My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 25 Tsampa
If Han Qi were to decorate his home, he might choose a large area of ​​white.

Not only the walls have to be painted white, but even the floor tiles, quilts and other household utensils are all white. I believe this is also the choice of most straight men.

In this regard, Tibetan compatriots are much more fashionable than Han Qi. Once you enter the door, you will see all kinds of colors.

The cushions of the wooden sofa are colorful, and the paintings on the walls are also colorful...

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that, but it's really colorful.

Like the Tibetan grandma’s house I met before, this family also built a Buddhist hall in the house, but Han Qi also saw a head of God above the door. It seems that the integration of the family’s beliefs has done a good job.

In addition, there is a very old and very old calendar with paintings of former leaders.

Simple and unordinary, but very warm.

There are four people in the family now, the uncle and his wife, the woman and her child

The uncle greeted a few people to sit down, and went to pour tea for a few guests with a smile.The female Tibetan I met before also took off the blue face scarf to prepare dinner for everyone. The face under the face scarf was as beautiful as Han Qi guessed, and she was no older than 25 years old.

This is due to Han Qi getting older, because long-term labor has made her skin a little rough, and she can't tell her exact age.

Butter tea was poured first, and the uncle said, "Tea first."

Grandma also pointed to the fruit on the table and said, "Eat whatever you want, you're welcome."

Han Qi is used to drinking butter tea, so he must not savor the taste of this tea like traditional fried tea, because it will be difficult to feel the fragrance of butter tea.Don't think about it so much, just treat it as drinking fresh milk.

Zhang Shuhao took a sip perfunctorily, and went to play with the children again.

Li Xiaochuan chatted with the uncle in Tibetan, while Han Qi was charging his phone and watching the video he uploaded on station B a few days ago.

A few days later, Han Qi's video on Station B has become quite popular, and has already received 50 views.The main reason is that the song sung by Han Qi is more attractive, and the barrage is also concentrated on the part where Han Qi sang.

If I choose to mix singing shows, maybe I can really become popular?

After so many street concerts, Han Qi has figured out his own singing ability—in terms of skills, he is similar to most people who came out of music schools, and he is in the category of capable young people.But when it comes to voice, the current Han Qi can be regarded as an invincible player in the singing world.

After all, it is a brand-new voice. Since the day I got it, I have never eaten spicy food, never smoked cigarettes, and have not even stayed up all night.

If there is a person who can do the above, even if his talent is not good, he will sing very well after growing up to the stage of changing his voice, let alone Han Qi whose talent has been strengthened.

Seeing rows of 'voices of gods' and 'throats kissed by angels' on the barrage, Han Qi felt overwhelmed with satisfaction.

Li Xiaochuan was not as leisurely as they were, he was chatting with the old man.

This is the business.

Let's go into someone's house as a guest, one of them teases their children endlessly, and the other curls up in a corner to play with their mobile phones. Is it plausible?After all, I'm still a young man in his early twenties, with no eyesight at all, so he still has to look at me.

He saw that there were old and young in the family, but he didn't see a man, so he asked, "Daddy, where is my son?"

"My son passed away last year, and our daughter-in-law has been taking care of us."

It turned out to be a widow... Li Xiaochuan thought to himself.

The uncle added tea to Li Xiaochuan, and continued: "The road to Lhasa is not easy to walk, remember to be careful, Yela Mountain, Lawu Mountain, some mountains have snow, some mountains have ice, it is difficult to walk."

The girl came up with a few things and reprimanded her son who was playing with Zhang Shuhao.

The dishes were already on the table, and the uncle greeted Han Qi who was sitting far away: "Come here, my child, come and try this, this is a specialty of our Tibetan people."

Of course, Han Qi couldn't understand Tibetan, but Li Xiaochuan's interpreter quickly reacted. He quickly sat down and looked at the things on the table and asked:
"Is this tsampa? How do you eat it?"

There was water on the table, white butter cubes like steamed buns, and ghee.

The uncle pinched some butter and put it into clear water, then made a little ghee, and finally grabbed two handfuls of the fried tsampa and kneaded it in the prepared bowl until the tsampa was fixed and formed. The delicious food is ready.

Everyone was cooking and eating by themselves, and Han Qi imitated them for a long time but couldn't finish it, so the uncle handed the tsampa he made to Han Qi.

He didn't care if it was hygienic anymore, so he took a bite out of curiosity and wanted to taste the taste.

After eating a lot of Tibetan food, Han Qi tentatively concluded a truth, that is, eating here should not be as delicate as eating light food.Because I am not a local in the first place, and I have not developed the eating habits of local food, it will definitely feel strange to eat these things for the first time.

But the tsampa tasted good, without any strange smell.

The taste is very light, only the aroma of highland barley and a touch of milk. There may be sugar in it, which has some sweetness.

If you want to say what is more similar to him in the food you ate in the past, then Han Qi thinks it should be fried barley, and the similarity should be more than 60.00%.

A little ghee is added in it, but it doesn’t taste greasy. The role of ghee in it is only to increase the aroma of tsampa.

When the uncle saw where Han Qi was tasting it, he asked, "How do you feel?"

Han Qi looked at Li Xiaochuan.

"Daddy asks you, how does this tsampa taste?"

Han Qi nodded and said, "The taste is a bit strange, but I'm still used to it, but it feels a bit dry."

"Haha, this is to be eaten with butter tea, these two things are a perfect match..." After Li Xiaochuan finished speaking, he translated what Han Qi said to the uncle.

He was also very happy to hear that the guests liked the things he made at home, and the smile on his face never stopped.

"Where are you from?"

Li Xiaochuan pointed to himself: "I am from southern Yunnan, he is Tianfu, he is Wanwan."

The child suddenly asked Zhang Shuhao in Chinese: "Wanwan? Where is Wanwan?"

"Wanwan is just...on the other side of the sea."

Everyone laughed for a while, and chatted while eating, but it was mainly Li Xiaochuan who chatted with the uncle and aunt, and the others didn't talk much.Li Xiaochuan felt that the tsampa made by their family was delicious, and praised: "Daddy, your daughter's cooking skills are really good."

"That's what I taught, haha."

Li Xiaochuan ate another one while talking, and after savoring it for a long time, he said, "Daddy, can you teach me?"

"All right, all right, Daddy will teach you."

After the meal, Li Xiaochuan followed the uncle to the open kitchen in the corner of the living room. Han Qi followed after he had nothing to do. Only then did he know that the uncle was teaching Li Xiaochuan how to make tsampa. Can memorize the operation of the uncle by rote.

I'll make it for my mom when I get home.

And behind them, the girl who cleaned up the table subconsciously looked at her son... Originally, she wanted to see her son more, so that he would not disturb the guests.But after seeing a lot along the way, she realized that this young man from Wanwan was actually quite handsome.

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