After that, the two of them went shopping as much as they wanted.

The things are not expensive either. After all, we are catering to locals and they all know the prices.

Moreover, after the two of them put on Uyghur costumes, each other was a little unsure, except when they were talking, they realized that they were Han. The key is that they are not stupid. Whether you are expensive or not depends on the two of you. You are expensive.

If not, don’t buy it.

However, Liang Chaoyue wants to buy more beautiful accessories when he sees them, while Han Shao is very curious when looking at a bunch of musical instruments. Those who don’t know how to do it will naturally not be interested in these, but as long as they know how, it’s all the same.

Everything works.

Just play around with it and you'll be in good company.

In particular, there are many kinds of musical instruments, including those for blowing, stringing, and percussion. Anyway, most of them are played by pressing strings. Han Shao tried a few, and the stall owners gave thumbs up. Liang Chaoyue was puzzled that Han Shao was interested in these.

, but seeing how well he plays it makes me admire a capable person.

I walked and shopped all the way, and there were more things. Then I didn't go back at noon, and ate directly at a mutton skewers stall. Liang Chaoyue was a girl or a beauty. She ate very elegantly, and stopped eating after two skewers.

Han Shao was so full that he ate ten skewers. You must know that the skewers here are very big and very affordable. Unlike domestic takeout barbecues, which shrink after being grilled and there is not much meat hanging on them. The skewers here are very big.

But Liang Chaoyue ate less skewers and more snacks along the way. Everything else didn't matter. Anyway, Han Shao gave her money, so she wasn't polite anymore. It was just a small amount of money for the two of them. It was just consumption. But Liang Chaoyue was very interested in the money.

When he was about to try cutting the cake, he was quickly stopped by Han Shao.

She wiped the sweat from his forehead and dragged it away. Although cutting cakes might not be that much of a chore nowadays, it was still just in case. As for the other traditional delicacies, it was just casual.

Stop and go, and occasionally sit down and take a break to eat some snacks. Horse candy, polo balls, spicy sheep's trotters, etc. are all snacks that can be eaten without taking up space. Liang Chaoyue bought a bunch of them.

, she was unwilling to come out before.

Now that I'm out, I don't want to go back.

Han Shao also bought a bunch of musical instruments to keep and took them home to study when he had time. Suddenly he saw a stall not far away. Han Shao stood up instantly: "Liang Chaoyue. You must try this."

Liang Chaoyue bit the spicy lamb's trotters and looked over there: "What?"

“Xinjiang fried rice noodles!”

Han Shao said: "You have to try this, and you will graduate from Xinjiang Cuisine."

"Really?" Liang Chaoyue wanted to give it a try, but felt that Han Shao was a bit exaggerated.

"It's just a bit spicy. You Jiangsu southerners can't eat spicy food, right?" Han Shao smiled.

"You can eat a little." Liang Chaoyue said.

Han Shao asked: "Did you bring any money?"

Liang Chaoyue was puzzled. She didn't bring any money. Han Shao paid for it today, and she wanted to give it to him, but she didn't want it. What does it mean to ask for money now?

"No. This is what it is."

Han Shao said: "You have to finish what you ordered. If you can't finish it, you have to pay for it yourself. This is the rule here."

"Liar." Liang Chaoyue looked at him suspiciously.

"It's just one noodle."

Han Shao said, "I'll pay for it after you finish eating. It's very simple."

Liang Chaoyue stopped eating spicy goat's trotters. After a few bites, he wanted to throw them away. Seeing that there was no trash can nearby, he wrapped a paper towel and wiped his mouth: "Let's go!!"

Han Shao followed behind and laughed, and they went to the place where rice noodles were fried.

"Boss, have one." Han Shao signaled.

"You don't want to eat?" Liang Chaoyue asked.

"I ate ten large skewers today and I'm full already."

Han Shao said: "But if you keep eating snacks, it may not occupy your stomach. If you have a bowl of fried rice noodles here, you don't have to have dinner when you go back."

Liang Chaoyue didn't think much and sat there waiting.

After the results came up, Liang Chaoyue stood up and yelled: "Han Shao, you tricked me?!"

"Haha~"

There's no need to eat it, because you can tell by looking at it. There are so many chili peppers. She will have to stay here after eating this fried rice noodles today.

"Sit down."

Han Shao pulled her: "Let me tell you, it has nothing to do with whether you can eat chili peppers. Even the locals here will shed tears if they eat this fried rice noodles. So you don't want to think about whether you are good at eating chili peppers. Just close your eyes and do it.

Already."

"I won't eat."

Liang Chaoyue pointed to the fried rice noodles: "It makes me scared just looking at it."

Han Shao nodded: "If you don't eat, you have to pay for it."

Signaling to the boss: "Ask me, this is their rule. Otherwise, how wasteful it would be to finish the order without eating it? Nowadays, we pay attention to the disc behavior."

"You just tricked me!! You lied!!" Liang Chaoyue shouted.

"No, ask the boss!" Han Shao laughed.

Liang Chaoyue asked the boss, but the boss couldn't speak Chinese either. Didulu said a lot and pointed at the fried rice noodles, but Liang Chaoyue didn't seem to understand.

"What did he say?" Liang Chaoyue asked Han Shao.

"I just want you to eat it up." Han Shao said in a serious tone.

"Stop coming! You don't understand Uyghur." Liang Chaoyue raised his hand and made a gesture.

Han Shao signaled: "Just eat."

Liang Chaoyue sat down. He didn't want to waste anything. He had to eat what he ordered. At least give it a try.

Picking one up, Liang Chaoyue closed his eyes and tasted it.

"Wow!! So spicy!!" After finishing one, I quickly drank water.

Han Shao was already ready and handed it over. He drank half of the bottle, panted and fanned his mouth, but looked at Han Shao in surprise: "It's delicious~"

Han Shao was also stunned: "Then...continue."

Han Shao thought she would stop eating after eating one, but after drinking some water it was still spicy, but she took off her chopsticks this time.

I took a big bite and drank water quickly. The aftertaste was endless.

"Wow, it's spicy...Wow, it's delicious..."

Liang Chaoyue shouted and ate while sweating.

Han Shao felt that he was overplaying his game. He ate half of the rice noodles and added two bottles of water to dry them.

"No...it's almost done." Han Shao advised.

Liang Chaoyue didn't say anything and drank water while eating. Finally he finished eating.

He touched his belly and looked at Han Shao: "I..."

It turned out that there was no feeling in his mouth. Liang Chaoyue pointed to his mouth in shock: "What's wrong with my mouth?"

"No...it's okay." Han Shao paid with a strange expression and took her back. It was already late.

"What's wrong with my mouth? It feels a little numb... Why are you avoiding your eyes?" Liang Chaoyue noticed Han Shao's weirdness.

Han Shao smiled and said nothing.

Liang Chaoyue didn't bring his mobile phone. He just wanted to take a look around, so he wanted to grab Han Shao's mobile phone to watch.

Han Shao refused to give it to him and walked forward with a bunch of things. When he returned, let alone the director and the staff, they thought they were two fellow villagers. When he walked in, he discovered that they were wearing Uyghur national costumes.

Say more.

But many staff members were surprised when they looked at Liang Chaoyue.

Some were curious: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Liang Chaoyue naturally knew that something must have happened to his mouth. Sure enough, he went back to get his phone and turned the camera to the front to take a look...

"Han Shao!!!!" Liang Chaoyue screamed, but his mouth still hurt.

"Hehehehe~" Han Shao lay on the big bed, laughing so hard that he curled up with his back.

I saw that Liang Chaoyue's little mouth was red. Although it was not deformed, the color was simply congested. It seemed like he was allergic to chili peppers.

"Han Shao!!"

Liang Chaoyue looked at his mouth, raised his leg and kicked him, making Han Shao tremble with laughter.

Liang Chaoyue kicked him several times but was still angry. He continued to look at his mouth in the camera, sat down angrily, smashed the bed and yelled: "How are we going to record the program tomorrow?!"

It looked like he was about to cry.

As expected, the director was alarmed. When the director came over and saw Liang Chaoyue like this, he was also shocked.

"No! I told you not to eat half of it, but you said you were satisfied and had to finish it all."

Han Shao turned over and smiled until his face turned red: "Did you suddenly feel that it wasn't spicy anymore when you were halfway through eating?"

After saying that, he laughed again.

"Get out!! Get out!!!" Liang Chaoyue went over and pushed her again.

The director was helpless: "Are you eating fried rice noodles? Why do you order it so spicy?"

Liang Chaoyue was stunned and looked at the director who was speechless: "Can we also order spicy food? Isn't it just one kind of spicy food?"

The director looked at Han Shao and smiled at Liang Chaoyue: "There are mild spicy, medium spicy and extra spicy. You probably ordered the spiciest one, because even the locals can't stand it."

Liang Chaoyue raised his head and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Han Shao quietly curled up in the kang, smiling with his back to this side.

"I really..."

Liang Chaoyue also laughed angrily, and went over to sit next to Han Shao and pushed him: "Won't your conscience hurt if you do this?"

Han Shao turned around and looked at Liang Chaoyue, slowly touched his chest with his hand, and shook his head gently: "It doesn't hurt."

"Go to hell! Go to hell...ah!"

When Liang Chaoyue screamed hard, his mouth hurt a little.

"Otherwise, let's go to the hospital for treatment."

The director stood up and frowned: "Don't affect tomorrow's filming. If you don't take good care of your mouth, it's fine now. It will probably be swollen tomorrow morning."

Liang Chaoyue complained and hit Han Shao: "My lips are already sensitive and often hurt! You are still like this now..."

Han Shao laughed: "You know that your mouth is sensitive and often injured, but you are still greedy."

“I really didn’t feel anything after eating it!”

Liang Chaoyue also stared: "I thought everything was fine."

Han Shao couldn't stop laughing, and the director scolded: "Han Shao, stop laughing. You go with her to deal with it."

Han Shao stood up and motioned to Liang Chaoyue. Liang Chaoyue broke away angrily, and Han Shao followed.

It's not like going to the hospital, it's not very convenient around here. Even the nearby medical clinic can handle it well enough.

Seeing Liang Chaoyue coming here accompanied by Han Shao, the doctor found out after asking.

I ate too much chili and my lips were a little sensitive.

I applied some medicine to her, and I had to be careful not to touch her when I went back. It would be better in one night, and it would be completely relieved by the next day, so that it would not affect her life.

Han Shao looked on with a smile, and the doctor also prescribed some ointment.

"You're still smiling~"

When he went back, Liang Chaoyue pursed his lips for fear of touching the medicine, and he was not able to speak easily.

"Ha~"

Han Shao wanted to laugh just looking at it.

It was still early after I got back, and it gets dark very late here. The sun hasn't set yet, but it's already seven o'clock in the evening.

Liang Chaoyue lay on the kang and panted. He was tired after such a long trip.

Han Shao raised his head and looked at her: "Is it enjoyable? Is fried rice noodles..."

"Go away~"

Liang Chaoyue looked at him angrily, and then smiled: "It's actually quite enjoyable. It's delicious and spicy. No wonder the locals can't stand it. I was so spicy that I lost consciousness."

Han Shao also smiled, and then chatted with her about the history of fried rice noodles. He also talked about other things, but this time it was mainly Han Shao who talked and Liang Chaoyue listened.
Chapter completed!