The Earl of North Border was also a man of taste. He pulled out a variety of bottles and jars from his pocket, filled with salt, chili powder, cumin, and other seasonings.
The various cuisines of this era had not yet fully developed. However, when the Earl of North Border produced these items, Zheng Fan instantly felt like he had found a kindred spirit.
Usually, he could only enjoy good food when he was with Siniang and the others. When he was alone outside, eating was really just a matter of staving off starvation.
Even the pickled fish at Lord Jingnan's house—that pickled cabbage was so dark Zheng Fan didn't recognize it as such on his first bite!
"Ah, it's not cooked enough."
The Earl of North Border took the lamb leg from Zheng Fan's hand and began roasting it again, turning it expertly. Those accustomed to eating this kind of lamb leg naturally have an innate understanding of the ideal cooking heat.
