Running a Food Stall to Support My Deceptive Omega - Chapter 33.2

Mu Jinyu couldn’t persuade her otherwise, so she just let her be.

Rong Heng leaned close to the roasting lamb; her eyes didn’t want to look away for a single moment, and chopsticks were already held in her hand, waiting for the very moment the lamb was roasted to have the first bite.

The flames rising from the stove carried a scorching temperature as they roasted the mutton.

The skin of the mutton had already turned an amber color, and the slits cut with a small knife had been roasted open, curling back to both sides. Sizzling oil flowed out from within, sliding down the fragrant meat covered in sauce, passing over the lamb’s plump body.

Wrapped in the intense fragrance of cumin, it dripped onto the firewood.

Pop—

The firewood popped slightly, and sparks flew out from the stove opening like fireworks.

Rong Heng’s reaction speed was extremely fast; she leaned her body to the side and avoided the orange-red sparks.

She changed her angle and continued to salivate at the roasting lamb.

The people in the houses adjacent to Mu Jinyu’s on both sides looked weary again. Holding dry pancakes or a bowl of spicy soup in their hands, they ate while smelling the fragrance of the roasted lamb.

Here it comes again! Every time at this hour, a savory scent would come from next door!

Every kind of smell was present; it felt like they were changing the dishes every day.

Although they lived on the Night Market street and would indeed smell many delicious scents every night, they couldn’t smell it day and night, could they?!

They felt that their stomachs were becoming uncomfortable; they must have developed a problem from smelling this fragrance!

Several people painfully wiped their faces and began to frantically think in their minds: how high were the chances of them rushing next door to steal the food?

It was simply both desperate and hopeless.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and Rong Heng finally heard the words “it’s roasted” from Mu Jinyu’s mouth.

She swiftly extended her chopsticks. Before Mu Jinyu could even take the lamb off the roasting rack, she was impatient to eat.

“Hey, hey, hey! Wait a bit, wait a bit! Don’t be in a hurry!”

Mu Jinyu hurriedly tried to stop Rong Heng’s hand. If Rong Heng hadn’t let her, she probably wouldn’t have been able to stop her!

“Want to eat.” Rong Heng looked at her with pitiful eyes, as if expressing her confusion as to why she wasn’t being allowed to eat.

Mu Jinyu could only say, “I’ll get it for you, I’ll get it for you.”

The iron rack clamped the lamb between two layers. She removed the upper iron rack and, holding a small knife, sawed off the entire lamb leg along the leg joint for Rong Heng.

Rong Heng’s bowl wasn’t nearly big enough, so she directly switched to a wooden basin to hold it.

After getting a whole lamb leg, she happily carried the basin to the stone table, poked the lamb leg with her chopsticks, wanting to get the meat off to eat.

However, after a few attempts, she found that it wasn’t convenient to use chopsticks at all, so she directly threw the chopsticks aside, buried her head, and began to gnaw with her mouth.

The newly roasted mutton was exceptionally hot. While steam was coming out of Rong Heng’s mouth, she still refused to let go, tearing off a piece of mutton with a pull!

The skin of the mutton was fragrant and crispy, having become a most eye-catching reddish-black. Moreover, it was covered in sauce; with one bite, the flavor of the sauce was intense and stimulating, like a cold, biting wind on the wilderness, heading straight for one’s soul.

That was the most primitive and intense fragrance. Rong Heng’s eyes lit up after just one bite; even if it was hot or spicy, she couldn’t bear to spit it out.

Instead, she kept chewing it in her mouth and swallowing it down.

The fragrant and crispy skin was torn open, revealing the tender, white interior that was still glistening with oil.

An even stronger fragrance wafted over. It wasn’t as intense as the crispy skin, but it was richer with a fuller meat flavor.

It felt like one bite could turn a person into a wolf!

Rong Heng ate this way with her hands and mouth; a ring of sauce was smeared around her mouth, looking blackish-red and somewhat amusing.

Mu Jinyu sat down at the stone table with her own plate full of mutton. Seeing that Rong Heng had eaten herself into such a state, she hurried to take out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

“Eat slowly. It’s not good to eat when it’s too hot. Slow down, slow down.”

She couldn’t help but nag in her ear.

Eating food that was too hot would damage the mouth, throat, and stomach. No matter how delicious the newly roasted mutton was, she couldn’t act this way.

Mu Jinyu took every opportunity to stop Rong Heng, and Rong Heng took every opportunity to eat.

In the end, to make Rong Heng eat slower and not so hot, Mu Jinyu actually took Rong Heng’s basin and began to tear the mutton with a small knife while feeding her.

Neither of them felt anything was wrong with the overly intimate gesture; they even seemed to enjoy it.

Just as the two of them were eating to their hearts’ content, the little calico cat, which had been waiting for a long time, jumped onto a stool and then onto the stone table. It walked around in circles anxiously, its tail flicking constantly.

Mewing sounds came from its mouth.

It seemed to be saying: had they forgotten it?

Seeing the little calico cat’s urgent urging, Mu Jinyu had no choice but to put down the knife and chopsticks in her hands and hurry to the stove side. She carried a small bowl of cooked mutton to the stone table and poured it into the little calico cat’s wooden bowl.

This mutton was boiled in plain water without any seasoning.

Actually, when the mutton was being prepared and boiled at the beginning, the little calico cat had been walking around on the stove somewhat excitedly.

But after smelling it for a while and discovering that it didn’t seem to like it, it had left.

Now, it saw that Mu Jinyu and Rong Heng were both eating happily. As if no one was looking after it, it had no choice but to approach the two and mew.

At this moment, even if its interest in mutton wasn’t that great, it buried its head and ate with a slurping sound.

No different from Rong Heng.

There was even a faint urge for this person and cat to start competing for food—one arm circled the basin, and the whole cat arched over the wooden bowl.

They were very protective of their food, fearing the other would steal it.

Sitting beside them, Mu Jinyu saw this, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and couldn’t help but laugh.

She felt that her skill in making food was quite strong, being able to make both a person and a cat like it so much.

But she still didn’t forget to tell Rong Heng to eat slowly.

Each was busy in her own way.

There was too much meat on a whole lamb leg. After Rong Heng finished, she was actually incredibly full, but she still felt it wasn’t enough. Smacking her lips, she wanted to eat more.

She carried the basin to the roasted lamb and asked Mu Jinyu to shave off a piece of lamb rib for her.

Mu Jinyu didn’t agree and only gave her a small bowl of mutton, telling her she couldn’t eat anymore after finishing this bowl.

If Mu Jinyu hadn’t realized that even a person with a large appetite should have had enough with one lamb leg.

She almost let Rong Heng eat until she had a problem.

Unexpectedly, Rong Heng loved roasted lamb so much. Mu Jinyu really wanted to promise her to make it again next time.

But making roasted lamb once was quite expensive.

Not only was the lamb expensive, but the various ingredients and sauces were also outrageously priced. To be able to eat it once was already not easy.

If she wanted to eat it next time, it would have to wait until she had earned enough silver.

Thinking this way, Mu Jinyu suddenly felt full of drive, hoping to earn more silver so that Rong Heng could eat roasted lamb again.

When the two finally finished their lunch with satisfaction, it was already afternoon. Mu Jinyu let the overstuffed Rong Heng rest on the side.

She herself continued to work.