If Han Qi were asked to decorate his home, he would probably choose a large area of white.
Not only the walls should be painted white, but even the floor tiles, quilts and other household appliances should be white. I believe this is also the choice of most straight men.
In this regard, Tibetan compatriots are much more fashionable than Han Qi. As soon as you enter the door, you will see all kinds of colors.
The cushions on the wooden sofa are colorful, and the paintings on the wall are also colorful...
It's a bit exaggerated to say this, but it is indeed very colorful.
Like the Tibetan grandmother's house she met before, this family also built a Buddhist temple in their house, but Han Qi also saw an image of God above the door. It seemed that this family had done a good job integrating their beliefs.
In addition, there is a very old calendar with former leaders on it.
Simple but not ordinary, but very warm.
There are four people in the family now, the uncle and his wife, the woman and her child
The uncle greeted a few people to sit down, and went to pour tea for a few guests with a smile. The female Tibetan she met before also took off her blue face scarf to prepare dinner for everyone. The face under the face scarf was exactly what Han Qi had guessed.
Beautiful, no more than 25 years old.
This is Han Qi's fault, because long-term labor has made her skin a little rough, and her exact age cannot be clearly seen.
The butter tea was poured first, and the uncle said: "Drink the tea first."
Grandma also pointed to the fruit on the table and said, "Eat whatever you want, you're welcome."
Han Qi is accustomed to drinking butter tea. When drinking this kind of tea, you must not savor the taste like drinking traditional fried tea. In that case, it will be difficult to feel the aroma of butter tea. Don't think so much, just drink it fresh.
Milk will do.
Zhang Shuhao took a perfunctory sip and went to play with the children again.
Li Xiaochuan chatted with the uncle in Tibetan, while Han Qi was charging his mobile phone and watching the videos he uploaded on station B a few days ago.
A few days have passed, and the video Han Qi posted on Station B has become quite popular. It has already been viewed 800,000 times. The main reason is that the song Han Qi sang is more attractive, and there are a lot of comments.
Focus on the part where Han Qi sings.
If I choose to participate in singing shows, maybe I can really become popular?
After so many times of street singing, Han Qi has figured out his singing ability - in terms of skills, he is similar to most people who came out of the music school, and he is in the category of capable young people. But when it comes to voice, Han Qi now
Qi Ke can be regarded as an invincible player in the singing world.
After all, it is a brand new voice. Since the day I got it, I have never eaten spicy food, never smoked cigarettes, or even stayed up late. If a person can do the above, even if the talent is not good, he will grow up to the stage of voice change.
She will also be able to sing very well after that, not to mention Han Qi, whose talent has been enhanced.
Seeing the rows of 'fairy voices' and 'throats kissed by angels' on the barrage, Han Qi felt extremely satisfied.
Li Xiaochuan was not as leisurely as them. He was chatting with the old man.
This is the real thing.
We go into other people's homes as guests, and one of them is teasing their children endlessly, while the other is huddled in the corner playing with his mobile phone. Is this ridiculous? After all, he is still a young man in his early twenties, and he has no eyesight at all, so he still has to look at me.
He saw that there were old and young children at home, but he didn't see the man, so he asked: "Dad, where is the son?"
"My son passed away last year, and my daughter-in-law has always taken care of us."
It turned out to be a widow... Li Xiaochuan thought to himself.
The uncle added tea to Li Xiaochuan and continued: "The road to Lhasa is not easy. Remember to be careful. There is snow on some mountains and Lawu Mountain on some mountains, and it is difficult to walk on some mountains."
The girl came up with a few things and scolded her son who was playing with Zhang Shuhao.
The dishes were already on the table, and the uncle called to Han Qi, who was sitting far away: "Come here, come here, kids, come and try this. This is a specialty of our Tibetan people."
Of course Han Qi couldn't understand Tibetan, but with the help of Li Xiaochuan's translator, he quickly reacted and quickly sat down and looked at the several things on the table and asked:
"Is this tsampa? How to eat it?"
There is water on the table, white lumps of cream that look like steamed buns, and ghee.
The uncle pinched some butter and put it into the water, and then made a little bit of ghee. Finally, he grabbed two handfuls of fried tsampa and put them in the prepared bowl and kneaded them until the tsampa was fixed and shaped. One can
The delicious food is ready.
Everyone was cooking and eating by themselves, but Han Qi imitated them and couldn't finish it for a long time, so the uncle handed the tsampa he made to Han Qi.
He didn't care about hygiene, so he curiously took a bite to taste the taste.
After eating a lot of Tibetan food, Han Qi temporarily concluded that eating here cannot be as careful as eating light food. This is because he is not a local and has not been cultivated by local food.
If you are used to it, it will definitely feel strange when you eat these things for the first time.
But the tsampa tastes pretty good and doesn't have any weird taste.
It can even be said to be very fragrant.
He felt that tsampa was very similar to flour made from roasted barley. If anyone has smelled the smell of roasted barley, it would be similar to tsampa, except that tsampa has a slightly milky aroma.
Although a little butter is added to it, it does not taste greasy. The role of butter is just to increase the aroma of tsampa.
The uncle saw Han Qi eating there and asked, "What do you think?"
Han Qi looked at Li Xiaochuan.
"Dad, I want to ask you, how does this tsampa taste?"
Han Qi nodded and said: "The taste is a bit strange, but I'm used to it, but it feels a bit dry."
"Haha, this is to be eaten with butter tea. These two things are a perfect match..." After Li Xiaochuan finished speaking, he translated what Han Qi said to the uncle.
He was also very happy to hear that the guests liked the things he made at home, and the smile on his face never stopped.
"Where are you from?"
Li Xiaochuan pointed at himself: "I come from southern Yunnan, he is from Tianfu, he is from Wanwan."
The child suddenly asked Zhang Shuhao in Chinese: "Wanwan? Where is Wanwan?"
"Wanwan is just...on the other side of the sea."
Everyone laughed for a while and chatted while eating, but mainly Li Xiaochuan and his uncle and aunt talked, and no one else said much. Li Xiaochuan thought that the tsampa they made was quite delicious, and praised: "Dad, your daughter's
The craftsmanship is really good.”
"That's all what I taught you, haha."
Li Xiaochuan ate another one while he was talking. After tasting it for a long time, he said, "Dad, can you teach me?"
"Okay, okay, okay, daddy will teach you."
After finishing the meal, Li Xiaochuan followed the uncle to the open kitchen in the corner of the living room. Han Qi followed him as he had nothing to do. Only then did he realize that the uncle was teaching Li Xiaochuan how to make tsampa, but he could not understand Tibetan.
I can memorize the uncle's operations by rote.
I'll make it for my mom to try when I get home.
Behind them, the girl who was clearing the table subconsciously looked towards her son... Originally she wanted to see more of her son, lest he disturb the guests. But as she looked more along the way, she discovered that this guy from Wanwan
