"Garlic?"
Beside the kitchen.
Hearing Xu Yun's words, Fatty Meng was slightly stunned.
Then he thought of something and pointed to the basket beside him, saying:
"Little brother, are you talking about hu? That's the thing over there?"
Xu Yun turned his head in the direction he pointed, and found that the basket in the corner of the kitchen was indeed filled with garlic.
These garlic cloves looked consistent with those in later generations, but generally much larger, clearly selected from the finest garlic.
He quickly walked to the basket, picked up a head of six cloves, examined it, and nodded repeatedly:
"That's right, this is it!"
Fatty Meng, hearing this, couldn't help but have a smug smile:
"This little brother, garlic is what they call it in Deng Prefecture. We in Bianjing all call this thing hu or hu garlic.
If it weren't for my in-laws being from Deng Prefecture, I wouldn't have understood what you were saying!"
Xu Yun returned a polite smile to Fatty Meng:
