The car only drove for ten minutes before the streets came into sight. Like many cities in the northwest region that Chen Xing has visited, the roads in Xilinhot are very wide. Construction sites can be seen everywhere outside the city, but there are very few pedestrians.
In Inner Mongolia, Tibet, and Western Xinjiang, the customs and styles outside the city are very different, but the urban architecture and planning are as if they were printed from the same mold.
After a while, we passed a river.
The driver said:
"This is our mother river, the Xilin River. All the interesting places in our city are nearby. There is an ethnic style street going up from this road. Usually no one goes there, but now there are more tourists, and there are also ethnic customs streets there.
It’s a bit lively, but if you want to take some souvenirs with you, it’s best not to go there, just find a commercial street or mall, there are a lot of things.”
"Thank you, master."
"Don't be so polite. You should be going to the Naadam venue tomorrow, right? My family will have a stall there. If I meet you, I will treat you to snacks from our grassland for free."
"Really?" Qin Xinlei asked.
"Of course, hahaha."
Chatting all the way, no one felt the passage of time, and we arrived at the place very quickly.
The vehicle stopped outside a shop called 'Xilin Jixiang Grassland Premium Mutton'. Zhou Peng didn't even feel that they had talked enough. When he got off the car, he was still discussing with Chen Xing the news he had just heard from the driver's brother.
"Tomorrow's show will have a non-professional group. Let's sign up then, shall we?"
While chatting, I heard from the driver that the three arts in Mongolia tomorrow will open a non-professional group, which is actually a tourist group.
In the past, there was no distinction between majors and non-professionals, and the contestants were all prairie people. But in recent years, tourism has been regarded as a pillar industry across the country, and people in Inner Mongolia also want to make progress. So Naadam opened a new non-professional group.
, allowing tourists to experience Mongolia’s special activities first-hand.
The three arts of Mongolia are Bock, horse racing, and archery.
Bock is what we often call Mongolian wrestling. It is called Bock in Inner Mongolia. During the few days that Naadam lasts, Bock and horse racing competitions are uninterrupted, ensuring that tourists who come to watch every day can see the performances of the three arts of Mongolia.
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When Chen Xing heard Zhou Peng's words, he glanced at his increasingly fat body and said, "I heard that the heavier the wrestling tonnage, the greater the advantage. You have a huge advantage."
Before Zhou Peng could refute, his wife burst into laughter.
She just thought what Chen Xing said was funny. Zhou Peng's fat body might really have an advantage in wrestling. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhou Peng being fat... In fact, she liked boys who were a little fatter.
Peng is just right.
He is not ugly in appearance, he can even be said to be very decent, and his height is not bad either.
But when she smiled, Zhou Peng was unhappy and looked at her sideways: "Why are you smiling? Okay, you think I'm fat too? I can tell you, I will lose weight this year."
Who can't lose weight if they are 20 kilograms over the standard weight?
"I'm not laughing at you, you're pretty good, really." Qin Xinlei said quickly.
Chen Xing could feel the sincerity of this girl and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Everyone has their own preferences. It turns out that there are beautiful girls who don't like handsome guys with muscles, but like fat guys.
Fortunately, there are few women like this, otherwise his muscles would be in vain... although he did not train them by himself.
As soon as they entered the store, the three people received extremely warm hospitality.
This restaurant occupies a large area. After entering, there is a lobby except for the cashier. The lobby is divided into two. The half near the entrance is just like an ordinary restaurant, but the other half is very special.
The restaurant has set up several yurts here.
Yes, it is the kind of yurt found on the grassland, but it is built directly inside the building.
The shapes of these yurts have a traditional ornate look, which is much better than what Chen Xing has seen before. He had played a game called Tsushima before. The background of the game was that the Mongolian army wanted to liberate the island country.
There are many yurts used by senior generals, which are similar to the ones here.
Very handsome.
Zhou Peng was obviously moved. He gestured in the direction of the yurt and asked, "So? Let's go and experience it?"
"Okay." Qin Xinlei nodded.
Chen Xing also nodded.
It has been agreed that he can just bring his mouth with him when he comes this time, and all the expenses will be paid by Mr. Zhou.
It looks very traditional from the outside, but it's very modern when you walk in. The table is not a low table, but a large round table that is very common in restaurants and hotels. It can sit ten people without feeling crowded. It has electric lights and a TV.
It might be a 40-inch TV, which is pretty big.
A waitress followed and asked, "What did you order?"
"Just one roasted whole lamb will be enough." Zhou Peng said. After ordering it, he was worried that it was not enough, so he asked Chen Xing, "Is one roasted lamb enough? How about we order something else?"
"A sheep weighs more than ten or twenty pounds, so we might have to pack it up and take it home, but the roasted lamb kidneys are also a must-have. You can order some to try."
Sheep kidney?
Zhou Peng felt a little moved in his heart, but after thinking about the newly pregnant Qin Xinlei, he sighed: "Forget it, let's just eat meat for the third time, right?"
Who should I go to after eating?
Qin Xinlei has no other objections. She is not a vegetarian. She has long wanted to eat Mongolian roasted whole lamb. This time she finally took the opportunity of her wedding to go out and have fun. Who knows what she will eat next time.
when.
"Then do you want to go and see the sheep? We now have a 17-pound sheep, a 23-pound sheep, and a 26-pound sheep. They can be killed immediately, but the roasted whole sheep will take a little longer. We will make about
Two or three hours."
Chen Xing said: "The small one will be fine. The 17-pound one was just killed, right?"
The waitress smiled and said: "Guaranteed freshness. There have been so many people these two days that there are no sheep left. Many people come to eat every day. It only takes more than half an hour to eat 17 pounds. The price is 68 yuan per pound. You see
May I?"
"Okay, six bottles of iced Qingdao, a can of Wanglaoji, are there any snacks?"
"There are many, you can take a look at the menu."
In addition to mutton, this restaurant also has mutton. You can also order mutton-boiled here. The so-called snacks are various grilled skewers, which look very tempting, but I really don’t want to order them. I will have to eat roasted whole mutton later.
Zhou Peng flipped through the menu and sighed, feeling that the next hour might be a bit difficult. Time is really a little devil. Normally, one month or two passes by in a flash, but only while waiting for the delicious food
May your days be like a year.
Seeing that he didn't want to order, Chen Xing took it and ordered some mutton skewers and two skewers of roasted kidneys.
Forget it if Zhou Peng doesn't want to eat it, he will eat it himself.
The waiter put away the menu and asked again: "We also have a sheep-opening ceremony. It's free. Do you think you want to attend?"
Qin Xinlei groaned, not knowing what it was.
"Come on!" Zhou Peng said.
It was probably some kind of show. There was a fire lighting ceremony in his father's hotel.
