There is no electricity in Gesang Village, which is almost unimaginable in the 21st century; so after six o'clock in the evening, this village with only three households is completely shrouded in the shadow of the mountains, and only the slightly swaying kerosene lamp in the wooden house can illuminate it.

Bring a little life to this small village.

Zhouzhou did not wait until the next day, and lit a bonfire in the fire pit outside the house that night. After pouring the brine brought from x164 into the large hanging aluminum pot at Grandma Dama's house, the aroma of the brine soon spread

It rises.

This time when he came to Namtso, Zhou Zhou not only brought brine, but also pork belly and fine flour.

When the pork belly was put into the brine, the aroma became richer and richer. The wild wolves at the foot of Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain were already a little restless, and the howls of the wolves began to become harsh.

So Grandma Dama took out a shotgun from the wooden house, pointed it in the direction of the wolf's cry, and fired two shots.

There is no charcoal grilling pot in Tibetan homes, but as long as another iron pot is hung on the bonfire, Zhouzhou gets a simple grilling pot; using this kind of grilling pot to bake Baiji buns is more valuable to the cook.

However, as long as he met Grandma Dama’s dying husband, Zhouzhou was determined to make authentic Baiji buns.

Grandma Dama’s husband is called Ma Yongjun, a name with a strong sense of the times. Like his name, he will always remain in his era.

In his era, there were young Damas singing sweet Tibetan songs, true love that happened at the foot of Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain, and of course there were stories that happened in Chang'an... It's just that time has been so long that the stories in the city have changed.

It's a little blurry.

He once boasted to Grandma Dama about how delicious his Roujiamo was, but he never took her to eat it once.

So... Now that he is on his deathbed, he is really not selfish. He just wants to fulfill his promise before leaving this world, so that Grandma Dama can eat hot meat buns with him.

In fact, whether the taste of Roujiamo is authentic has become less important. Only the infatuated Grandma Dama will insist on going to Chang'an to find the taste of the past for her lover.

When the old man heard his inner voice intermittently, Zhou Zhou was silent for a long time. Chen Yan cried even more inhumanely. She stayed in Zhou Zhou's arms like a wronged child for a long time, until she successfully wiped the snot from her nose.

Zhou Zhou's chest twitched and left his embrace...

Regarding this innocent love that happened in the last century, Zhou Zhou thought that he should repay it with the most authentic Roujiamo.

Under Zhou Zhou's skillful techniques, each steaming steamed bun with a tiger back and a chrysanthemum heart came out of the oven... The familiar aroma of braised pork in cured sauce also quickly came out of the pot, and Zhou Zhou quickly stuffed it.

Chen Yan, who had been waiting nearby, immediately packed the two steamed buns on wooden trays and brought them to Grandpa Ma's cabin.

When he heard Grandpa Ma's loud laughter and Grandma Dama's happy voice coming from the wooden house, Zhou Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a meat bun made by himself, and took a big bite.

It smells so good, no wonder Grandpa Ma still misses this Roujiamo even on his deathbed.

...

In a patch of grass not far from the bonfire, Mei Duo quietly poked out her little head and looked at Zhou Zhou with worry in her big eyes.

The aroma of the meat buns made her reluctant to look back immediately, but when she saw Zhou Zhou, a guest from afar, Mei Duo felt unspeakably worried.

Mei Duo means flower in Tibetan, but the seventeen-year-old Mei Duo is not like a blooming flower, but more like a skinny green bamboo.

Seventeen-year-old city girls are already fully grown and about to start an unforgettable relationship, but Mei Duo looks like a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl; the biting cold wind by the Mutuo Lake wrinkled her face prematurely.

On her face, this girl even had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The collagen had long since disappeared from her face, replaced by two clusters of unhealthy plateau red.

There are no beautiful brand-name clothes to wear. The only clothing that the girl can use to keep out the cold is a worn-out sheepskin long coat that hangs down to her calves. Because this is the only coat, she has to take it off when it is hot during the day and can only wear it at night.

superior.

Mei Duo had never cared about this. She knew what the situation was like at home; her grandfather was seriously ill, and the family's savings, cattle and sheep were all thrown into the bottomless pit of the county hospital. Abba and Amma had no jobs, and no cattle or sheep.

, they can only go to distant pastures to graze for others, and often cannot return home for several months.

The family is currently supported by her and her grandmother. Her grandmother often walks dozens of miles on mountain roads to several famous scenic spots around the lake to sell her hard-earned wood carving handicrafts.

luck.

During the rainy months of July and August, if you are lucky, you will be able to collect precious matsutake mushrooms. The purchaser in the county will buy her hard-earned harvest at a low price every three to five days...

But no matter how difficult the situation was, the strong Mei Duo was never knocked down. When she saw the girls living like little princesses on the TV in the tourist attractions, Mei Duo never envied them.

She loves her grandfather and grandmother, her hard-working father and mother, this home, and even more, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees here.

The little Tibetan girl who grew up in the mountains has this tough character!

Moreover, Abba and Amma promised her that as long as she behaved well, they would bring her favorite steamed buns with milk dregs when they got their wages and went home.

When I think of the wonderful taste of steamed buns with milk residue, I want to drool. For that happy moment, no matter how much hardship I have to endure, it is worth it.

But she cares about her group.

It was the only friend she could talk to when she was in a bad mood, and also a good friend who could warm her up when she felt cold.

Tuantuan is a little sheep. This is the last lamb in the family. It was Mei Duo who begged her father and mother to keep it.

Maybe it was because Mei Duo had been hidden in her long leather robe for so long that Tuantuan felt a little stuffy, so she stretched out her head and called out "baa" twice.

Mei Duo's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly put Tuantuan back on her leather robe and prepared to escape to the grass further away.

Today she must escape with Tuantuan, otherwise the hospitable grandma will kill Tuantuan to entertain the two guests.

That male customer made delicious meat buns! Mei Duo knew that it was a good thing that her grandfather had longed for. In order to find this thing, her grandma took a train to a far away city...

The strong Tibetan girl secretly made up her mind that even if she escaped to the mountainside of Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain, even if she hid in a snow cave, she would never let those two guests eat them.

When Abba and Ama bring back the milk buns, she will share them with Tuantuan...

Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, and the system suddenly responded.

To be precise, the food story illustrated book reacted, and the hazy aperture corresponding to the wood was suddenly lit up, and a panicked little girl appeared on the screen; the little girl wearing a long leather jacket had a worried look on her face.

, the chest is bulging, as if something is hidden in it.

‘Leave your story in Namtso, please comfort this miserable Tibetan girl and make her a delicious steamed bun with milk dregs.
Chapter completed!