I lost some followers originally, but from the looks of this video, it’s definitely not a problem to gain 20,000 or 30,000 followers, so I’ll go for 200,000.
Okay, okay.
If you look at the number of videos posted, Chen Xing didn't find any newcomer who gained followers faster than him.
Those people in the barrage said that they were fanatics, and they deserved their title.
He looked at the messages happily.
As the number of fans increases, there are also many negative comments, but Chen Xing basically skips them without reading them.
If there are only a few messages, Chen Xing can ban them and delete them. But if he deletes too many messages, he will feel tired, so he just thinks of doing whatever he wants. After all, they are messages posted by others who are jealous of him, so he won’t cause any trouble.<
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Shang Hai.
A milk tea shop near the Oriental Pearl Tower.
Mu Qing looked at the message sent by Chen Xing, lowered his head and snickered.
The man sitting opposite him felt his throat rolling and felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip of tea and said:
"You are much prettier in person than in the photos."
"Really? Which photo?"
"Which one was sent by Aunt Wang? You just graduated, you look good in your bachelor's uniform."
"Oh." After hearing the answer, Mu Qing immediately lost interest.
She thought that this person had also seen the photo that Chen Xing took of her. In this case, she would still be interested in continuing the conversation, but as for dating or something, forget it. Don't say that she doesn't have such thoughts now, even if
No one would like such a person.
Compared with Chen Xing, there is a huge difference.
They have no ambition and no interest in chatting. Living with such a person would be boring to death.
She listened to the chattering words of the people opposite her, and flicked her phone with her right hand, hoping that Chen Xing would send some more messages, but nothing came, and she felt more and more disappointed.
It would be nice if Chen Xing chased me, she thought.
In this case, she doesn't have to worry about how much older she is than Chen Xing. She's older, so what?
Isn’t it a female junior holding a gold brick?
Thinking of this, she blushed and became more and more impatient of such a blind date. She stood up and said:
"I'm a little tired, let's talk next time, sorry."
The man stood up and watched Mu Qing leave stupidly. He looked down and saw that Mu Qing's milk tea had not been touched, and felt a little pity.
Why don't you take the milk tea away? It's such a waste.
In Damxung, Tibet, Chen Xing also received a call from Wang Heng. Wang Heng took Chen Xing to the grassland north of Damxong.
But he didn’t go very far. Within an hour of starting from Damxiong, he saw a herd of cattle and sheep, and then he saw two tents that were simply set up a little ahead. Nyima Zandui was sitting in front of the tents to rest.<
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After getting off the car, Chen Xing looked around and asked, "Is this Brother Zhandui's winter pasture?"
Nima Zhandui came over and said: "No, this belongs to someone else. Mine is in front and we have to arrive tomorrow night. It's too far and can't be reached in one day. You guys came just in time to help me set up the shelf."
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A barbecue grill that can be seen everywhere, but in addition to this charcoal grill, there is also a wood-burning grill. You can put the whole lamb on a huge steel spit and then put it on the fire to grill.
grill.
Chen Xing doesn’t know the name of this grill either.
He and Wang Heng helped set up the shelf, and Nima took a look at the sheep he had just killed.
He had just killed the sheep before Chen Xing and the others came over, and now the bloody sheep was hanging upside down at one end of the tent to bleed, and the blood was collected in a porcelain basin.
Zhuoma happily ran around on the grassland, looking at the cattle and sheep for a while, watching Chen Xing and others working, and then suddenly ran back from the sheep and shouted: "Mom, mom, Sanji is missing!" p>
Nyima Zandui’s family has many yaks, but few sheep and horses. Yaks are a necessary resource for the family and are used to make money. Sheep are used for food, and horses are used for transportation. Naturally, they don’t use many. Zhuoma
The Sanchi she calls is a lamb, and she likes it very much.
Tashi was making food in the house and said: "Ask your sister to look for it, it should be nearby."
When they first arrived, they counted all the livestock. At that time, there were no missing ones. Now, the lambs must have run away and got lost.
Chen Xing set up the grill and saw Tashi kneading the dough in the cooking tent. The dough was very flexible and did not look like highland barley, so he asked: "Is this wheat noodles?"
"Yes, I thought people in your city didn't know the types of these things."
"I don't live in a city. I live in a small town, which is almost the same as in a rural area."
She kneaded the dough into strips, then pulled out small pieces of dough, just like the small glutinous rice balls that Chen Xing made at home. Instead of rolling them into round shapes, she pulled them out and threw them on the wooden board below.<
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"Is this a breast lump?"
He knew that ethnic groups such as Tibetans and Mongolians who live in grassland areas and make a living by grazing have this dish. It is very famous in the mainland and is one of the things that comes to mind when mentioning grassland food.
"No, milk pimples are made of yogurt. I can't make them well, but my mother can do well. What I'm making now is called Pazi Mogu, and it tastes a little like milk pimples. Do you want to eat it? I'll wait for my mother to feel better some other time.
Let her do it."
Only then did Chen Xing notice that he hadn’t seen much of the old lady today.
"Is she sick?"
"I feel uncomfortable after being caught in the rain yesterday. I have a fever today and am resting in bed."
Nima Zhandui shouted outside: "Chen Xing, brother Chen Xing, don't you want to learn to ride a horse?"
After Chen Xing heard this, he looked behind him and saw that Nima Zhandui had already led a horse over. It was still the same horse he rode in the morning, and it looked very majestic.
He also walked over and reached out to touch the horse's face.
He has touched it several times, and now he feels that it is just like petting a cat. There is no danger. Moreover, the eyes of horses are much more agile than cats. People like Chen Xing who are very sensitive to eyes and emotions can feel this horse.
The gentleness of the horse.
Nima Zhandui said: "There is still some time now. Let Wang Heng do the preliminary work. I will teach you how to ride a horse first. Come on, step on this stirrup."
Chen Xing is about the same height as Nima Zhandui, so it is easy to get on the horse.
Nima Zhandui led the horse away slowly and said: "This kind of horse is called a draft horse. It has high endurance, strong strength, and a docile personality, but it runs slowly. Generally, it is rarely used as a mount on the grassland, but I
I just like tall ones like this, at least they look comfortable to me."
Chen Xing's vision was different when he sat on the horse, and he felt comfortable. He nodded and said, "I think so too."
He taught Chen Xing some horse riding skills, and after making sure that Chen Xing had memorized them all, he let go of the reins and rode on the other horse, saying, "Then speed up a little bit. I think you can learn it pretty quickly."
, I guess it will be almost done in half an hour.”
But less than half an hour later, Nima Zhandui was called back to roast the sheep. Chen Xing did not dare to run too fast by himself. He circled the tent a few times and stopped.
