Chapter 1223: Showing Kindness for No Reason

Delicious food should not be wasted. Yun Ting helped Lin Mumu tear the mutton, mixed the seasoning and put it in front of her. Lin Mumu was responsible for eating.

Akenjiang also noticed Yun Ting at this time and couldn't help but praise him: "I didn't expect that you, a Han businessman, are good at eating. You actually know how to eat in our ethnic group."

"It's nothing. I just went to more places and met more friends. I learned a little bit of everything. I'm not good at business, so I study eating all day." Yun Ting spoke with a southern Hunan dialect, and he really looked like a businessman who traveled all over the country.

"We Dong Tuer people are the most hospitable. Come and try this lamb. How does it taste?"

Yun Ting cut a piece of lamb leg meat, dipped it in salt, and ate it in its original flavor without any other seasoning. After eating, he gave Akenjiang a thumbs up:

"This lamb is really good. It should be a lamb less than six months old. It has never been fed with feed. It basically eats grass. I guess it may not even eat hay. The meat is so delicious."

"Boss Zhong is an expert! I'll get you two more cups of butter milk tea."

Akenjiang was very happy to be praised, but he was embarrassed to tell Lin Mumu about this himself. It was just right for the Han businessman brought by Lin Mumu to do it for him.

When Akenjiang got up to make milk tea, Lin Mumu and Yun Ting exchanged glances. Obviously, they both began to doubt Akenjiang.

If you are too attentive to others for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief. He suddenly looked for Lin Mumu now, of course, not because Lin Mumu was the wife of a dead comrade, but because she was the only daughter of Ao Haijun!

Akenjiang moved quickly, and came in a few minutes later with a tin kettle.

The kettle was bubbling with steam, and the aroma of milk tea could be smelled.

"I just burned it, put it on the stove, and simmered it on low heat for a while. It's just right to drink now.

You may have had milk tea in other houses, but I guarantee you haven't had it with butter."

Akenjiang said, putting the kettle aside and putting a piece of butter in each of their bowls before pouring milk tea.

Seeing this scene, Lin Mumu missed the days in the orchard. Although there were annoying little hooligans, most people were good, especially the enthusiastic Aunt Aiman ​​and the delicious crabapple. The most important thing was that she could be with Yun Ting without worries, without having to care about other people's eyes.

Now, they can only do this.

This is not the first time Lin Mumu has drunk butter milk tea. The warm and hospitable Aunt Aiman ​​of the Ha ethnic group has prepared it for her.

Lin Mumu didn't say much. He scooped a spoonful with a small porcelain spoon, drank it after it cooled for a while, and praised it.

Akenjiang's cooking skills are really good, and his milk tea is better than Aunt Aiman's, but Lin Mumu still misses the taste that Aunt Aiman ​​gave her, perhaps because it was the first time she drank butter milk tea, or perhaps because of a state of mind.

Yun Ting, the boss of Zhong, of course, also had to praise Akenjiang with Lin Mumu, liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table, and play the role of a greasy and smooth businessman very well.

Akenjiang was obviously very happy to get the recognition of the two. When people are happy, they talk a lot. He kept recalling the time when he met Yun Ting.

Listening to his words, there is only one meaning, that is, to tell Lin Mumu that he and Yun Ting are very familiar, very familiar, so familiar that they can trust each other with their lives, and feel that they met too late.

Yun Ting is dead, and he is very sad and sad now. When he thinks of Yun Ting, he is so heartbroken that he can't breathe.