The traditional food in Shangri-La is mainly Tibetan. Butter tea is the most common drink of Tibetan people, and tsampa is a common staple food for three meals a day. Yak milk can be made into cheese, and yak meat can be braised.
The stew is very delicious. Highland barley wine brewed from highland barley is one of the main wines used to entertain guests.
There are many good places to eat and drink in Shangri-La County, mostly Western and Tibetan food, as well as Yunnan food.
Leng Yunlin finally came here once, so it was naturally impossible for him to eat Western food.
Sitting in the ancient city, looking at the scenery of the ancient city, blowing a small breeze, and looking at Leng Yunlin's gentle face, she didn't say much about today's events. It seemed that she selectively ignored what happened just now. Leng Yunlin's face had softened.
Yunlin naturally understood her thoughts and felt very comfortable with her considerate attitude.
She has always been like this, knowing how to measure, advance and retreat, and know what she should say and do. Although she will attack the enemy like a wild cat after being provoked, she is still very considerate in normal times.
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However, just after changing the topic, Mu Qingyu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when she saw the gentler look in his eyes.
Did I say something wrong? I kept following myself, but I felt that there was more conspiracy.
Looking at his gentle eyes, I asked: "What do you want to eat?"
Mu Qingyu saw the roadside stall next to her and decided to challenge her. Since Leng Yunlin looked like this, why not challenge her?
"How about going there?"
Leng Yunlin followed her direction and saw that it was actually a food stall eating braised mutton! Moreover, it said - "Yancheng flavor"!
Moreover, in the summer, this is a place to eat hot pot...
Leng Yunlin looked at the even more chaotic environment than Liu Ji Barbecue, and finally showed a bitter look on his face: "Do you want to go?"
Mu Qingyu nodded repeatedly: "Well, I'm out of town and I want to eat local food."
Leng Yunlin took a deep breath, finally nodded, and walked in with the expression of a strong man about to die.
The restaurant is not big, with only seven or eight tables. Although the decoration is not very simple, it is definitely not luxurious, but fortunately it is still clean. Leng Yunlin ordered a bunch of things, and when the pot came, he placed it on the electronic
It was burning on the stove, and the stewed lamb was floating in the red sauce. Even though it was covered with a lid, it couldn't help but the aroma of it was overflowing. Around it, there were cabbage, tofu, vermicelli, and lettuce.
The whole table was filled with clatter, and there were several fried golden and crispy pancakes.
Looking at the table next to me, several men were shirtless, sweating and eating with big mouthfuls. It obviously tasted good.
Well, luckily there is air conditioning inside, otherwise who could stand such an environment in this summer?
However, fortunately, the folk customs here are relatively open, so Mu Qingyu's outfit is not too eye-catching, and Leng Yunlin is also wearing casual clothes, and the two of them are hiding in the corner, which is very low-key.
"You've never eaten in a place like this, have you?" Mu Qingyu smiled, "That's right, you are very picky and particular. You will definitely not patronize such a roadside stall."
Leng Yunlin frowned. He usually ate very light food, which was also taught by his aunt Feng Linxue - too much oil and salt would make him prone to various diseases.