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Nowadays, tourism places special emphasis on the sense of ritual, especially in the Tibetan and Mongolian regions. If you book a private room and have an ordinary meal, you never know, but you may be presented with a Hada ceremony and a toast ceremony.

Toasting and serving tea are both local customs.

Having said so much about the good things about 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 spent a long time in southern Yunnan and had drunk salty milk tea there, so he knew what it tasted like.

Only Qin Xinlei took a small sip with great interest, and then her face changed immediately.

My stomach was churning and I felt so uncomfortable that all my facial features seemed to be in a tangle.

Yu Qian observed for a long time until he saw the scene he wanted to see, then he laughed out loud, picked up the exquisite cup and took a sip of milk tea. After a moment, 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. He doesn't change his expression or heartbeat. I admire him."

Chen Xing said: "It's OK."

Yu Qian pointed at the teacup and asked, "Do you know why the milk tea in these border areas is salty?"

Chen Xing must know this, as he has researched this topic before. Just as he was about to continue the conversation, Zhou Peng asked in a very skilled way:

"why?"

"Because the frontiers in ancient times were bitterly cold." Uncle Qian said, shaking his head.

When Chen Xing saw this situation, he gave up the idea of ​​explaining and decided to let Uncle Qian be the teacher.

He also listens to other people's opinions.

"You know that there is a debate over whether tofu pudding should be salty or sweet in our mainland, right?"

Zhou Peng nodded: "Of course, but in our hometown, they are all spicy, which is considered salty."

"Spicy?" Yu Qian rolled his eyes and asked, "Excuse me, little brother, where are you from?"

"Same as Chen Xing, from Sichuan Province."

"Oh, I knew it."

He talked about the tofu pudding he ate when he went to Chengdu for a performance. It was made with a lot of fresh chili peppers, soy sauce, and dried peas, and it tasted really delicious.

After talking about irrelevant things for a long time, the topic finally returned to milk tea.

"Milk tea is now more popular than tofu pudding, but there has never been a debate between salty and sweet. One reason is that it didn't exist before. The milk tea sold in cities now was only developed around the millennium and became a popular drink. It seems to have been imported into the mainland from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the beginning."

"We can probably regard these two places as the birthplace of sweet milk tea. Then Tibet and Mongolia, these two places prefer salty milk tea. People have been drinking it this way for a thousand years."

It's easy to get caught up in the rhythm when chatting with Uncle Qian. He paused here, causing many people around him to want to ask the same question.

Finally, Qin Xinlei couldn't help but ask, "Then why haven't we heard about the salty-sweet debate over milk tea?"

Yu Qian laughed twice before saying:
"It's not that there aren't any, but nowadays most people surfing the Internet are young people. Young people surfing the Internet in Mongolia are used to drinking salty milk tea, and they also like to drink milk tea with sugar, so naturally there is not as much competition for tofu pudding."

"There is another reason. Many people do not consider Mongolian salty milk tea and milk tea as the same thing. In fact, the raw materials are the same. You just add tea to milk, right? But that's the perception, so it has been difficult to attract public opinion."

Chen Xing also said:

"That makes sense. When I was in Western Xinjiang, I attended a wealthy local wedding. The ingredients were a pot of boiling milk and black tea. After scooping it up, you only need to add a little white sugar, and the taste is exactly the same as McDonald's exquisite milk tea. Without the white sugar, add sheep's tail oil and a few grains of coarse salt, it is oil tea. If you get used to that taste, oil tea actually tastes pretty good."

Zhou Peng took care of his nauseous wife for a while, and after hearing what Chen Xing said, he complained, "How can I get used to it? I just said I can drink it."

Chen Xing quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, no, in fact, Uncle Qian still didn't get to the point, and you didn't understand it either."

"Why do Mongolians like to drink salty milk tea? Because salty milk tea can enhance the efficacy of tea. There is a Mongolian saying that goes '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 used to remove greasiness and oil. If sugar is added to milk tea, the brick tea will lose its intended effect."

"Besides, the oil tea I drank in Xijiang, I don't know if it was the effect of the tea or some other dish, but it had a very good effect on nourishing the kidney and strengthening the yang."

Zhou Peng immediately became excited and said, "Tell me in detail!"

All the men in the yurt looked at Chen Xing. The Mongolian girl was not surprised and continued to pour wine for the guests. Only Qin Xinlei was a little shy. Seeing Zhou Peng so excited, she became even more shy and hit her man.

But to outsiders, it seems like she's just acting like a spoiled brat.

Men are naturally very interested in things that can enhance sexual performance, especially since Chen Xing said that the effect is super good, which means it has been verified, so they must listen to it in detail.

But Chen Xing couldn't explain it. He just felt a warm feeling in his lower abdomen that night and had a strong desire, but he didn't think too much about it at the time, and didn't ask the specific reason before leaving. Uncle Qian said with a bit of regret: "Hey, maybe it's not tea, but medicinal food? Tea doesn't have such a great effect."

Chen Xing felt a loss when he thought about it now, and sighed: "Alas, I haven't seen such a good effect 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 know that family. Why don't you go there again in the future? When you come to Beijing next time, I have hidden a lot of tiger bone wine produced in the 1980s and 1990s. You can take a bottle away when the time comes."

Chen Xing picked up the wine glass and said, "Really?"

"Really? How could the men from Beijing lie to you?" Uncle Qian patted the table and clinked his glass with Chen Xing.

"If you want to know where in the country the most authentic tiger bone wine is made, I'm afraid you can only find it in Beijing. In the 1990s, the country issued a document banning the trade of tiger bones. At that time, only a few companies in Beijing knew about it and prepared enough in advance. As for other places."

Uncle Qian didn't say anything else. He just closed his mouth and shook his head, meaning that anywhere else would not work.

The topic of men made the atmosphere in the yurt more lively. The more Yu Qian looked at Chen Xing, the closer he felt to him. After a few drinks, they started to call each other brother. Otherwise, he would not have said that he wanted to give Chen Xing a bottle of tiger bone wine. If you see this stuff being sold online now, it is 100% fake.

If you can buy the real one, then congratulations, you won’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation for a while.

Yu Qian also explained why he appeared here.

He is well-known in the circle for his love of horses. He even has 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 senior officials in Xilinhot.

The topic ranged from aphrodisiac to horse racing, and three hours passed.

Horses are a common hobby of Chen Xing and Yu Qian, and they are also the key figures in this banquet, so they talked about this topic for a long time. At the end, none of the dishes on the table were hot, but the wine was still warm.

The Mongolian girl didn't say much and just kept warming and pouring the wine.

This night was also the night Chen Xing drank the most this year. He almost fell when he stood up to go to the toilet, but he was in a good mood. When he returned to the yurt, he was humming a little song: "Wind blowing through the wilderness, please walk slower. I will use silence to tell you that I am drunk..."

But as I was humming, I noticed a bonfire in the distance. A group of tourists were gathered around the bonfire, and singing could be heard from inside.

After listening to this, Chen Xing showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

No wonder I suddenly thought of this song, it turns out someone was singing it.

For a moment, Chen Xing even forgot to go back to the private room. He stumbled towards the crowd and squeezed to the front amid the scolding. He was full of alcohol and his face was red under the light of the bonfire, but no one would tolerate this drunkard.

The singer was a female singer, holding a guitar, just a little to the left of where Chen Xing squeezed in, and the distance between them was only two meters.

At a bonfire party, there is a bonfire in the middle. No one will go to the middle to sing. Most people will sing in the crowd. Moreover, this is not an event organized by the organizer. Except for the bonfire placed by the organizer, other programs are performed by the tourists themselves.

The place had been lively for a long time when Chen Xing was drinking. Although Chen Xing missed a lot of shows, he went out to pee because he drank too much, but he heard the best song sung so far, "Ulaanbaatar Night", which seemed to be the version sung by Tan Weiwei.

"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 that you can't even hear the wind..."

"Our world has changed! Our world is looking forward to something... Our world is only left with a desert!!"

The tone is high and it is very comfortable to listen to.

No one spoke when the girl was singing. When the song ended, the onlookers immediately applauded. Chen Xing was drunk and didn't think too much. He quickly stood up and shouted, "It's not over yet, it's not over yet!"

The song still had two final sentences, and the girl was about to continue singing, but when she saw everyone applauding, she had to stop.

Chen Xing shouted loudly, but in this environment only some people around could hear it. The girl playing the guitar smiled at Chen Xing embarrassedly and waved to Chen Xing to sit down quickly. In fact, he didn't need to sing the last two sentences.

Some people in the distance saw Chen Xing standing up and thought he was going to perform, so the applause became even louder.

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 had been going on for so long, and it was the first time they had heard such a beautiful voice. Under normal circumstances, it would be no problem to give the girl time to sing a few songs alone.

But isn't there someone who wants to show off, and he's a handsome guy, so give him a chance.

Then someone shouted: "You come too!"

"come on!"

"What show are you going to do? Handsome guy!"

Everyone who is drunk knows that the thinking of an alcoholic is single-threaded. He can only handle one thing at a time, but it jumps a lot. And this single thread is not only thinking, but also hearing. Chen Xing didn't hear the shouting of these people clearly, he just felt it was noisy.

He still said the same thing: "The singing hasn't finished yet." (End of this chapter)