My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 203

Visiting a yurt, they pour you wine, what's next?
is to drink!

The old man toasted with the wine glass, and Han Qi also took the wine glass to drink boldly, first took a sip, and then drank it in one gulp after he felt that it didn't hurt his throat.

It is not a strong-flavored liquor like mainland liquor, but rather sour and hot. It tastes average, but the alcohol content should be very low.

Probably less than twenty degrees.

Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered that it was said on the Internet that Mongolians like to drink alcohol. If it is liquor with tens of degrees of alcohol, he will probably have to pour it down after this one... a glass is too high for himself, half a glass.

"What's the boy's name, traveling here?"

Han Qi savored the wine, and when he heard their questions, he put down his glass and answered.

"My name is Han Qi, and I am indeed here for tourism." Han Qi said with a smile, "Actually, I saw your racecourse on the plane. It seems to have been opened, and I didn’t find it until I sent Gao Wa back.”

"That would be a coincidence, hahaha, brother Han Qi, are you joking?"

"Of course it's true." Han Qi's expression was affirmative, "Otherwise, why would you rent a car and drive here after getting off the plane? If I had known it was so close, I would have found a taxi to take me here... By the way, uncle, uncle, you guys Can domestic horses be ridden?"

"Of course." Gaowa's father nodded and said, "Most of our horses are bred and sold to the travel agency here. Addicted enough."

"Don't dare, I can ride it myself."

"You're welcome, eat, eat this." The uncle advised Han Qi to eat what was on the table.

It's just a pancake in a small basket. Looking at the yellow and white skin, it is estimated that milk was used.It seems that the diet in Mongolia is similar to that in Tibet. Milk is mostly used to make various foods.

Han Qi took a sip.

Sure enough, milk was added to the flour, and the skin has a milky smell. It is estimated that it is pure milk added when kneading the dough, and there is meat in it.

It turned out to be pie.

They also knew what mainlanders wanted to hear when they first came to Mongolia for tourism, and they talked a lot about things on the grasslands.Hearing Han Qi say that he likes to taste food from all over the world, he also introduced several famous foods in Mongolia to him.

Roasted whole lamb, Huazi fish, hand-picked meat...

Gaowa's father told Han Qi: "There is another kind of the most delicious food here, which is used to entertain distinguished guests. You can taste it right away."

"Uncle Burigude, don't be a fool, what is it?"

"You can't say, you will know after a taste."

After eating and drinking for a while, Gao Wa brought up a plate of beef.

The air-dried beef is torn into thin strips by hand, and the fibers are clearly visible.This is the essence of hand-shredded vegetables. It looks more comfortable than cutting with a knife, but it tastes a bit...toothy and too chewy.

Still good pie.

Han Qi thought this was the special delicacy they were talking about, but Brigude still said no.

Then he was a little curious.

Not long after, Gaowa's mother brought out a plate of hot dishes, served on a porcelain plate. The contents were golden yellow and looked a bit like candied sweet potatoes.

I'm not sure if it's sweet potatoes, but it's definitely candied vegetables.

Looking at the sugar juice flowing slowly in this dish, Han Qi sensed the heat contained in it.

Timur smiled, stroking his beard triumphantly, and said, "Little brother, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Timur is the name of the uncle. There are generally two ways to name people here. One is the same as the uncle, using a well-known figure in ancient times.If you think you are strong enough, you can also name it Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan or something.

Of course, no one will take their fame as Genghis Khan.

The other is Uncle Burigude, who entrusts the expectations of his elders. Burigude represents the eagle, and Gaowa represents beauty.

Han Qi picked up a piece with chopsticks.

It's really like candied sweet potatoes, they are all piece by piece, but the hand feels soft when clamped, and the head of the chopsticks sinks a little.

Eat up……

Lying trough,

What is this?

What a strange taste.

Sweet, sour, sticky rice cake-like texture.

"This is……"

Before Han Qi revealed his guess, Brigude nodded and said, "Yes, this is Naipizi, haha, do you have the habit of eating it?"

"Not bad, very fragrant."

It's not that Han Qi is lying, it actually tastes really good.

But Han Qi thinks this thing is more suitable for snacks when playing games at night. At dinner time like now, Han Qi still likes pies with meat or air-dried beef. This beef tastes better than Tibetan ones. I don’t know if he used it what material.

And generally speaking, mainlanders should be able to eat these dishes.

It seems that Tibet has been compared.

Han Qi was a little looking forward to seeing something more delicious in Mongolia. He personally likes meat, and Mongolian barbecue is famous all over the country. It should be no problem to find a delicious barbecue stall.

Continue to eat a naipizi.

Now that the weather is cold, the whole dish should be eaten quickly. If the sugar solidifies later, or the milk skin becomes cold, the taste will be much worse.

Drink and eat meat.

By the time the meal was over, it was already ten o'clock at night.

Uncle Timur stood up as if nothing had happened, his face was not red, it is estimated that the kumiss he drank just now was like plain water to him.

so strong.

The Mongols are really tall. When Han Qi saw the figure of the uncle standing up, he called a strong man in his mind!
The vocabulary invented by the ancients is really appropriate.

The uncle loosened his belt and said to Han Qi: "There is a free room here, you can sleep at our house, don't you want to ride a horse? You will ride tomorrow when you wake up. I also have to send some horses to the city. , when the time comes we will go there together."

"No, no, it's not far anyway, and we'll be there in half an hour."

Han Qi felt a little dizzy after standing up. The wine didn't have a strong alcohol content, and it had quite a flavor, just like drinking a drink, but no matter what kind of wine, he couldn't drink too much.

He staggered to the door, looked at the bright moon in the sky, then looked at his car, and instantly woke up.

Damn, I came here by car!
Han Qi recalled the situation when he went out of the city, mainly because he wanted to recall whether the appearance of those street corners was suitable for checking for drunk driving. .

No, I can't spoil my fans.

It doesn't matter whether your cycling skills are good or not, safety is the most important thing.

Bu Rigude saw that Han Qi was walking a little crookedly, and said, "You still want to drive back like this? Brother, listen to me, don't go."

Han Qi blinked twice, and agreed.

Just stay here for one night, and you can ride a horse tomorrow morning without running twice.

(End of this chapter)