When you are a guest in a yurt and they pour you wine, what’s the next step?
It’s drink!
The old man toasted with a wine glass, and Han Qi also drank from the wine glass generously. He took a sip first, and then drank it in one gulp after feeling that it was not harsh on his throat.
It is not the strong aroma type like mainland liquor. Instead, its taste is sour and spicy. It tastes average but the alcohol content should be very low.
Probably less than twenty degrees.
Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered that it was said on the Internet that Mongolians like to drink. If it were a liquor with dozens of degrees of alcohol like liquor, he would probably have to pour it after one glass... One glass was too high for himself, so half a glass.
"What's your name, young man? Are you traveling here?"
Han Qi savored the taste of the wine, and when he heard their questions, he put down his glass and answered.
"My name is Han Qi, and I am indeed here to travel." Han Qi said with a smile, "Actually, I saw your horse farm on the plane. When I got off the plane, I rented a car and wanted to come over and have a look, but
It seemed that I had already driven there, but I didn’t find this place until I was sending Gao Wa back.”
"That's such a coincidence, hahaha, brother Han Qi, you're not joking, are you?"
"Of course it's true." Han Qi's face affirmed, "Otherwise, why would you rent a car and drive here after getting off the plane? If I had known it was so close, I would have found a taxi to take me here... By the way, uncle, uncle, you guys
Can domestic horses be ridden?”
"Of course." Gao Wa's father nodded and said, "Most of our horses are bred and sold to travel agencies here. They are very tame. After dinner, I will lead the horses for you personally and let you live.
Foot addiction.”
"Don't dare, I can just ride it myself."
"Why are you so polite? Eat, eat this." The uncle advised Han Qi to eat what was on the table.
It was a pancake in a small basket. Judging from the yellow and white skin, it must have been made from milk. It seems that the food in Mongolia is similar to that in Tibet, and milk is mostly used to make various foods.
Han Qi took a bite.
Sure enough, milk was added to the flour, and the dough had a milky aroma. It was probably the pure milk added when kneading the dough, and there was meat in it.
It turned out to be pie.
They also knew what mainlanders wanted to hear when they first came to Mongolia, and they talked a lot about things on the grasslands. Han Qi said that he likes to taste delicious food from all over the world, and also introduced him to several famous dishes in Mongolia.
food.
Roast whole lamb, Chinese fish, hand meat...
Gao Wa's father told Han Qi: "There is also the most delicious food here, which is used to entertain distinguished guests. You can taste it soon."
"Uncle Burigude, don't show off, what is it?"
"I can't say, you'll know later when you try it."
After eating and drinking for a while, Gao Wa brought a plate of beef.
The air-dried beef is torn into thin strips by hand, and the fibers are clearly visible. This is the essence of hand-shredded vegetables. It looks more comfortable than cutting with a knife, but it tastes a bit... tooth-filling and too chewy.
A little more energetic.
The pie is still delicious.
Han Qi thought this was the special delicacy they were talking about, but Burigude still said it was not.
Then he was a little curious.
Not long after, Gao Wa's mother brought over a plate of hot food. It was served on a porcelain plate. The contents were golden and looked a bit like shredded sweet potatoes.
Not sure if it's sweet potato, but it's definitely carrot.
Looking at the slowly flowing sugar juice in this dish, Han Qi noticed the heat contained in it.
Timur smiled, stroked his beard proudly, and said: "Little brother, try it and see if this suits your taste."
Timur is the name of the uncle. There are generally two ways of naming people here. One is just like the uncle, using a well-known figure in ancient times. If you feel you are powerful enough, you can also name yourself Genghis Khan.
Kublai Khan or something.
Of course, no one would take his name from Genghis Khan.
The other kind is Uncle Burigude, who places an expectation on his elders. Burigude represents the eagle, and Gaowa represents beauty.
Han Qi picked up a piece with chopsticks.
It's really like shredded sweet potatoes, they are all piece by piece, but they feel soft when you pick them up, and the chopstick heads sink a little.
It tastes like...
Damn it,
What is this?
What a strange taste.
Sweet, sour, and sticky like rice cakes.
"This is..."
Before Han Qi said his guess, Burigude nodded and said: "Yes, this is Naipizi, haha, is it your eating habit?"
“It’s not bad, it smells good.”
Han Qi is not lying, it actually tastes really good.
But Han Qi thinks this thing is more suitable for snacking when playing games at night. At dinner time like now, Han Qi still likes meat pies or air-dried beef. The taste of this beef is better than that of Tibet. I don’t know if it is used.
What material.
And generally speaking, these dishes can be eaten by mainlanders.
It seems that Tibet has been outclassed.
Han Qi was looking forward to seeing something more delicious in Mongolia. He personally prefers to eat meat, and Mongolian barbecue is famous throughout the country. It should be no problem to find a delicious barbecue stall.
I continued to eat a piece of milk.
The weather is cold now, so you have to eat the whole dish quickly. If the sugar solidifies or the dough gets cold, the taste will be much worse.
Drink wine and eat meat.
By the time the meal was over, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Uncle Timur stood up like a normal person without blushing. It is estimated that the several large bowls of kumiss he drank just now are like boiled water to him.
So strong.
Mongolians are really tall. When Han Qi saw the old man's figure when he stood up, he thought of a strong man in his mind!
It’s so fitting that the ancients invented vocabulary.
The uncle loosened his belt and said to Han Qi: "There is an empty room here. You can sleep at our house. Don't you want to ride a horse? You will ride when you get up tomorrow. I also have to send a few horses to the city.
, let’s go there together then.”
"No, no, it's not far anyway. We'll be there in half an hour."
Han Qi felt a little dizzy after he stood up. The wine didn't have any alcohol content and was quite flavorful, just like a drink, but you shouldn't drink too much of any wine. He staggered to the door and looked at the sky.
Mingyue then looked at his car and suddenly woke up.
Damn it, I drove here!
Han Qi thought about the situation when he left the city. He mainly wanted to recall whether the appearance of those street intersections was suitable for checking for drunk driving. If he was caught, let alone traveling, tomorrow's Weibo headlines would probably be the news that Han Qi was caught drinking and driving.
.
No, I can’t lead my fans down.
It doesn't matter whether your riding skills are good or not, safety is the most important thing.
Burigude saw that Han Qi was struggling to walk, and said: "You still want to drive back like this. Brother, listen to me, don't leave."
Han Qi blinked twice and agreed.
Just stay here for one night, and you can ride a horse tomorrow without having to make two trips.
