"Delicious!"
Sun Zhengheng, sitting on the woolen blanket, smelled the aroma of the roasted meat and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
He smiled and said to Wang Chen, "There are not many specialties in Hanhai Prefecture, but the taste of its prairie sheep is truly unparalleled. I had it once in Daye before, and the memory is still fresh!"
The Gobi prairie sheep produced in Hanhai Prefecture have always been a tribute to the royal family.
Due to the long journey, the number of prairie sheep that actually arrive alive in the Imperial Capital is very few, making them extremely precious.
And the prairie sheep one can eat here in Hanhai City is undoubtedly the freshest and tastiest.
A chef wielding a sharp curved knife expertly sliced off two large pieces of sizzling, fatty lamb with bones and placed them on a silver platter, which the chubby businessman personally delivered to Wang Chen and Sun Zhengheng.
"Please enjoy, my lords."
