The climate in early winter was dry. In order to avoid causing fires, large areas of the open space were opened, and all the grass within a radius of one mile was removed.

A bonfire in the middle was lit for several meters, and more than a dozen charcoal fires were lit on the outside. A golden and shiny sheep were placed on it. The rich aroma of mutton drifted away the entire open space. People who were busy working here couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"This smell is so fragrant!" The old man twitched his nose and his lips kept pursing.

"Tsk! It's a long way to go. If there is cumin and spicy food, the taste will be amazing!" Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but say in his heart.

"Brother! We have roasted mutton, why can't we get this taste? And it's burnt on the outside and not cooked inside yet!" Luo Yu said.

"It's definitely not possible for you to roast it like that! First of all, cut the cross knife in the thick areas and eat it layer by layer! Moreover, the charcoal fire should not be too strong, so it should be shaken constantly to ensure even heat..."

When Jiang Xingchen was explaining to Luo Yu here, the head of the Golden Lion and the head of the Cat Clan each arrived with a group of people. At the same time, the head of the Wolf Clan and some nobles from the other three clans came.

Before entering the venue, many people's eyes lit up, and their eyes were all fixed on the roasted lamb on the small fire.

"Well! It's so fragrant, Lao Luo, how did you make it? The mutton tastes so fragrant?" asked the patriarch of the wolf clan.

"I really don't know this. It was done by Jiang Xingchen!" replied the leader of the Golden Lion.

"Jiang Xingchen, the one who exchanged the three hundred bulls with strong liquor!" asked the wolf clan leader.

"That's right, it's him! You don't know yet. Luo Yu said that he is the first chef of the Qiankun Empire. That's why I called you to attend the fire banquet. There are not many opportunities like this!"

"First chef! No wonder, this tastes so good. I never knew that the whole sheep could be roasted like this before... Lao Luo, thank you so much. Today you have to take out a little more distilled liquor!"

The leader of the Wolf tribe was laughing when a nobleman frowned and asked, "I heard that Jiang Xingchen is from the Zijing Song and Dance Troupe, so he is also a guest. Is it appropriate to let others do it?"

"It's okay!" The Golden Lion patriarch waved his hand and said, "I didn't let him do it. He just told the method. Let's do it all by ourselves!"

Upon hearing this, the Wolf Clan’s patriarch frowned and said in a deep voice: “Old Luo, tell the truth. Do you want to instigate me to listen to some singing and dancing performances at this fire banquet? I’ll say yes in advance, let me listen to that tour, I won’t do it!”

"Old wolf! If you don't go, no one will force you, but... you'll make a decision after tonight!"

"You guy. I asked me to bring so many people for what I did. It turned out that the idea was to play... But to be honest, they were really not interested in that singing and dancing!"

"Okay! Lao Lang, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat meat and drink tonight!"

The Golden Lion Clan leader smiled and strode to the middle of the short seat.

At the same time, Luo Yu also ended his conversation with Jiang Xingchen and came here to greet the people who came to sit down.

"Luo Yu! The Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe has arrived!" A tall figure appeared in front of Luo Yu and said with a smile: "The simple venue you built may be in vain. I asked, and none of the friends around me were interested!"

Luo Yu's breathing stagnated and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. The most awkward thing he was now was that someone else mentioned this to him.

"Xiong Hong! I didn't seem to invite you!" Luo Yu asked lightly.

"You didn't invite me, but your father invited me, but my father couldn't come, so I came!" Xiong Hong laughed, waved to the person following behind, and shouted: "It's a rare young patriarch to treat you. Everyone will eat it open today! The mutton is so roasted, it's so delicious..."

Luo Yu looked at Xiong Hong, his teeth clenched, and he whispered: "This Wang Badan, what's wrong with the Bauhinia Song and Dance Team? You are jumping up and down, urging you everywhere, trying every means not to let someone go to the show!"

On the other hand, Xiong Hong laughed sinisterly and cursed in her heart: "I lost such a large amount of money in Lanyu City. When I come back, I will lose the position of the heir of the bear clan! I can make you feel better... No one will watch the tour, and I will be embarrassed and won't be able to kill you!"

Sitting in the seat, Xiong Hong said to the person next to him: "Today the Golden Lion holds a fire banquet, it must be for tomorrow's tour of the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe..."

"Brother Xiong, don't worry, we will definitely not go! What's so nice about the song and dance? It's not meaningful at all. Even if Luo Yu spends money to buy tickets, we won't go!" said a man following Xiong Hong.

Xiong Hong nodded and said, "Not only do you not go, but you also want to tell your friends!"

"Don't worry, Brother Xiong, we know! That kid can't get along with you in the Qiankun Empire. Now that he has arrived at our territory, he has to deal with him no matter what he says!"

As they were talking, the Golden Lion Clan leader had already stood up and loudly announced the beginning of the fire feast.

Many women took knives and plates and surrounded more than a dozen charcoal piles, cut off the lamb from the test and delivered it to each table.

The moment the roasted lamb was put in his mouth, almost everyone on the table exclaimed a sigh of praise.

"It smells so fragrant! It's burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, salty and delicious!" The wolf clan leader nodded vigorously, threw the whole piece of mutton into his mouth with big mouth and chewed hard.

"Old Luo, let me tell you about this method of roasting mutton!" said the cat tribe leader.

"No problem, I'll go to your cat tribe to eat next time!" The Golden Lion clan leader smiled and drank a big mouthful of wine.

On the other hand, Luo Yu was feasting alone, holding a plate, muttering: "I am really worthy of being the number one chef of the empire. This mutton is roasted... Fortunately, I learned the method, otherwise when Jiang Xingchen left, how could I have eaten such delicious roasted mutton..."

On a table behind, Jiang Xingchen grabbed a piece, threw it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then narrowed his eyes. Although there was no cumin and chili, the tender taste of mutton had already come out.

"How long hasn't I eaten roast lamb?" Jiang Xingchen exclaimed a comfortable admiration.

The old man ate so much that he was soaked in his mouth that he exclaimed loudly: "It's delicious, so delicious! It's not worse than the one-horned yellow sheep you made last time!"

Wanrou asked while eating, "Jiang Xingchen, can it really work in a while?"

"It's definitely OK!" Before Jiang Xingchen could speak, Mei'er spoke first: "The songs prepared by my brother can remind people of the vast grassland when they hear them, and they must like them! And the flute that Sister Wanrou had at the beginning made people feel like they were between the blue sky and white clouds, and her whole heart was opened..."

As they were talking here, it was getting darker and the lamb was eaten layer after layer. Soon, half of each whole lamb roasted was gone, and the field began to be lively, and people at each table toast each other.

The three patriarchs were the focus of care. There were many people coming to toast, and soon they were already drunk.

"Luo Yu, is there anyone who can entertain you?" asked the head of the Golden Lion Clan loudly.

"Yes!" Luo Yu, who was eating, quickly put the mutton in his hand and stood up to greet people.

Two big men who had been prepared long ago ran into the venue, bowed to the three clan leaders, and started a wrestling performance next to the fire.

The atmosphere in the venue became even more lively. People who had already drunk a lot of wine were extremely excited and kept shouting loudly to encourage the two people on the venue.

Behind the crowd, Wanrou looked at the two people who were falling by the bonfire and shook her head repeatedly: "I really don't know why they like this kind of sports!"

"Different regions, different preferences! The heroes worship on the grassland, and the strong and mighty men are the most respected, and this is also theirs..."

Hearing Jiang Xingchen's remarks, the old man couldn't help but nodded secretly: "This kid's knowledge is really extraordinary! I have never considered such a problem. When he heard him say it, it really makes sense... but I just feel a little pretentious!"

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Xingchen seemed to realize something was wrong. He suddenly stopped talking and looked up at the sky with some concern.

"Brother, let's continue!" Mei'er grabbed Jiang Xingchen's arm and shook it. She was just getting addicted to hearing it.

"Besides, brother is afraid of being struck by lightning!" Jiang Xingchen said in his heart, patted Mei'er's head, and smiled: "I'll tell you back, brother, that's time to prepare now!"

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and only the bonfire reflected a large area of ​​light in the venue.

The people who fell had changed three pairs, and the enthusiasm of the people who watched them had decreased a lot. The mutton on the charcoal rack was about to be finished.

The third pair of wrestling men left the scene, and a moment of silence appeared in the field, leaving only the crackling sound of the burning fire.

At this moment, the melodious and melodious flute suddenly rang and spread throughout the audience.

The sound of the flute is not unrestrained, but it is extremely loud, making people feel open-minded unconsciously. It is like a vast grassland under the blue sky and white clouds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then a very gentle and loud voice made the vastness of the prairie more clearly. Almost everyone in the venue was attracted by this tune, and even forgot about the food and wine on the table.

Praise! Jiang Xingchen used the prelude to the hymn. The song in the oriental red suite was sung by the old artist Hu Songhua. When Jiang Xingchen heard it, he was attracted by the prelude. He felt that he could no longer find a song that could reflect the grassland more than this prelude.

And this prelude did have the expected effect, and it really caught everyone in the audience.

After the prelude of this song, Jiang Xingchen did not continue to sing, but instead made an interlude. Of course, it did not give people a sudden feeling.
Chapter completed!