Chapter 1217: with translation of chapter title

Ordinary sheep have 13 pairs, 26 ribs. But the Wuzhumuqin sheep has a certain probability of reaching 14 pairs, 28 ribs, so the Wuzhumuqin sheep appears longer than other sheep, with a more balanced fat-to-lean ratio." Zheng Ren said: "The probability is relatively high, so others consider the Wuzhumuqin sheep's characteristic to be 14 pairs of ribs."

Albas White Goat

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, could it be that my memory is failing? No way, it's written in the book, I just read it once and remembered it.

"It's not the Wuzhumuqin sheep!" Xie Yiren had a bead of sweat seep out from the tip of her nose, crystal clear, "It's the Aba sheep."

"... Feng Xu Hui's face grew more and more bewildered, the words 'dumbfounded' becoming larger and more obvious. Even the name Wuzhumuqin sheep is already a mouthful, yet it's not enough—what the heck is an Aba sheep?"

"I knew the taste was so familiar, it's the Aba sheep." Xie Yiren opened her eyes, eyebrows curved, eyelashes fluttering, utterly adorable.

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What are we betting on?

Let's drink.

Just then, Zhang Weiyu, Director Wei, and a few others walked in, saying, "This young man, you've lost."

"Huh?" Su Yun exclaimed.

"Indeed, it's the Albas white goat; this young lady has excellent eyesight." Zhang Weiyu smiled and asked, "May I ask when you have eaten it?"

"We eat it once every winter, but there's only one. It's too little, not enough." Xie Yiren blinked her big eyes, adorable to the max.

"Did you have any last year?" Zheng Ren looked at Xie Yiren doubtfully, wondering why he had no memory.

"After my birthday, aren't you on a mission? Someone sent it over, and I ate it with Yue-jie and the Chu sisters." Xie Yiren said.

"Oh, so that's the mutton from that time, no wonder it smells familiar." Chang Yue adjusted her glasses and said, "That day's iron-capped Maotai wasn't bad."

"Good meat naturally needs good wine." Zhang Weiyu overheard their conversation, and his attitude shifted slightly.

In the west of Ordos there is an Etuoke Banner; the Albas white goat of that banner is extremely rare, a world-top-tier fine-wool and meat dual-purpose breed. Few people know of the Albas white goat.

Even fewer have eaten Albas white goat meat.

Even among locals, most have not eaten it.

Albas white goats need to be grazed for over a year before they can be sold; on a thousand mu of pasture only two to three hundred can be raised, so output is very scarce.

Also to protect the breed's continuation and prevent large numbers of outside livestock from entering the Albas white goat's native area, the local government has in recent years not conducted marketing to expand the market; thus, despite being a national top-tier breed, it remains little known domestically.

Locals who want to eat it mostly get mutton from Xinzhou or Gongjiri Ga, which is the Albas Suomu surrounding pasture-raised Albas goat meat—that is what is called authentic Albas white goat meat.

But authentic is not enough.

It must be pure!

Only the Albas white goat meat from the original Albas Suomu area is pure meat; that's what Xie Yiren meant, and few have eaten it.

How can this little girl say she eats it every year? Zhang Weiyu knows how hard it is to obtain one Albas white goat.

To entertain a guest as important as Director Wei at dinner, he only dared to use half a sheep; the rest he planned to save for his own celebration.

But unexpectedly, after the mutton had simmered for four hours and was just about to be taken out of the pot, he received a call from Director Wei asking if he had anything suitable to entertain a distinguished guest.

Director Wei, although merely a section chief of 912, had performed a Shou Bing on Zhang Weiyu when he was a graduate student twenty years ago, saving his life; Zhang Weiyu repaid the favor and gained even more convenience and benefits from Director Wei.

This relationship continued, and now the two are close friends.

Although he was a bit reluctant, Zhang Weiyu agreed. He might not be able to get an Albas white goat for three to five years, but Old Wei happened to come across one—Old Wei is lucky.

He kept marvelling, Director Wei's legs are long and his mouth is hearty; in this city, you can't argue with that.

Unexpectedly, the first to arrive were a few young people.

Zhang Weiyu thought Zheng Ren's group were Director Wei's students, a little displeased but didn't show it.

It's just a pity about the Albas white goat.

But as soon as they entered, they heard that cute little girl utter the name "Albas white goat," and not only that, she said she eats it once a year.

By then, he had set aside his contempt, smiled, and invited Director Wei's party to sit down.

Director Wei brought along Professor Feng, who was closer to Zheng Ren, and two others, and they came inside to sit. After some polite declines, Zheng Ren didn't take the seat of honor, but instead placed Director Wei there.

Young people, they still know the etiquette, and Director Wei was also pleased.

"Weiyu, what good liquor do you have? Bring it out to entertain Zheng Lao Ban." After sitting down, Director Wei first asked about the liquor.

He was exhausted and forgot to first introduce Zheng Ren, only remembering that upon entering he heard Chang Yue say that line about eating mutton and iron-capped Maotai last year.

Zhang Weiyu gave a wry smile; it seemed his painstakingly hoarded iron-capped Maotai was running low. Still, he was straightforward, realizing the few young people before him were not simple, and he didn't feel too much regret, laughing as he walked to the back room to get the wine, saying, "Iron-capped Maotai, a must."

"Brother Zhang, don't bother." Su Yun suddenly said, "Just bring a bit; one or two bottles of Maotai aren't even enough for rinsing mouths with this many people."

"..." Zhang Weiyu's heart skipped a beat.

That remark was truly damn crazy. A few bottles of Maotai not even enough for rinsing mouths—do youngsters really not have to pay tax on their bragging?

"Director Wei, don't drink the iron-capped Maotai; just have something else, you'll be going to sleep soon." Zheng Ren also knew the origin of the iron-capped Maotai—it was all produced in the 1980s, now decades old, with little left; truly, drink one bottle, lose one bottle.

Rather than let Su Yun and Chang Yue rinse their mouths, it'd be better to just have something casual to drink.

In Hai Cheng, seeing those two drink the big green sticks also makes one quite happy.

"Actually, Maotai and mutton really don't go together." Zhang Weiyu laughed and said, "Inner Mongolian cuisine is rather rustic; it needs to be paired with the frontier's fiery liquor to be fitting. A mouthful of mutton, dip in some chive blossoms, one bite and the mouth fills with oil. Swig a mouthful of fiery liquor, inside and out feel comfortable—that's the ultimate comfort."

"All right, then fiery liquor!" Su Yun said with a smile.

Today, Director Wei's arranged venue is not bad; it looks like he sincerely wants to treat the boss to a meal. Su Yun expressed great satisfaction and relaxed.

Soon, the lamb was brought up, the aroma of meat filled the room, making one's appetite whet.

"Zheng Lao Ban, today we won't stand on ceremony; from now on, let's be closer." Director Wei sat here, his speech also took on a jianghu tone, he poured himself a cup of wine, not forcing Zheng Ren to drink, and said politely.

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