My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 36 Restaurant
This place has a strong religious color, and the Potala Palace is a large building integrating palaces, spiritual pagodas, Buddhist halls, monk houses, scripture halls, and courtyards.Regardless of the history he has experienced, just his appearance and his meaning in Tibet fully deserve his title of "Pearl on the Roof of the World".

If the age and historical significance of the palace are included, Han Qi can understand even if the fee for visiting is high.

When you arrive at a new place, take pictures first.

Although I don’t know why these tourists are sitting on the ground, but if you don’t participate in it, just look at them from behind, and look at the sacred Potala Palace in the distance illuminated by the setting sun, then this kind of picture is definitely a lot A rare scene in a person's life.

The Potala Palace Square is not very big, but it is crowded with people and there are many small vendors.

Han Qi found a place where there were not so many people, took out his guitar, bag and the QR code for collecting money and placed them on the ground.

"Hey, hey!" Someone yelled and ran towards Han Qi, "Singing is not allowed here, brother, go to another place!"

"what?"

The person who came was a Tibetan. Although they were wearing modern clothes, their faces easily betrayed them, and their accents were different from those in the mainland. Maybe it was the staff here?

But I clearly saw someone singing.

If there were no singers in the square with so many people, Han Qi probably wouldn't be performing on the street here, but just over 200 meters away from him, a young man was singing happily with a guitar... and no one was seen. to deal with him.

Han Qi pointed to the person singing over there, but said nothing, his eyes full of doubts.

"Oh, if you put this away, you can too." He was talking about the QR code that Han Qi put on the front of the guitar bag.

Oh.

Then I sing a fart!
slipped.

What are you doing here if you can't sing?I have looked at this square twice, and I can’t enter the Potala Palace. It’s better to find a time when I can enter the Potala Palace.As for now... it is more important to find a place to eat.

It's my birthday today, so it's not too much to eat a little more expensive, right?
When Han Qi was in Rongcheng, he felt that the travel score probably had something to do with the food, but he didn't have much money, so he hasn't eaten a few big meals until now.But today is a special day, Han Qi decided that today's dinner budget can be slightly higher.

Checked the balance.

Four thousand two.

In the past half a month to buy bicycles, buy supplies, and miscellaneous expenses along the way, all kinds of consumption made Han Qi's original money more than 1 yuan, which directly shrunk by more than half.

Let's calculate by one thousand... Han Qi thought.

But it's not good to eat so expensive alone, so ask Zhang Shuhao if he will come.

After getting into a taxi, Han Qi said, "Bakhor Street."

"Well, is the handsome guy looking for a place to eat?"

It’s not like the driver will ask this question. At this time, a large part of the people from the Potala Palace to Barkhor Street are going to eat. After all, tourists from other places come to Lhasa, and there are only a few scenic spots that they know. Unlike the locals who know many cheap and delicious restaurants.

"Yes." Han Qi said.

"Your accent should be from Tianfu, right? I'm from Neijiang, how about you?"

"Me too."

"I'm going... isn't that my hometown?" The driver turned to look at Han Qi, thinking that this young man is really handsome, "My hometown, if you want to eat well, I suggest you don't go to Barkhor Street. , shopping is fine, but the cooking is really mediocre.”

Han Qi called Zhang Shuhao and asked, "Where do you think the food is delicious?"

The driver shook his head and said, "That's what I said. You probably thought I was dragging you to get a kickback. In this way, if you say what price you want, I will recommend it to you."

When the phone was connected, Han Qi said, "Wait a minute..."

Zhang Shuhao is still sleeping now, and he was woken up by Han Qi's phone call. After hearing Han Qi's birthday dinner today, he agreed without much thought... He was worried that he didn't know where to get dinner, and this phone call was also It solved his urgent need.

After hanging up the phone, Han Qi said to the driver: "Go to the youth hostel on Tibetan Hospital Road to pick up someone first. As for the meal... it should be less than 1000 yuan. The main reason is that I just arrived in Lhasa today and it happens to be my birthday. I want to find a better environment. cafeteria."

"Oh, oh, happy birthday." The driver started the car to merge into the traffic on the road, and then said, "Then you don't need to look for it, there is a Snow God Palace here in the Potala Palace, this restaurant is very famous in Lhasa, it should be said It is the most authentic and high-end Tibetan restaurant, but it also serves Sichuan cuisine.”

"There are Sichuan dishes in the Tibetan restaurant?"

The driver laughed and said, "This question...do you know what kind of restaurants are there in Tibet?"

"I don't know." Han Qi shook his head. He knew a little about the scenic spots here, but he didn't know much about the food style in Tibet.

"There are three main types. One is our Sichuan cuisine restaurant, the other is Tibetan cuisine, and there are Nepalese restaurants. In Lhasa, there are mainly Sichuan cuisine and Tibetan cuisine. In fact, many Tibetan restaurants now sell Sichuan cuisine, unless they are small teahouses."

Han Qi listened to the driver's popular science, and nodded in understanding.

Indeed, Sichuan cuisine now occupies half of China, and you can see more or less Sichuan restaurants no matter where you are.

The driver continued: "If you want to eat some western food and desserts on your birthday, you can go around Yanjing Road. There are many tourists here. Almost every hotel restaurant will prepare western food, and there are many cake shops... "

He also introduced some Tibetan food such as sweet tea, butter tea, etc. Han Qi also listened silently, nodding in response from time to time.

Although he has eaten many of them, it is also very interesting to listen to the driver talking about the mountains. After all, when eating, he does not think about how the food is made and what is the allusion behind it.

Being the daughter of a taxi driver would probably be very happy... This thought suddenly appeared in Han Qi's mind.

After all, it is too good at telling stories.

After driving for 10 minutes, Han Qi picked up Zhang Shuhao who was standing on the side of the road.

Zhang Shuhao wore a set of clothes that he had never seen on the road, took a shower and shaved his beard. Now he looks very handsome except for being a little darker, and he is in good spirits.After all, I rode all the way here, and it is impossible to have altitude sickness in a place like Lhasa with an altitude of more than 2000.

After taking a nap, Zhang Shuhao felt that he had come back to life, and said to Han Qi after getting in the car, "Happy birthday."

"Hey, people from Wanwan." The driver heard the accent again.

"Yes, I came from Wanwan."

The driver chatted a lot, and asked curiously: "How is your place now? Is the economy okay? I went there once more than ten years ago. At that time, I felt that Wanwan was old and developed... By the way, fellow, think about it." Have you eaten somewhere? I can drive."

Han Qi recalled the few restaurants he had introduced before, and said, "Then let's go to Snow God Palace."

(End of this chapter)