In the past, when Xin Xiaoxiao ate with him and encountered roadside barbecue stalls, she wanted to eat, but he always refused.
Because he couldn't be sure if those were really lamb, and it was unhygienic.
"Alright."
A busy young man behind the barbecue stall heard Xiang Yiqing's order, and immediately nodded, cutting a piece from the hanging lamb and swiftly working.
Skewer after skewer, all made on site.
Well-trained, thirty skewers were quickly prepared, directly handed to the big man who was grilling.
Without waiting for the big man to reach out and take them, Xiang Yiqing reached out and caught the thirty lamb skewers, then twisted open the cap of the mineral water bottle he brought and poured the mineral water over the lamb.
He ignored the angry looks of the two stall owners.
He washed them over and over, until finally the barbecue man couldn't stand it anymore, "Sir, these lambs are freshly slaughtered, very clean."
