Chapter 131 Want to cry but no tears
Lu Xiaohao shook his head: "No. But starting from today, our meals along the way will be provided by the caravan."

The excited and expectant smile on Yang Song's face froze for a moment, and he felt a little disappointed: "They don't want to?"

Joining the Baijiabao caravan was the result of their consideration along the way, and they did not expect to be rejected.

"It's not surprising. We are outsiders, we don't know the origins or the background. If the Baijiabao Caravan just let anyone join casually, how could it develop to its current scale?"

Yang Song thought about it and nodded: "That's right."

"Sir, those..."

Lu Xiaohao: “I gave them all.”

After a pause, he continued, "We should repay Miss Bai for saving us."

Yang Song: "Young Master is righteous."

Although he could not join the caravan, Yang Song was very happy as he could eat the caravan's meals along the way.

He was really not good at cooking. Sometimes, after finally hunting pheasants and rabbits, he could only roast them, but they were barely enough to fill his stomach, not to mention the taste.

And every time it’s mealtime, the aroma of food wafting from the Baijiabao caravan camp is so delicious that one wants to swallow his tongue.

"That's great, sir. You won't have to eat my roasted pheasants and rabbits anymore." Yang Song was happy but also a little embarrassed.

Although Lu Xiaohao didn't say it, he agreed in his heart.

Soon, the team set off again.

Over the next two days, Yang Song was moved to tears several times.

Woohoo, it’s so delicious.

The food of the Baijiabao caravan was so good, with wild boar meat, wild goat meat, and even roe deer from time to time.

The key point is that the cooking skills of the Baijiabao caravan’s kitchen team are simply too good.

No matter what it is, they can make it delicious.

Think about what I ate a while ago and then look at what I eat now. There is such a huge difference.

Pork belly stewed with potatoes. He knows pork belly, but what are potatoes?
It tastes powdery and sticky, and is soaked in broth. How can I describe it in one word: delicious.

This potato can also be stewed with beef. It’s so delicious.

But the beef purchased by the Baijiabao caravan in time?
Yang Song was not an ordinary citizen, so he naturally did not think there was anything great about eating beef. After all, the imperial court did not forbid eating beef, but only allowed beef cattle to be raised specifically for eating.

However, the procedures for slaughtering beef cattle are complicated, and ordinary people are not aware of it.

It is normal for the Baijiabao caravan to be so large and have its own purchasing channels.

At Yang Song’s age, he can eat as much as two people.

Although he got a truckload of raw jade in exchange, he felt embarrassed to just sit there and do nothing, so whenever Taohua Village needed people to move things, he would step forward actively.

"I don't need any wages. I'm strong. Just let me have enough food to eat."

Not only Yang Song will help carry the sacks, but Lu Xiaohao will also join in.

Bai Dashan asked Bai Tao, after all, anyone who could hand over a truckload of jadeite raw stones was not an ordinary person.

Bai Tao: "Whatever, let them do it if they want."

Even so, the two of them were only carrying large sacks and had no contact with other things happening in Taohua Village.

But soon, in the next two days, Yang Song began to feel like crying but had no tears left.

It was understandable that mutton offal soup was served with sesame seed cakes, after all, mutton offal soup was delicious, but he didn’t know what to say when the meat dish for dinner the next day was hot peppers and pork intestines.

When Yang Song saw the hot peppers and pork intestines in the big iron pot, his face froze. How could this be eaten?

He can eat it, but his master...how can he eat these stinky things.

However, seeing that everyone in the Baijiabao caravan was eating, he could only carry the dishes back to his master.

"Sir, today's meat dish is pig intestines." Lu Xiaohao: "What is pig intestines?"

"That's it..." Yang Song was about to explain when he saw his master picking up a piece of food with chopsticks and starting to taste it.

"Sir, this..."

Lu Xiaohao chewed it, swallowed it, and nodded: "It's spicy, but it tastes good, um... it goes well with rice."

I heard the word "go with rice" from Bai Tao. That girl's requirement for food is that it should go well with rice.

Hearing this, Yang Song swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and decided not to say anything else. Otherwise, what if his master vomited?

The key point is that there is no other food today. If I vomit, I will have to go hungry all night.

Woohoo, the master is so pitiful. He used to be well-fed and well-dressed, but now he has to hide from being hunted down, and he can even eat such food...

"Why don't you eat?"

"Eat, I'll eat." Yang Song made up his mind and picked up a pair of chopsticks.

Originally he thought that his master was forcing himself to eat, but he had no idea that the food was so delicious.

"Well, sir, the chefs of the Baijiabao caravan are really good."

Who would have thought that stinky intestines could be made so fragrant.

Lu Xiaohao also nodded: "Yes, it's good." The cooking skills are much better than those of the imperial chef.

In fact, it’s not that the imperial chef’s skills are so bad, but there are too many things to pay attention to when cooking for royal relatives and nobles. If there is anything wrong, it is a capital crime.

So, to be safe, we just wanted to make sure the taste wasn’t wrong, so naturally the food wasn’t as fragrant and spicy as the ones in Taohua Village.

Although spicy peppers and pork intestines went well with rice, and Yang Song also ate two large bowls of rice and sweet potato rice, he still couldn't help but be curious about the next day's meal.

soon.

At lunch time the next day, Yang Song smelled the fragrance with great anticipation and went to get his food in a large bowl.

"Uncle Bai, what is this?"

The big iron pot was wafting a delicious aroma, but when he looked at the feet, his expression was a little torn.

Bai Duoxi: "Oh, this is a frog."

"The spicy frog we're having today might be a little spicy, but I didn't put too much chili in it, so I think you guys should be able to handle it."

Yang Song was stunned when he heard this. Is this a problem with the spiciness? It’s a problem with the ingredients.

Spicy frog, it’s called a chicken, but it’s actually a frog.

He had heard before that people in more southern areas would catch frogs and eat them on rainy days.

But isn't that something that only people who have no food would do if they wanted to eat meat?
The Baijiabao caravan isn't at the point where they can't get enough food, right?

Are you trying to save food?
If he hadn't seen that those big iron pots were filled with this dish, he would have suspected that the Baijiabao caravan was giving them special treatment.

He carried a big sack for half an hour yesterday, and today he has to eat this.

Bai Duoxi: "What's wrong with eating this? Frogs are delicious."

This was the third time he made this frog, and even my aunt said it was very good.

When Yang Song heard Bai Duoxi's response, he finally realized that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

"Do you want to beat it? If not, I'll beat more eggs and gourds for you."

"This..." Yang Song hesitated, but he saw that some people from the Baijiabao caravan had already started eating, and they seemed to be enjoying the food very much.

Thinking about the pig intestines he had eaten before, which didn't have much smell, he nodded: "Yes!"

Seeing Yang Song coming back with the food in a serious look on his face, Lu Xiaohao couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong? Did someone give you a cold look?"

(End of this chapter)