Fan Zhigang's excitement and enthusiasm made Yang Xuming inexplicably uncomfortable.

He subconsciously broke free of Fan Zhigang's hand and said, "Lamb meal? Where did you get the lamb?"

Fan Zhigang was completely unaware of Yang Xuming's alienation and guard, and said happily.

"I bought it by the roadside. The mutton from that restaurant is super delicious. Come on, reporter, sit down and I'll bring you the mutton powder right away."

After half-forced Yang Xuming to sit down on the stool, the hunched young man ran into the room crookedly.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly brought out a bowl of icy rice noodles.

Because of the coldness, a layer of semi-solidified oil floated on the surface of the soup, and several pieces of meat with a fishy smell floated on it.

Yang Xuming glanced at it, his face changed slightly, and his throat was itchy.

Fan Zhigang happily handed this bowl of cold rice noodles to Yang Xuming, looking at him expectantly, "Hurry up, big reporter, my rice noodles are very delicious."

Yang Xuming calmly pushed aside the bowl of rice noodles, and said, "No, thank you. I was already very full before I came, and I can't eat rice noodles. You can eat it yourself."

Fan Zhigang looked disappointed, "Aren't you going to eat it... Didn't you say that you will come to eat rice noodles tonight? I keep it for you all the time!"

Yang Xuming smiled helplessly, and said, "Sorry, I really can't eat it. Next time, I'll eat it next time."

Fan Zhigang looked at the bowl of rice noodles before him and hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he lowered his head in disappointment and said in frustration, "Well..."

He took the bowl of rice noodles that had already cooled down and walked into the room.

Soon, he came back.

Holding a small pot in his hand.

Looking at the appearance of the pot, it was the pot that Fan Zhigang was hiding in the house when Yang Xuming peeped.

Fan Zhigang looked at him expectantly, "Then have some lamb? This is leftover lamb, which is very delicious."

After speaking, Fan Zhigang handed the pot to Yang Xuming.

A stronger stench pounced on his face, Yang Xuming tilted his head back in horror, and was almost vomited out.

Damn... this smells too big!

Inside the pot is half a pot of blood-red unknown liquid.

On the surface of this pot of blood-red liquid, there were a few pieces of light brown meat floating.

Although he is a foreigner, Yang Xuming also lived in Liupanshui for three years, and had eaten lamb noodles and lamb soup pot countless times.

He can guarantee that the thing in front of him is definitely not lamb!

That's right, the lamb in Liupanshui area is the lamb of the local black goat, and the taste and taste are different from the common lamb in the market.

But I have never seen lamb that looks like this!

Yang Xuming looked at the pieces of meat in the pot in astonishment, and asked, "This... is this mutton?"

Fan Zhigang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, the local black goat mutton is a specialty of Liupanshui, and you definitely can't eat it in Hunan. Even with the exception of Liupanshui, you can hardly eat authentic black goat meat in other places in Guizhou. Special, big reporter, eat it quickly, it's delicious."

Fan Zhigang looked at Yang Xuming with anticipation, like a local who was very proud to introduce the special food of his hometown, and could not see any wicked eyes at all.

However, Yang Xuming felt that the sliced ​​meat floating in this pot was not mutton.

And the taste of the soup was too stinky, it was like **** water that had been fermented in the sewer for several days, exuding an unspeakable stench.

He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I...I still don't eat..."

Halfway through the conversation, Yang Xuming was stunned.

Because the moment he just said that he would not eat, Fan Zhigang, who had been greeted with a smile on his face, suddenly changed.

He grabbed Yang Xuming's arm, the expression on his face became extremely distorted and hideous.

Those eyes stared at Yang Xuming tightly.

An angry roar spewed out of his mouth with a strong smell.

"You can't eat it! You must eat it! You promised me!"

The distance between the two parties was so close that Yang Xuming could even see the plaque on the other's yellow teeth.

After a few seconds of silence, Yang Xuming restrained the urge to hit the opponent's face with a punch.

He took a deep breath and smiled on his face.

"This...Would you take two slices first? Then I will eat it together?"

Fan Zhigang stared at him, confirming with distrust, "Really? You eat if I eat it?"

"Well, I will eat as soon as you eat."

"Okay! I'll eat!" Fan Zhigang suddenly loosened Yang Xuming's collar, and then in front of Yang Xuming, he directly stretched out his claw-like hand and fished out a slice of the scarlet red soup with his fingers. Meat.

"Big reporter, I ate," Fan Zhigang held up the piece of meat in front of Yang Xuming under the dim light and stuffed it into his mouth.

A happy smile appeared on his face.

"too delicious!"

Then Yang Xuming hadn't spoken yet, this guy seemed to be out of control, one after another he reached out his hand to fish out pieces of meat from the soup, and kept stuffing his mouth into his mouth.

While chewing, he nodded happily, "Lamb is delicious."

Soon, he fished out all the lamb in the pot and ate it.

In the end, when he reached out and fished in the pot twice, and the soup was splashed and there was no new lamb, this guy was slightly startled and reacted suddenly.

"I've been eaten by..."

He looked at Yang Xuming in a panic, with a panic on his face, "Big reporter, I ate your lamb...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. But the lamb is really delicious, I accidentally didn't control myself. ...I'm sorry! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I'm sorry..."

The nineteen-year-old boy started crying, tears and nose running down his face.

Yang Xuming quickly comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay, you can eat as long as you like, I'm not hungry."

Fan Zhigang shook his head quickly, "No way, no way! Mom and Dad said that you can't eat the guests' food...I will make it for you again. Big reporter, please wait for me here, OK?"

The big boy who was crying with his nose and tears begged, "You sit here for a while, and I'll make you a fresh lamb to serve. Soon, don't say anything, please, okay?"

Yang Xuming nodded, "Okay, I won't tell you. I'll wait for you here, you take it slowly, don't worry."

Seeing that Yang Xuming was so talkative, Fan Zhigang broke his tears into a smile, and showed a happy smile.

"The reporter is really nice."

Then he happily turned and walked into the room with the pot full of red soup.

And before going in, the door was carefully locked.

Yang Xuming watched him leave the room with a calm face, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This kid’s lamb...is it really lamb?

In the side room, Yang Xuming slowly stood up.