Nowadays, tourism pays special attention to the sense of ritual, especially in Tibetan and Mongolian areas. If you open a private room and have an ordinary meal, maybe someone will give you a hada ceremony and a toasting ceremony.
Toasting wine and tea are both local customs.
Having said so much about the goodness of milk tea, Chen Xing can only say that he has adapted to it and can drink it, but he dare not say that he likes it.
Zhou Peng has spent a long time in southern Yunnan and has drank salty milk tea there, so he knows what it tastes like.
Only Qin Xinlei took a small sip excitedly, and then her expression immediately changed.
My stomach was also churning, and I felt so uncomfortable that my five senses seemed to be tangled together.
Yu Qian observed it for a while, until he saw the scene he wanted to see, he laughed, picked up the delicate cup and took a sip of milk tea. After a while, he put the cup down and made a smacking sound.
He looked at Chen Xing again and said with emotion:
"Xiao Chen seems to be used to drinking. His face doesn't change and his heart doesn't beat. I admire him."
Chen Xing said: "It's okay."
Yu Qian pointed to the tea cup and asked: "Do you know why the milk tea in these border areas is salty?"
Chen Xing must have known that. He had studied this topic specifically. Just when he was about to continue talking about this topic, Zhou Peng asked skillfully and flatteringly:
"Why?"
"Because the ancient frontiers were bitterly cold," Uncle Qian said, shaking his head.
When Chen Xing saw this posture, he lost his consciousness of explaining and let Uncle Qian be his teacher for once.
He also listens to other people's opinions.
"You know that there is a dispute between sweet and salty tofu nao in our mainland, right?"
Zhou Peng nodded: "Of course, but the ones in our hometown are spicy, so it's considered salty."
"Spicy?" Yu Qian rolled his eyes and asked, "May I ask where you are from, little brother?"
"Same as Chen Xing, from Sichuan Province."
"Oh, I knew it."
He said that the tofu pudding he ate when he performed in Chengdu once had a lot of fresh chili peppers, soy sauce, and dried peas, and it was really delicious.
After talking about digressions for a long time, the topic returned to milk tea.
"Milk tea is now more popular than tofu, but there has never been any talk of a salty-sweet debate. First, there was no such thing before. The milk tea now sold in the city was developed into a popular drink around the millennium.
It seems that they also entered the mainland from Hong Kong and Taiwan."
"We can probably think of these two places as the birthplaces of sweet milk tea. Tibet and Mongolia are the two places that prefer salty milk tea. People drank it like this a thousand years ago."
It was easy to get caught up in the rhythm of chatting with Uncle Qian. He paused at this point, which made many people around him want to ask the same question.
Finally, Qin Xinlei couldn't hold it back and asked: "Then why haven't we heard about the salty-sweet controversy of milk tea?"
Yu Qian laughed twice before saying:
"Actually, it's not that it doesn't happen. It's just that many people online now are young people. The young people online in Mongolia are used to drinking salty milk tea, and they also like to drink milk tea with sugar. Naturally, there is no such fierce competition."
"There are two reasons. That is, many people do not regard Mongolian salty milk tea and milk tea as the same thing. In fact, the raw materials are the same. You add tea to the milk, right? But the concept is like this, so it has always been difficult to attract people.
Public opinion.”
Chen Xing also said:
"It makes sense. When I was in Xijiang, I attended a wedding of a local wealthy family. The raw materials were a pot of boiled milk and black tea. After scooping it up, you only need to add a little white sugar. The taste is exactly the same as McDonald's exquisite milk tea.
Without adding sugar, add sheep tail oil and a few grains of coarse salt, it is oil tea. If you are used to that taste, oil tea actually tastes good."
Zhou Peng took care of his nauseated daughter-in-law for a while. After hearing what Chen Xing said, he complained: "How can I get used to it? I just said that I can drink it."
Chen Xing quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, actually, Uncle Qian still didn't get to the point, and you don't understand either."
"Why do Mongolians like to drink salty milk tea? Because salty milk tea can improve the efficacy of tea. There is a saying in Mongolia that 'you can live without meat for a day, but you cannot live without tea for a day'. Mongolians have liked to drink brick tea since ancient times, and brick tea is
It is used to relieve greasiness and remove oil. If sugar is added to milk tea, brick tea will lose its intended function."
"Besides, the oil tea I drank in Xijiang, I don't know if it was the tea or some other vegetable. Anyway, it was very effective in tonifying the kidneys and strengthening yang."
Zhou Peng became excited immediately and said: "Tell me more about it!"
The men in the yurt all looked at Chen Xing. The little Mongolian girl was not surprised and continued to pour wine for the guests. Qin Xinlei was the only one who was a little shy. Seeing how enthusiastic Zhou Peng was, she was even more shy and hit her man.
But in the eyes of outsiders, it’s just coquettishness.
Men are always very concerned about aphrodisiacs, especially when Chen Xing said that the effect is super good, which means it has been verified. You must listen to it in detail.
However, Chen Xing couldn't explain the reason. He just felt warm in his lower abdomen that night and his desire was relatively high, but he didn't think too much about it at that time, and he didn't ask for the specific reason before leaving.
Uncle Qian said with a little pity: "Hey, maybe it's not tea, but medicinal food? Tea is not that effective."
Chen Xing felt a loss when he thought about it at this time, and sighed: "Hey, I haven't seen such good results since then."
Uncle Qian also drank some wine and was very generous. Seeing Chen Xing's regret, he immediately said: "It's nothing. Anyway, you got to know that family. Why don't you just go there again later? You can come to the capital later. I have hidden a lot of them."
Take a bottle of tiger bone wine produced in the 1900s with you."
Chen Xing picked up the wine glass and said, "Really?"
"Really, can a man from the capital lie to you?" Uncle Qian patted the table and clinked glasses with Chen Xing.
"If you want to say which tiger bone wine is the most authentic in the country, I'm afraid you can only find it in the capital. In the 1990s, the country issued a document prohibiting the trade of tiger bones. At that time, only a few companies in the capital knew about it.
We’ve got enough, we’ll go elsewhere.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Uncle Qian did not say any more, closed his mouth and shook his head, meaning that other places will not work.
The topic of men made the atmosphere in this yurt even more lively. The more Yu Qian looked at Chen Xing, the closer he felt. After a few glasses of wine, he started calling him brother and brother. Otherwise, he would not have said that he would give Chen Xing a bottle of tiger bone wine. Now if this thing
If you see anything for sale online, 10% of them are fake.
If you can buy the real one, congratulations, you won’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation for the next period of time.
Yu Qian also said why he appeared here.
He is well-known in the circle for his love of horses. There is also a special horse farm in the capital. Wherever there is a horse race across the country, you can probably see Yu Qian. He comes to Mongolia every year and knows many high-level officials in Xilinhot.
The topics ranged from aphrodisiacs to horse racing, and three hours passed.
Horses are the common hobby of Chen Xing and Yu Qian. They were also key figures in this banquet, so they talked about this topic for a long time. At the end, none of the food on the table was hot, only the wine.
Still warm.
The little Mongolian girl didn't talk much and kept warming and pouring the wine.
This night was also the night Chen Xing drank the most this year. When he stood up to go to the toilet, he almost lost his balance, but he was in a good mood. When he returned to the yurt, he even hummed a ditty: "The wind blowing through the wilderness, walk slower,
I tell you in silence that I am drunk..."
But while I was humming, I discovered that there was a bonfire in the distance, a group of tourists gathered around the bonfire, and there was singing coming from inside.
Chen Xing listened and showed an expression of sudden realization.
No wonder I suddenly thought of this song, it turned out that someone was singing it.
For a moment, Chen Xing forgot to even go back to the private room, and stumbled towards the crowd, muddle-headedly squeezing his way to the front amidst the scoldings. He smelled of alcohol, and his face was flushed under the light of the bonfire, and he collapsed.
No one knows this drunkard.
The singer was a female singer, holding a guitar, just to the left of where Chen Xing squeezed in. The distance between them was only two meters.
There is a bonfire in the middle of the bonfire party. No one will come to sing in the middle. Basically, everyone is in the crowd. Moreover, this is not an event held by the organizer. Except for the bonfire, which is placed by the organizer, other programs are performed by the tourists themselves.
The place had been busy for a long time when Chen Xing was drinking. Although Chen Xing missed many programs, he drank too much and went out to pee, but he heard the best song he had sung so far, "Night in Ulaanbaatar,"
It seems to be Tan Weiwei's version.
"Hey! You are here! You exist in every corner of this world!~~Oh hey, you are here, you come back through the wind, through the clouds, through everything!!!"
"The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet, so quiet, you can't even hear the wind, you can't hear..."
"What has changed in our world! What is our world looking forward to... Our world is nothing but desert!!"
The tune is very high and very comfortable to listen to.
When the girl sang, no one spoke. When the song ended, the onlookers immediately applauded. Chen Xing was drunk and didn't think much about it. He quickly stood up and shouted: "It's not over yet, it's not over yet!"
There were two closing lines to the song, and the girl was about to continue singing, but she had to stop when she saw everyone applauding.
Chen Xing shouted loudly, but in this environment only some people around him could hear it. The girl playing the guitar smiled sheepishly at Chen Xing and waved Chen Xing to sit down quickly. The next two sentences were actually
It’s okay not to sing.
Someone in the distance saw Chen Xing standing up and thought he was going to perform a show, so the applause became even more enthusiastic.
If Chen Xing hadn't stepped forward, these people would probably have wanted to hear the girl sing a song. After all, the bonfire party has been going on for so long, and this was the first time they heard such a beautiful voice. Under normal circumstances, it would take more time to give this girl a few songs alone.
no problem.
But isn't there someone who wants to show off so much, and he's a handsome guy, so give him a chance.
So someone shouted: "You come too!"
"come on!"
"What show are you planning to come to? Handsome guy!"
Anyone who is drunk knows that an alcoholic's thinking is single-threaded. He can only handle one thing at a time, but the jump is very large. And this single-threaded is not only thinking, but also hearing. These people shout
Chen Xing actually didn't hear the sound clearly, he just thought it was noisy.
He still said the same thing: "I haven't finished singing yet."
