Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 412 Deliveryman

Chahar swallowed hard, feeling that the milk tea he had just drunk was stuck in his throat. He couldn't spit it out, nor did he not spit it out. He could only stare at the subordinate who had just said it looked like sheep dung with a resentful look.

The subordinate suddenly felt something was wrong and quietly stepped back, trying to make his master forget about him.

Chahar noticed his little trick, sneered, and immediately called his name.

The subordinate came forward with a bitter face, and Chahar pointed at the pearls on the table and motioned him to eat them.

Looking at the thing he had just described as a sheep dung ball, the subordinate had a fearless expression. He took the small bowl of pearls and poured them directly into his mouth. He didn't dare to chew them and was nearly choked to death by the pearls. Finally, he chewed them reluctantly twice and found that this thing was really not a sheep dung ball, and it didn't taste bad at all. Instead, it had a bit of toughness and tasted good when chewed.

The people around him carefully observed his expression, but what they imagined did not happen. Instead of spitting out the stench, the man chewed the black balls and then swallowed them.

When Chahar saw that he looked fine, he knew that this was indeed food, not sheep dung.

Picking up his own cup of milk tea, it was a little cold now. Chahar didn't mind because the person who bought it said when he bought it that the milk tea could be drunk hot or cold. In summer, Xingchengfang would also offer iced milk tea. Now was not the right season, otherwise Chahar would really like to try the so-called iced milk tea to see how cold it could be and whether there were really ice cubes floating in it.

The cold milk tea was still drinkable. It was the first time for Chahar to drink this sweet milk tea and he was not quite used to it. But it was not bad. The pearls had no taste and were fun to chew.

Chahar took a sip and gave the rest to others. How could a bunch of rough men drink such sweet milk tea? They took a sip and put it down, indicating that they didn't like it very much.

Seeing that everyone was not interested in the food, Chahar narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Are sheep dung eggs not delicious?"

Everyone shook their heads: "No, no, it's not very delicious."

One of them raised his hand and said, "But if we bring this thing back to the grassland, the women might like it more."

Chahar nodded approvingly: "Yes, we men are not used to drinking this stuff, but men and women who like sweets may like it. But where does this milk come from?"

“Could it be the cattle they raise themselves?”

"No, there's no such a large grassland for grazing in Dajing. Aren't they all farmers?"

"That's right, do the Han people know how to raise children? They are not as good as us."

Chahar smiled slightly: "Well said, these Han people are after our grassland milk."

Everyone looked at each other, seemingly not believing it.

"That's impossible. How long can milk be stored? The beef must have gone bad on the way from the grassland to here, over the long and steep mountains."

This is true, but Chahar believes that the Han people will never do useless work. They have taken the trouble to open so many milk tea shops. Who would believe it if they said that the purpose is not to get their little milk?

There is no curfew on the Lantern Festival, which makes patrolling more difficult. So today Gu Fengyue is responsible for public security near the capital, leaving Song Chunlin with no time to date her man. She can only travel around the city acting as a courier.

After restocking the shops in West Market once again, Song Chunlin immediately held his cup and filled it with milk tea made with spiritual spring water every day. The milk tea with spiritual spring water tasted better. Song Chunlin finished the cup in one gulp, and looking at the long line outside, he suddenly felt his feet starting to ache again.

West Market is populated by Hu merchants, who are not short of money. There are also many entertainment venues nearby, and the girls inside are all generous. Milk tea is a new thing, so the business here in West Market is the best. The shop assistants inside are so busy that they have no time to rest. Even the bamboo tubes are almost out of supply. Fortunately, Su Fuqing asked people to prepare a lot of them at the beginning, but he prepared enough to last for a month, but he used up half of it today. His consumption power is really terrible.