Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The gate of the hotel is transparent glass. In addition to the special national symbols, it also says no taking drinks. Strictly speaking, drinking is prohibited in this kind of hotel, which is a religious custom.

However, over time, in order to adapt to local life, you can also drink some wine.

But drunkenness is absolutely not allowed.

Jiang Wuchen stood at the gate of the hotel and looked back, "this old street... Interesting."

Matsushima Jixiang can't see the meaning of this shabby, bleak and lonely old street. She just follows Jiang Wuchen and whatever the man wants to do.

When I opened the door of the hotel, there was a smell of old oil stains. There was no guest in it. More than a dozen tables were empty and there was no garbage in the trash can. Obviously, not many people came to dinner this day.

At the counter, four Uygur youths with round top hats surrounded a middle-aged man. They seemed to be discussing something. When they saw Jiang Wuchen coming in, they turned around and looked.

All five people had the same look of surprise in their eyes.

"It seems that we are the first guests today." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

"Well." Matsushima Jixiang nodded faintly, and said in his heart that you can eat if you want, and I don't care if you don't want to go.

Jiang Wuchen looked at the five people with a smile on his face, "is it business?"

The four young men turned and looked at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a beard, a red face and a pair of small eyes slightly yellow, but he could still take two fine awns.

"Of course, what would you like to eat?" the man has been in Haichuan for a long time. He can hear his Haichuan dialect quite authentic, but there are still some northwest accents left.

"Big dish chicken, it is said that you are very authentic here," said Jiang Wuchen.

The man stood up. "I'll fry it myself. It's the last dinner." he said and stood up. "What else do you want to eat?"

"Roasted string, big string, Nang, must be bigger than the face."

"Ha ha, OK, in a word, that's big." the man came out of the counter with a smile.

"Uncle re atti..." the four young people still looked at him with a touch of anxiety in their eyes.

"There are guests, don't you know what to do?" the man said.

"No, uncle, I'm afraid those people will come..."

"If they come, we'll fight with them. We've been here for many years and can't be driven away like this," said an impulsive young man.

Jiang Wuchen realized that it might be a bad time to come today. I'm afraid the hotel has encountered some problems.

"Come on, call the police back, we are businessmen, business is door-to-door operation, and the customer is God." re atti said with a smile.

"Asimu, Lausanne, you go to burn charcoal and prepare kebabs."

"Kurban, Aji, you bake Nang."

"Speed up."

The middle-aged man said that in the kitchen, a beautiful girl wrapped in a headscarf put her head out, looked at the position of Jiang Wuchen and Matsushima Jixiang, and immediately retracted.

"How many strings? How many bags?"

"Twenty strings, two big kidneys, a bag, a large plate of chicken and a pot of tea," said Jiang Wuchen.

"Wait a minute," said raati, and went to the back kitchen.

A few minutes later, the woman wrapped in a headscarf came with a pot of milk tea, took out a silver cup and poured it on Jiang Wuchen and Matsushima Jixiang. The strong milk fragrance mixed with tea fragrance smelled.

"The taste is very strong," said Matsushima Jixiang, and brought it up. She has some cleanliness habits and has very high requirements for things. She never drinks this kind of milk tea similar to that on the street.

But now the smell of milk is refreshing.

"Try it," said Jiang Wuchen, holding up his glass and drinking it up. "When the weather is cold, this thing can replenish heat quickly."

"It's also very fattening," said Matsushima Jixiang. However, he took a sip gently. He felt that the taste was good, sweet, but not greasy, and there was a smell of tea.

"How did you do this?" Matsushima Jixiang asked the girl who was going to leave.

The girl survived. Her big eyes were very good-looking, with a friendly smile on her face. "It was made of fresh milk, tea bricks, butter and salt."

Jiang Wuchen said, "it's not difficult to make ingredients, but it's not easy to do well. This thing has been deeply marked with national characteristics. One side of soil and water raises another side of people. I haven't stayed on this land, and I will never understand the meaning of food itself."

Matsushima Jixiang looked at Jiang Wuchen in surprise. "You have a good view of food."

"I can't talk about my opinion, but I eat too much. To put it simply, you're not from them. Even if you tell you the ingredients, you'll never make the unique taste."

"Yes." Matsushima Jixiang nodded.

"It's like your Dongyi cuisine. I've eaten a lot. Even the lowest level chef in China can't compare with you." Jiang Wuchen said.

Matsushima Jixiang suddenly felt a little excited. Over the years, she has been used to being praised. She doesn't know how many praise words she heard, but Jiang Wuchen's simple words made her excited.

"Do you like something with national characteristics?"

"Strictly speaking, I appreciate the unique culture of each nation. Food itself is a kind of culture. No culture is isolated and single."

"Did you think so before?" Matsushima Jixiang said curiously. She found that she didn't know Jiang Wuchen at all. She just thought he was a dandy and loved culture every year.

"People's cognition is accompanied by a lifetime. From birth, they look at any problem differently at different ages, positions and identities." Jiang Wuchen said, sipping a sip of milk tea. He looked out through the window with a cold and fierce look.

"Do you know why I say this old street is interesting?"

Matsushima Jixiang shook his head.

"His charm lies in the old vicissitudes. He has witnessed the growth of a generation, no, it should be several generations, and witnessed the process of urbanization. In addition, there are some special people! Their existence makes this old street extraordinary." Jiang Wuchen said meaningfully.

"Oh?" Matsushima Jixiang frowned and said, "are you... Talking about those street women or... Middle-aged pork vendors in the tin house?"

Jiang Wuchen smiled, "you don't understand."

Not long after, twenty kebabs were delivered, and there was a burnt Nang cake.

Lausanne, who is in charge of barbecue, is very responsible and adds a small stove under the kebab with some broken charcoal inside. The roasted kebab is fragrant and oily, and the unique smell of cumin mixed with chili noodles is emitted, which makes people's appetite open immediately.

Lu Beichuan picked up one, rolled it down and ate it, "well, very good."

Lausanne's face hesitated and seemed to make a great determination, "pack up and leave here. The locomotive party will come later!!"