The kitchen is not big, there is a gas stove inside, and a large pot outside is set up, ready to cook mutton.

Chef Lakshin cut the lamb chops into large pieces very quickly because they were just killed and there were blood on them, which looked very fresh.

A large pot was set up at the door of the kitchen and was burned with clean water. Large pieces of mutton with bones and blood were thrown directly into the pot by Laxhin. The boiling water was splashed out, which was particularly bold.

In a short while, there will be a full pot. There are only water and mutton, and there are no other ingredients. Inner Mongolia's sheep are actually not too mutton-like, and they do not need all kinds of messy spices. Adding them will ruin the original taste of mutton.

However, Lakshin still peeled two white radishes and put them in. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is called harmony of yin and yang. Lamb is warm, while white radishes are cold. The two intersect, neither dry nor cold, and just blend.

From a cooking perspective, white radish and mutton are a perfect match. They can bring out the umami flavor of mutton and remove the mutton smell.

Lakshin stew the lamb and ignore it. When it is cooked, pick it up and dip it in fine salt or leek sauce. This is a typical bold way to eat it in Inner Mongolia.

After returning to the kitchen, Lakshen took only the chicken that was slaughtered and started making local smoked chickens in Zhuozi County. The staff at Hara Station were so hospitable. The meal was very rich.

Xue Guo had been wandering around in front of the big pot for several times, and her saliva was flowing out, and she was almost greedy. People who liked to eat would not have bad cooking skills, so if you like to eat, you would like to make it.

Then he went to the kitchen and found that he didn't seem to have any help. Zhao Xiaoqiang and Xiaoqiang followed him straight, and his burly body walked up to bring out the rustling sound of the wind.

"Director Zhao, why don't I come and cook a dish too." Xue Guo said with a smile.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaoqiang agreed very happily: "Let us Mongolians also taste the skills of you Beijingers."

Xue Guo laughed a few times and said in particular: "This is the exchange and promotion of food culture between our two places."

Zhao Xiaoqiang was stunned and did not react, but he still smiled a few generously.

Xue Guo was not vague anymore. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to start drying. She glanced at the kitchen. There was still a sheep spine that had not been thrown into the pot. He immediately ran over excitedly, held the sheep spine in his hand, and said excitedly: "Why do I make a sheep scorpion."

"Scorpion? Ah, OK."

Xue Guo smiled a few times, but without any explanation, she borrowed a small axe from Laxhin to chop the sheep's spine into large pieces according to the bone sections, and put it in clean water to soak the blood.

Then I took the straight lamb leg bone and cut it a few pieces. The real good lamb scorpion is definitely inseparable from the lamb leg bone.

The spices here are not complete, so Xue Guo only uses pepper, fennel and cinnamon, these kinds of them are. Fortunately, there are dried peppers here, so he can make a red soup sheep scorpion.

Considering that He Xiangdong didn't eat much spicy food, he didn't put too much, so he just put it in the color. Then he started cooking. Xue Guo put the sheep scorpion neatly and fryed the oil and fat, added various seasonings, and then placed the lamb leg bones underneath, and the sheep scorpion began to stew on it.

In a short while, the fragrance filled the room.

Hara Station is usually quite idle. Now all the staff in the station gather outside the kitchen and watch curiously as guests from Beijing showing their cooking skills.

Seeing so many viewers, Xue Guo put her hands behind her back, raised her head slightly forty-five degrees, and made her look mysterious, and was in front of her.

Lakshin looked at him and didn't know what to say in Mongolian words. Zhao Xiaoqiang began to laugh, and the people around the kitchen began to laugh.

Xue Guo's appearance was almost unable to maintain it. Although he couldn't understand what Lakshin was talking about, he knew that this must be something good.

He Xiangdong also came back from outside at this time. Seeing Xue Guo making sheep scorpion, he couldn't help but feel itchy and insisted on cooking and cooking.

Xue Guo was quite curious. He had known He Xiangdong for more than two years, but he had never eaten what he cooked. He was very doubtful if He Xiangdong really knows how to cook.

As it turns out, He Xiangdong's cooking skills are still very good. After he cooked the mutton mixed with stew, he cut the tray dry, fryed the tray with chili, and finally made a stir-fried mutton face.

Ding Jinyang also came, and he was not willing to be outdone. He picked up the rice cooker and went to cook. The incomparable aura of the great man immediately shocked everyone on the scene.

As for Guo Yunchong, he is still using the toilet and has not come out yet.

The lunch was also ready quickly, and they were all casual. A table was set up outside, with a pot of mutton scorpions, a few small stir-fry dishes, local smoked chicken, and of course, white rice made by Ding Jinyang. This is important to emphasize that there is a pot of mutton cooking beside the table.

Next was a hot meal. Zhao Xiaoqiang had already brought out the wine and said he wanted to have a good drink with He Xiangdong and others.

Xue Guo said that there would be a performance later, so she declined. Although he was good at drinking, he could distinguish between the severity and the severity. He said that after the performance, he would have to have a good time with Zhao Xiaoqiang and distinguish between the severity.

Zhao Xiaoqiang readily agreed.

Because the leaders followed, these four young people were very relaxed. Xue Guo and He Xiangdong didn't like to be too polite at the dinner table. They were the ones who were most annoying to you toast me for two drinks, and I thank you for your two mouthfuls.

They ate very relaxedly. The staff at Hara Station are all from Inner Mongolia and are not restricted at the dining table. Everyone seemed very harmonious to eat on the table without any politeness.

To be honest, these dishes are quite delicious. The stewed mutton with fine salt is fragrant and tender. The lean meat in the mutton is stewed so crispy and crumbly, and the fat meat is also full of oil, but it is not greasy. When eating stewed mutton, you must bring some fat, and the pure lean meat does not taste the same at all.

The sheep scorpion made by Xue Guo has a very Beijing-style flavor. People eat meat and absorb marrow. The spicy and rusty taste completely conquered the Inner Mongolian compatriots.

There are also a few mutton offals made by He Xiangdong, which are also very popular. The unique umami flavor of the internal organs was completely waving by He Xiangdong. He has also been a chef since he was a child, and his cooking skills are not covered. The fried sheep face is very delicious and well versed in the essence of Central Plains cooking.

There is also the rice cooked by Ding Jinyang, which he had a very happy meal himself.

Everyone ate this hard meal, and He Xiangdong had a sweat. He was really not sure about it. He was wearing a short-sleeved sweatshirt outside, but now he was hot, so he took off his shirt.

Xue Guo was also a fat man, and now he was sweating profusely. Seeing that He Xiangdong was like this, he saw that the Inner Mongolian men on the other side had all taken off, so he decided to be bare-handed.

Ding Jinyang also said to these two people: "Tell me, do you have any image and look like this, and want to bring the old Beijing scepter to Inner Mongolia?"

He Xiangdong said, "What do you know? We call honest meeting."

Xue Guo is the leader of the team and speaks well: "Everyone is a railway employee. When you come here, you will be like home. You are still restrained at home."

Zhao Xiaoqiang nodded and said yes. He took off his chest, and his chest hair was particularly spectacular: "Yes, if it's hot, take off, it's like the family."

"Okay." Ding Jinyang agreed, and he was sweating himself, and then he started taking off his clothes.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoqiang shouted anxiously: "Don't take off your pants." It will be continued.
Chapter completed!