Chapter 183 I also want to eat this kind of soft rice
When Chen Xing put on his clothes and went downstairs, many people were also changing into suits in their cars.
Now there are a group of men in suits standing here, the scene is quite intimidating.
Awuli patted Chen Xing from behind, jumped out and said, "Wow, you are going to take away all the glory in today's scene."
Another person quickly said: "Aren't you afraid that Chen Xing is not handsome enough? There is a beautiful woman opposite."
"Beauty?" Chen Xing quickly asked, "How beautiful is she? Is she more beautiful than Kony's sister?"
He seemed to be thinking and stopped talking.
Chen Xing touched his newly waxed hair, adjusted his clothes a little with both hands, and asked confidently: "Tell me, how old is that beauty and what does she look like?"
He remained silent and looked at Chen Xing with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Awuli shook his eyes, and Chen Xing followed him and looked back subconsciously.
There is a woman standing behind him.
Hanikezi also put on a beautiful outfit, with silver-white earrings, and her skin is white and smooth. She looks a bit like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, which is heart-warming.
But now it's Hepburn who rolls her eyes.
"Of course you are prettier than me. Looking at your stinking beauty, what do you want to do?"
"..."
I don't want to do anything, I just want to make a joke...
Chen Xing doesn't have the guts to date the bridesmaids from across the street. He dares to get in touch with some more open-minded girls, but he usually keeps away from some traditional good girls.
Too much trouble.
So when he said these things in front of his new friends, it was completely bragging.
When a man meets, what would he do if he didn't brag?
"You want to go too?"
"Yeah, let's go over and have fun. I've met Guzanli before, but I haven't been to her home yet."
Kony came over and said: "Chen Xing, have you ever eaten finger food?"
"Not yet. Someone wanted to treat me to a meal before, but they had to go to your house to eat, so I didn't go. Why, let's eat finger food for lunch today? How does it taste?"
"I think it's delicious, and it should suit your taste. Come on, let's get in the car first."
Kony had met many people from Sichuan Province when he was traveling in the mainland before. At least those people from Sichuan Province recognized the taste of hand-made rice, but after all, individuals have their own tastes, and Kony was not sure whether Chen Xing liked it. Everyone drove to a restaurant.
This restaurant is not big, and there was not a single customer at noon today. However, when Chen Xing and the others entered, they realized that all the tables at noon today had been reserved by Kony.
There is only a small square table that can seat four people. Some seats are crowded with four people, and a slightly fatter person sits on one side.
After sitting like this, there are still two empty tables.
Kony wanted to accompany other friends. Chen Xing sat with Mai Ba, whom he met while singing yesterday, and Hanikezi came over soon after.
Mai Ba's name is Kulban, and the fixed microphone where he sang yesterday was always occupied by him. It was said that they cherished each other. After singing the song, the two of them even became friends and made an appointment to go there again in a few days.
If Mai is young or the person is unfamiliar, Chen Xing usually doesn’t like to sing.
But after all, if you drink too much, your true nature will be exposed.
But this makes it easier to integrate into their circle.
Chen Xing was very interested in traditional songs from Western Xinjiang. He was asking Kurban about them, and then saved them one by one on his music software. Hanikezi next to him remembered what happened yesterday and said. p>
"Did you go to sing yesterday? Is this the bachelor party that I can't attend?"
"Yes, this is a men's party!"
Chen Xing said immediately.
How did he know that rapping and singing are just singing, otherwise he would definitely not refuse Hanikezi to come over.
"I'm very good at singing. If you don't believe me, ask Brother Kurban. You can really ask me to sing next time."
Kurban nodded and said:
"Yeah, this will reduce the number of microphones inside. What a pity." Seeing Hanikezi glaring at him, Kurban said quickly, "It's a joke, it's a joke, Hani is very good at singing and dancing." p>
The people of Xijiang are very good at dancing. It is absolutely no problem to describe them as good at singing and dancing.
Yesterday, Chen Xing also saw singing in KTV.
If they meet someone who sings well, they will dance happily, and the singer will occasionally dance and sing at the same time. Although it is not a difficult dance, it can be seen that the rhythm is very good.<
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So when Kurbandu said that Hanikezi danced very well, Chen Xing knew that she was really a good dancer.
Chen Xing can also dance.
But most of them are like those in nightclubs, just swaying to the rhythm.
At this time, the boss and employees came up with hand-picked rice. Each person had a big plate with many large pieces of meat. It smelled very fragrant and looked very appetizing.
Chen Xing went to wash his hands specially and came back. When he saw this, he scratched it with his hands.
Then I realized that everyone was eating with a spoon.
"Isn't it just eating with your hands?"
Hanikezi held a spoon and said while eating: "We don't mind if you want to grab it with your hands. A handful of rice, a little carrot, and a piece of meat. It tastes very good. Do you want to try it?"
Chen Xing glanced at the other people, shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's try it next time."
In the future, when you come alone, you can experience the feeling of grabbing it with your hands.
If it tastes good, then Chen Xing will definitely come here for the second time.
Chen Xing also picked up the spoon and started eating.
Hand-picked rice is very similar to fried rice. Their rice grains are clearly defined and the surface is very shiny, but the taste is completely different. The rice of hand-picked rice feels very full and moist, unlike
Fried rice tastes so dry.
The fragrance also has a bit of sweetness.
The meat is still Xijiang mutton, and the taste is very strong.
It tastes great, Chen Xing can only say this.
If the video is being recorded, the audience probably won't be able to hear Chen Xing's words, and can only see him eating non-stop, as if they have forgotten that they are still recording the video.
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A fat man wearing a black down jacket looked at Chen Xing several times from a distance, and finally came over and asked: "Hello, are you Chen Xing?"
Chen Xing looked over. Although he didn't know what the situation was, he still nodded and said, "Hello."
"It's really you, I'm your fan."
Real or fake!
This sentence flashed through Chen Xing's mind for the first time, but then he realized that he had probably met a real fan.
You have to adapt to being a grandma with 700,000 fans.
"Hello, fate and fate."
Chen Xing stood up and wanted to shake hands with him to show respect, but he almost stretched out his hand. Then he realized that his hand had just grabbed rice and it was greasy, so he immediately canceled the forward shaking and made a fake move. p>
He touched his nose.
"Yeah, I didn't expect it was really you. I confirmed it for a long time." The fat brother noticed the mark on Chen Xing's nose and felt that Chen Xing was worthy of being a person who could gain hundreds of thousands of fans with just a few store visits.
I understand the effect of the program so well.
"Thank you, thank you. It's a wonderful feeling to meet someone who has paid attention to me in such a far away place. Thank you."
Chen Xing could only stretch out his left hand and shake it.
I can't help it, it's not convenient for my right hand.
"I'm happy to see you too. Are we doing well in cooking with our hands?"
"Okay, okay, it's delicious."
This meal was ordered in advance by Konigbuik, and there were more than a dozen people. The boss also ran a small business, so it was impossible to get a free order, but he gave everyone a thin-skin steamed dumpling, especially a big one.
, looks like a small bun.
The bread inside is all meat.
After Hanikezi and others left, he asked: "Are you still an anchor?"
"I'll shoot some videos and post them on the Internet. I'm not a big anchor. I find it strange that I can meet people who know me here. It's too far. If I drive any further, I'll have to go abroad." p>
Hanikezi didn't know if he really believed it or not, so he nodded and said, "That's pretty awesome too."
Chen Xing took out his mobile phone and opened Beep.
The number of fans has skyrocketed again!
The number of followers has reached 780,000. When he checked yesterday, it had just passed 71. The number of followers increased by 60,000 in one night?
Did someone really gain followers for me?
I didn’t do anything?
The biggest contributor to the increase from 500,000 to 700,000 is Chen Xing’s real-life travel shop-visiting videos. Netizens seem to buy into these shop-traveling videos, with views reaching up to 3 million and a particularly high number of likes. Unlike the videos made by Chen Xing, his previous videos often had average views but a lot of coins. So far, the travel video with the highest views has not exceeded 3 million.
Could it be that yesterday’s video went viral?
But he was just responding to what Tongque said. He really didn’t expect that this kind of rumor-refuting video would become popular.
Click on the video to take a look.
1.8 million views.
This is a video that was sent out early this morning. It has only been about ten hours, and it has more than one million people?
As soon as I clicked on it, the barrage popped up directly.
There are many in the center, but more barrages are still coming out from the right.
[Tell me how to go from secondary school to study abroad, wait online, it’s very urgent]
[This video is also known as, the legendary life of a well-known photographer]
[Bee Nest: What treasures did I find? Traveler]
[I cried, sisters, I was so moved by the story Chen Xing told]
[Provincial Liu: Shuangwen Male Protagonist]
I work so hard to shoot works and videos, and then go back and edit them myself. Each video takes a long time to edit, and then you tell me that I can increase my number of followers just by sitting on a chair and chatting with people?
Hmm?
Is it this netizen’s problem or mine?
Chen Xing can't understand.
After dinner, when everyone got in the car and headed to the bride's home, Chen Xing was thinking about this problem.
Not happy.
You know he's panicking.
It's been almost a year, and he has slowly grown to 500,000 fans. Their fans are very Buddhist, with few reminders, and many young and artistic people. They often post some poems in his videos, domestic or foreign.
, show your artistic accomplishment.
The atmosphere in the private chat is also very good. I feel like I am a little older than myself and very mature.
The younger ones are also asking Chen Xing whether he should travel full-time, how to make money as a travel grandma, etc.
But what is it now?
His private chats are all about sharing his own stories.
Someone broke up with her boyfriend, then told a lot of stories about her and her boyfriend, and then asked Chen Xing if she wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower to see it, after all, they had made such a similar agreement before.
Chen Xing made a plan for him while eating his rice.
Then the other person replied: "But I'm still a junior high school student and don't have much money."
"..."
Are you looking for a guardian?
Another thing is that Tibet is not as beautiful as Chen Xing said. The grass is full of cow dung, the environment is not good at all, and the air is smelly when you breathe it. It is all hyped up on the Internet.
Good guy, have you been to Tibet?
The cow dung has been picked up a long time ago, okay? This is one of the most precious resources in Tibet. Will there be any herdsmen who don’t want it as garbage?
Anyway, there are a lot of stories like this.
Chen Xing is another person who likes to read comments and private messages, so he got into the car in a daze.
Take another look and pay attention.
Seventy-nine thousand.
A beeping sound.
A message from a friend I just added last night.
Tongque: After ten years of traveling, no one asked, but one story is known to the world?
Tongque: Are you the grandma in the story area?
Chen Xing: There are a lot of ghosts and monsters in the private chat, which makes me speechless.
Tongque: You have to think about it this way. After you become popular, no one will steal your work and use it. This is also a good thing.
Chen Xing: No one in China dares to do this now. Okay, I'm very busy today. Let's talk about this another time. I'm really numb. If I had known better, I wouldn't have taken those store visit videos.
Tongque: Okay, I think you can tell another story to impress millions of fans.
Chen Xing:......
I am an old man who is not in his 70s or 80s, so where can I find so many stories to tell?
Fortunately, I am going to Paris. It is estimated that these fans should have calmed down after two months.
In the midst of random thoughts, the motorcade stopped.
We've arrived.
After Chen Xing got off the car, he looked into the distance. There were grape trellises as far as the eye could see. The family probably grew grapes. Behind the motorcade was a straight concrete road, and there were still grape trellises on the other side.
It is divided by a road in the middle, and on top is a row of arched bridges. I don’t know if the things on them are ivy or something else, but there are pink flowers anyway.
This road especially has the style of a medieval manor in the game.
But fortunately the house in front did not continue this style, otherwise Chen Xing would really have to think carefully about the identity of the person living here.
The house is a five-story house with a beautiful ceiling.
Many people were waiting in front of the house. Kony went up to greet them with a smile on his face. Chen Xing stood with the others with his hands folded and looked at the bride who was wearing a white wedding dress with her head covered and whose face could not be seen clearly.
, and then looked at that beautiful building.
Is this Uighur architecture? Chen Xing thought to himself.
People around Chen Xing saw his confused eyes and explained: "The bride's father is the largest farmer in our county. Grape growing is his personal hobby. The real money is the cotton field behind the house."<
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It turns out that we in China also have farmers.
Then he saw Kony lifting the white curtain that blocked the bride's face and kissed her forehead.
