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"Covering your face? Playing hide and seek?" Qi Xiaomian teased as she took the bowl and chopsticks Misha handed her. "Miss Sang really has a childlike heart."
Well, she isn't that old either; after all, she's still a student.
Seeing Qi Xiaomian pick up a piece of beef offal, Sang Qingxiao's eyes glinted mischievously as she introduced, "Did you know, Yongxin Marquis, that cows have four stomachs?"
The rumen is the cow's first stomach, with an inner lining covered in fine villi. It has a thick, soft texture and is chewy, more durable than other parts, and the longer it cooks, the more flavorful it becomes.
The reticulum is known as the honeycomb stomach; its inner wall features hexagonal honeycomb-like wrinkles. It has a crispy texture that doesn't fall apart easily and is quite resilient.
The omasum is the tripe, which has a unique texture and is very crunchy, perfect for hot pot.
The abomasum is the cow's stomach; it combines the toughness of the honeycomb stomach with the chewiness of the rumen, closely resembling an ordinary stomach in texture. It has a lot of fat and a very rich flavor.
The piece you picked up is the honeycomb tripe. The piece next to it is cow intestine; you know what that is—it's filled with... well, you know.
She initially intended to playfully tease her friend, but Qi Xiaomian not only acted unfazed but also accurately identified each part as Sang Qingxiao described them, eating without hesitation.
Sang Qingxiao pouted slightly in frustration and continued, "Did you know that what's inside a cow's stomach can also be eaten? Some tribes in the southern regions use undigested grass from a cow's stomach to extract grass juice and gastric fluid. They then boil it with great fire to skim off the foam and impurities, creating cow bile hot pot."
This soup has a yellow-green color with a hint of bitterness and spiciness, mixed with the fragrance of various herbs. It offers a unique flavor but comes from inside the stomach—oh dear...
Sang Qingxiao felt a slight pain in her forehead and exclaimed after a moment of surprise, "Qi Xiaomian! You hit me!"
It was just a light tap on her forehead; it didn't even leave a mark. Who told her to be so cheeky?
Trying to gross me out? Qi Xiaomian smiled. On the battlefield, I've eaten all sorts of things. After finally hunting down some meat, I naturally want to share it with my warriors. With so many people and so little meat, how could I bear to waste any?
In the military camp, all the cooks could do was cook food thoroughly; they certainly didn't have any strange seasonings. During times of material shortages, they didn't even add salt.
A bowl might only have a few pieces of meat or offal at the bottom; who knows if they were cleaned properly? Gulping it down without care made the strong smell rise up. Yet in her mind, she couldn't help but feel grateful to finally be eating something meaty again.
That sounded somewhat bittersweet. Sang Qingxiao pouted and said, "Hmph! I won't argue with you anymore. Yongxin Marquis is so busy every day; why do you have time to visit my small tavern today?"
Here to collect debts?
Sang Qingxiao questioned, "Do we have any debt between us?"
"You gave this to me; now you're pretending it doesn't count? What about my runes?"
Ah, I almost forgot. When the Office of Censors wants Misha, they promised to exchange it for the rune that suppresses Demonic Nature.
Sang Qingxiao avoided direct eye contact and blinked. "You don't even know your own situation? It's a complete nightmare mode. I need some time to sketch it out, but I'm almost done. You can come pick it up soon."
"Then thank you, Miss Sang," Qi Xiaomian replied after a moment of thought. "His Majesty has allowed me to establish a private army and has designated several mountains outside the city for me to build a military camp. My Wolf Howl Camp will arrive in two days, and as the commander, I need to find some good supplies to reward them."
According to the laws of the Great Jing Kingdom, it is forbidden to slaughter oxen for food, so even the Imperial Kitchen rarely has beef available. I noticed that in this Small Tavern run by Miss Sang, there seems to be beef served daily, so I wanted to ask if there are any supplies left that you could sell to me.
"Why don't you ask me where this beef comes from?" Miss Sang said, a peculiar glint in her eye. "It's just beef."
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