The noodles are slightly dry, but fragrant. Compared with the water, they are two completely different ingredients.
The key point is taste.
Based on his previous experience of eating Tibetan food, Han Qi thought that the food eaten in provinces like Mongolia, Western Xinjiang, and Tibet were very different from Sichuan food, and it would be difficult for mainlanders to adapt to the taste of food here. However, several dishes from Mongolia were different.
Completely changed Han Qi's mind.
The milk tofu I ate yesterday is also called milk tofu. Although it is a bit sour, it is definitely a good dessert when paired with syrup.
The stuffed noodles I am eating now, although the noodles are stuffed and cooked, it tastes a little crispy. But the people made it well and stretched out the toughness of the noodles, so when you bite it, it is somewhat tough and carries a little sauce.
of aroma.
Then eat the potatoes inside. These potatoes may have been put into the pot to simmer at the beginning, and the aroma of the seasoning has completely penetrated into the potatoes, which has a completely different flavor from the refreshing noodles.
This bowl quickly entered Han Qi's stomach.
The child kept staring at Han Qi. When he saw him looking up after eating, he asked curiously: "Is it delicious?"
“It’s delicious, it tastes really good.”
"Haha, you're lying, what's so good about this taste?"
Han Qi smacked his lips, but he still didn't finish his thoughts. He sighed and thought... Young man, you are really born in blessings and don't know how to be blessed.
It's hard for people in your own family to evaluate your family members' cooking skills. Some people's dishes are very tasteless, but their families just think they taste good. Some housewives' dishes have long surpassed those of outside restaurants, and they are even disliked by their families.
It doesn't taste good.
In fact, we are accustomed to eating it, and our brain has long been immune to this familiar taste.
Han Qi secretly touched his belly.
To be honest, I was seventy percent full and wanted to eat something else.
He was also surprised that the bowl of noodles was so big and served in a small bowl, yet he actually ate it in one go and still felt not full.
Weird, weird.
I didn’t eat so much before. Could it be that I didn’t eat breakfast and I really had to make up for it?
I checked the time... let's forget it, I'm in a hurry.
Han Qi has to rush to Yiminhe Town before it gets dark tonight.
It was only over a hundred kilometers from where Han Qi started to Yiminhe Town, and it only took half a day to get there with full firepower. But along the way, Han Qi was busy taking photos and getting familiar with Xiaobai's character, so that when he arrived
It's still twenty kilometers away from there now.
But it's coming soon, I should be able to arrive tonight.
Just pay and leave.
Although this family is not a shop owner, Han Qi can't eat other people's food for free. It would cost at least forty or fifty yuan to cook such a dish in an outside restaurant, and the taste may not be as good as this sister's.
good.
As soon as I stood up, a person came in from outside the yurt.
He is about thirty years old, looks a bit fat, and is about 1.8 meters tall, about the same height as Han Qi.
Han Qi guessed that he was the child's father... It was obvious. The way he entered the door was as familiar as at home, and he was of the same age. Who else could he be if he wasn't the head of the family?
As soon as he came in, he said to Han Qi: "Brother, does that horse outside belong to old Timur?"
He came back after borrowing his wife's phone number. After all, it's not that easy to meet someone on this grassland. Moreover, he was a mainlander coming here on horseback. Of course he wanted to come over and get to know each other and make friends.
Anyway, I had nothing to do at home except grazing, so I went home early to have a drink with the out-of-towners that my wife said.
But I never expected to see old Timur's white horse.
Are they willing to take action on this precious baby?
"You're talking about...Grandpa Timur in the suburbs of Hulunbuir?"
"Yes, that's him." The man walked over and sat down next to Han Qi.
Han Qi also sat down again, nodded and said: "Xiao Bai is indeed raised by them, I will rent it for a few days."
"You can do it, they treat this horse like a treasure." The Mongolian said with a smile, "But when the horse reaches age, it will always come out to run more. By the way, brother, you are riding the horse.
Where are you going?”
"It depends on the situation. The tentative decision is to go to Ulanhot, but if the journey goes smoothly, we can go directly to Xilin Gol."
He nodded and said: "You are a warrior who dares to ride a horse alone on the grassland. My name is Agulage. I don't have anything else here. I have enough food and wine. I have already sent people to kill the sheep. Let's have barbecue tonight."
Mutton, you won’t sleep until you’re drunk.”
ah?
I'm just here to have lunch, brother.
Han Qi wanted to refuse.
He wants to ride a horse, but how will he ride if he gets drunk? He still understands the principle of drinking without riding, and riding without drinking.
However, Agulage clearly had no intention of letting Han Qi go and insisted on treating Han Qi to a meal.
Eating is probably a trivial matter, but drinking may be more important.
His attitude was very firm, and Han Qi had no choice but to agree.
I'm just a little embarrassed.
I just came here for a casual meal, but as a result, people were killing sheep and transporting wine, as if the person who came was not a strange mainlander, but an honored guest.
Han Qi had just finished his meal and had nothing to do so he went outside to watch a beautiful woman killing a sheep.
Well...actually, she is just an ordinary Mongolian woman.
Agulage's wife and little brat's mother.
Nowadays, the word beauty has become somewhat involuted. It used to mean a beautiful woman, but now it has become that a woman will be called a beauty, and a slightly prettier person will be called a goddess. Later, it seems that the goddess does not work anymore, and she has to be called a little fairy.
.
She is about thirty years old and has a slender scar under her right eye. Her appearance and figure can actually be called a beauty.
Han Qi stood there for a while and felt that he couldn't bear it, so he ran to Xiaobai and led him for a walk.
An hour later, Han Qi smelled the aroma of barbecue.
I wandered back and saw that Agulage was shirtless and tumbling lambs on the grill, one in each hand, and there were a lot of seasonings on the side. The grill was the type often seen in modern times, and it also used charcoal. It looked like this
The way of Mongolian barbecue is not much different from that in the Mainland.
However, now that everyone in the city is using electricity, Han Qi hasn’t had a barbecue made entirely of charcoal for a long time.
Seeing Han Qi coming back, Agulage invited Han Qi to come in and sit down.
The yurt we entered this time was not the small yurt used for children to do homework before, but a slightly larger one. When we opened the curtain and entered, we saw a large log table where we could sit down easily.
A big table for a dozen Mongolian men.
There were two or three people sitting around the table who Han Qi didn't know.
As soon as Han Qi came in, they stood up.
"You must be Han Qi."
"Brother Agulage just told you that you want to ride to Xilingrad?"
"Brother, come here, sit down, have a drink and have a rest."
Good guys, have a drink and rest.
Han Qi smiled and got acquainted with them one by one. They were all friends called by Agulage. In addition to them, there should be a few more people coming soon.
