Black Hawk escaped from the carriage and flew away without looking back. He returned near dusk. When he saw Qin Jing, he was still angry.
At that time, the slaughtered sheep had been put into the pot, sprinkled with salt and pepper, and the aroma of broth filled the camp.
Soldiers and laborers lined up to serve soup. If they were lucky, they could even get a piece of bone in their bowl. Although the meat had been stewed till soft and 90% melted into the soup, the layer of tendons and skin on the bones still satisfied their appetite. If they had good teeth, they could chew the bones and swallow them.
Liu Laozhi had food and was willful. He waved his hand and killed more than a hundred sheep.
The cook had a towel draped over his shoulders and his face was red from the steam.
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