The bonfire has been lit, and the waiter wearing traditional Mongolian costumes is carefully shaking the grill. However, in just a while, a little bit of oil appeared on the white and tender lamb, making a sizzling sound. Not to mention the final taste, just watching this live cooking performance is enough to make people salivate.

The shooting mission was over. When the sky was getting darker, the tarpaulins around the big tent were lifted up, facing the central ground of the big tent, there were a lot of charcoal fires, and naturally, the roasted whole sheep were indispensable.

Although it was not too early and everyone was hungry, it is said that according to the tradition here, the honorable guests should first taste the deliciousness of roasted lamb, and then present other exquisite dishes. So far, whether it is Zhao Yongqi and others, or the crew members, the table tables in front of them are still filled with fruits and snacks. However, everyone's minds are all on the roasted lamb that has begun to drip out oil and is covered with a layer of golden armor. Even if the food is full of delicious food in front of them, they will probably leave their stomachs waiting for the lamb to be sent into their mouths.

Not long after, when night fell, the waiter who had been busy with roasting the whole lamb for a long time finally began to pick up the small scimitar for cutting meat. Originally, Zhao Yongqi thought they would separate them, or cut off the most noble lamb-faced meat and gave it to Lu Hao before everyone could get food. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man who seemed to be all in this pastoral area, holding a small silver plate with a golden scimitar inlaid with gems, walked straight to Zhao Yongqi, with full

With a smile, he stood still, bent down and said respectfully: "Dear Han brothers, the gods on the grassland have also seen your kindness. The helpless children on the grassland now have food and books to read, which is everything you give. If I had known that you would come here, I would definitely bring my whole family to welcome you from afar outside the door. Now, the humble Wulihan has presented this golden knife, hoping that the gods' love will always be bathed in you."

Although Zhao Yongqi didn't understand why, he had already stood up very early. However, this man named Wu Lihan was not as good as Meng Zhi and the others in Chinese. He took a lot of effort to understand what he was saying, but what he meant... did he understand.

Zi Ye looked at the handsome man scrambling his hair, looking confused, and was amused. He was amused, but he immediately stood up and walked to Zhao Yongqi and said in a low voice: "**oss, starting last year, you specially used tens of millions to establish a full boarding school for 12-year orphanage schools in several particularly poor areas in the country. There are three in this province, and the media has reported it many times. This Mongolian boss, offering you a golden knife, is a very formal etiquette, hurry up and follow it."

Although Zi Ye spoke very quietly, Zhao Yongqi could understand it, and the little buns and others around him naturally understood it. Everyone, who had not understood it at the beginning, looked at the handsome man with a softer look.

"I don't really understand the etiquette of Mongolian brothers. If there is any rudeness, please forgive me. Thank you very much for your golden knife, I will be ashamed." Zhao Yongqi bent down and took the tray with both hands with a smile.

Seeing Zhao Yongqi take it, Uncle Wulihan's smile became stronger. After bowing slightly, he stroked his chest with one hand, and when he retreated to the side, he smiled and pointed at the roasted whole sheep.

"Don't be stupid, this is asking you to distribute mutton." Zi Ye gently pushed behind Zhao Yongqi, then with a charming smile, he returned to his seat.

Zhao Yongqi grabbed the hair, picked up the golden knife on the plate, lowered his voice and said, "I have been fucking for a long time. I still have to serve the more noble little buns! I went there, it seems that the reputation of the buns clan has crossed the boundaries of time, hey~~~"

"Brother Qi~~" The shy little bun gently pounded Zhao Yongqi's thighs, then covered his little mouth and giggled.

Zhao Yongqi, who shook his head, finished his mouth and won with Ah Q spirit. After winning, he swayed to the edge of the roasted lamb with silver plate and the other hand. The golden knife, which was longer than the palm of his hand, instantly rotated at high speed like a fan in his right palm. When he was about to start, he looked back at the uncle Wulihan who had been smiling and said with some concern: "Uncle, I cut it casually, won't you be angry, right?"

"The darling of the gods doesn't need to mind the subtle etiquette, please feel free to do it." Uncle Wulihan responded with a smile.

When Zhao Yongqi heard this answer, he became energetic and raised his head and smiled at his companion, saying, "Today, let you see that Xiao Zhao's sword technique is the best." As the words fell, the golden knife continued to rotate, and when he approached his palms to the sheep's head, the slices of meat as thin as cicada's wings fell into the silver plate with a "swish swish swish swish swish swish" sound.

Seeing that most of the plate of meat fell, Zhao Yong waved his hand and the golden knife handle fell accurately into his palm.

"Okay!" Li Chen shouted, awakening everyone who was still in a daze. In an instant, the people who saw the scene just now began to cheer.

With a smile of unstoppable honor and disgrace, Zhao Yongqi wandered to Lu Hao, Xu Rong and Sister Wang, and squatted down to show a flattering smile: "Sister Wang must be the first to taste it. Although it was not my baked, my swordsmanship is definitely the only one in this family without any semicolons."

"Hehe, thank you." Sister Wang looked at Zhao Yongqi with ease and put one-third of the meat on her plate, thanking her with a smile.

Zhao Yongqi nodded, moved two steps, ignored Lu Hao in the middle, and said to Xu Rong with a smile: "Director Xu has worked hard in the later stage, so I will cut it handsomely this time."

"Haha, our Xiao Qi is handsome even on the back of his head." Xu Rong laughed and watched one-third of the meat enter his plate.

After dividing the two of them, Zhao Yongqi stood up and did not look at Lu Hao's black face at all. He turned around and seemed to want to leave, but before he could start, he turned around again, inserted a piece of meat into the tip of the knife, and squatted down and placed it on Lu Hao's plate with a reluctant look, muttering, "If it weren't for the fear that someone would be told that this male god abused the old man, I wouldn't give it to you."

"Boy! Don't run away if you have the ability!" Lu Hao, who was slamming the table, laughed and scolded the handsome man who had successfully played the prank, had already run away with a smile on his face. As for the silver plate, it was naturally placed in front of the old man.

Amid the laughter of the audience, the tortured brothers made the most noise, and Cheng He had already started whistling and giving a thumbs up. Zhao Yongqi in the audience bowed with fists, obviously thanking his own people for their support.



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Chapter completed!