do with it.

He only hoped that when the mission was over, he would be able to return to the restaurant in Su City to have a good meal and reward himself.

The woman was pretending to be like this just to annoy the pampered village lord in front of her.

She probably didn't even know how to roast mutton with those tender hands of hers!

Thinking of this, the woman with thick lips felt a little better.

The woman quickly finished her piece of mutton. She changed to a more comfortable position and sat down. Clearly, she didn't plan to move anymore.

"Village lord, we are not your servants. Whatever you want to eat, you can only do it yourself."

The petite woman who was sitting to the side clutched her bag tightly with one hand and lowered her head, as if she was holding back her tears. Then, she suddenly raised her head and tightly pursed her lips, as if she had decided on something.

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She took the bag and walked a few steps to the brazier.

She raised her head and looked at the woman not far away. "Fine, I'll do it myself!"

The woman with thick lips sneered and turned her head. She didn't have any expectations for this village lord. She even thought of watching him make a fool of himself. She glanced at Chu Lian from the corner of her eyes from time to time. She wanted to see what kind of flower this village lord would come up with.

But this thought was quickly dispelled.

Chu Lian opened the bag and found a cleaned crock in the corner of the tent. She placed the crock over the fire and poured water into it. Then, she took out a dagger and cut off a piece of the raw mutton. She carefully cut it into small pieces and threw them into the crock.

Then, she cut the remaining mutton into slices and skewered them on bamboo sticks before putting them aside.

When the mutton in the crock was cooked to the point of bleeding, she scooped it up and changed the water. Then, she poured the handful of rice and diced mutton into the crock, adding an appropriate amount of water and a little goat's milk.

After that, Chu Lian took out a small porcelain bottle from her body and poured some unknown light-colored condiments into it. Then, she closed the lid of the crock with a peace of mind.

Then, Chu Lian began to roast the mutton. She first patted the pieces of mutton until they were soft, then sprinkled a layer of the condiments from the small porcelain bottle on them before placing the skewers on the fire to roast.

She didn't completely place the skewers on the fire. Instead, she moved them slightly away from each other, as if she was using the tip of the flame to roast the mutton skewers.

She carefully turned the mutton skewers and rotated the bamboo sticks in her hand as she roasted them. Soon, a fragrant aroma filled the entire tent.

The mutton skewers that had been marinated with sufficient condiments and then roasted were completely incomparable to the mutton skewers that had been crudely sprinkled with salt.

They had all smelled the aroma of mutton skewers that wafted out from the food street. Although Chu Lian's condiments lacked cumin and the flavor was a little lacking, for the people of the Great Wu Dynasty who were used to eating rough food, this was an irresistible temptation.

When Chu Lian had almost finished processing the mutton skewers, the mutton porridge in the crock was also half cooked, and its aroma began to waft out.

Rice had a natural fragrance to begin with, and with the addition of the mutton that had been boiled to remove its odor, as well as a little goat's milk, a faint milky aroma of porridge began to waft out. Unlike the thick and heavy flavor of the mutton skewers, the porridge's flavor was fresh and sweet, and it even carried a hint of warmth.

The other three men and one woman in the tent were already dumbstruck!

Especially the thick-lipped woman. She simply couldn't believe that these simple ingredients, when placed in the hands of this delicate and weak country lord, could actually become a delicacy that could tempt people to commit crimes!

She was in great pain. The aroma of the food uncontrollably drilled into her nostrils, and she couldn't even block it out.

When she smelled this aroma, and then thought about the half-cooked mutton she had just eaten that was only sprinkled with salt, she suddenly felt that the food she had eaten was not something that humans could eat.

The three men on the other side had already put down the food in their hands. They clearly used the same ingredients, but the food they made was like heaven and earth. The three men didn't feel good in their hearts.

Spitting out the strange mutton in their mouths, the three of them silently wept in their hearts. Smelling such a fragrant aroma, how could they still eat the food that was too horrible to look at?

This was the same feeling as watching others eat the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, but holding a bowl that only had white porridge in it.

How could they have the mood to look at their own bowl …

Chu Lian took down the mutton skewers from the brazier, took them off, and placed them on a small plate one by one. At this time, the mutton porridge was almost done boiling. She used a cloth to wrap the lid of the earthen pot, and gently opened it. Chu Lian could feel four pairs of eyes closely staring at her as she opened the earthen pot. Her pinky trembled, and some fine powder was shaken into the earthen pot.

As soon as the earthen pot was opened, a wave of steam came out, blocking her movements. Along with this white steam, came the rich aroma of the mutton porridge.

Chu Lian didn't raise her head to look at them. She found a bowl and filled it with half a bowl of fragrant mutton porridge. Then, she neatly placed the mutton slices that had been roasted over the fire on top of the porridge.

The milky white mutton porridge with the dark roasted mutton slices on top of it, that kind of visual impact almost made the starving people immediately disregard their image and rush over to snatch away the bowl in Chu Lian's hands.

Of course, the four people in the tent couldn't do such a thing, but they were really tempted by the delicious food.

The few of them had been hiding in Liangzhou City for several months now. They had been eating mutton, beef, or that damned green fruit porridge every day. They hadn't even eaten plain porridge in months, let alone mutton porridge cooked in such a way.

They were all secret agents, so of course they couldn't study the art of cooking. Of course, even if they wanted to study the art of cooking, the general standard of the Great Wu Dynasty wouldn't be much better.

Chu Lian returned to her original position with the bowl in her hands. She took a pair of chopsticks from the side, picked up a piece of meat skewer, and put it into her mouth.

It had to be said that the control of the heat was just right, and it could be said to be perfect.

Chu Lian's small face revealed an expression of enjoyment because she had eaten the food she liked.

The people watching from the side were about to fall ill from anxiety.

Even the thick-lipped woman showed some anxiety on her face.

In the end, it was the tall man with the mustache who couldn't bear it anymore. He inadvertently glanced at the earthen pot that was still warm over the fire. There was still more than half of the mutton porridge left in the pot.

Chu Lian's bowl didn't contain much at all, but there was still a layer of mutton skewers on top, which made it seem like there was a lot of it.

The man swallowed his saliva, stood up, and took two steps to Chu Lian's side. His face was finally not as expressionless as before.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to squeeze out a smile. Unfortunately, he probably didn't smile often, and the expression he made to curry favor with her was even more unsightly.

"My lord, let's talk."

Chu Lian finally raised her little face from her bowl, and with a puzzled expression, she asked, "Hmm?"