Chapter 75: Tracking to the Village

"That's right, can you be more specific?" As soon as Xiao Yunting heard the other party's description, he could be sure that it was the main messenger.

"No problem, you wait, I'll send you everything I find. The other party agreed happily, and after a while, a document was sent.

In addition to the sneaky photos taken, the other party also found the address and name of the hotel she rented in India.

"Did you find it?" Ruan Ruan, who had finished the live broadcast, also heard the news and walked out, asking with concern.

Xiao Yunting nodded and glanced at his watch: "It's just the right time, let's go and see if we can catch someone." ”

Without much hesitation, the two changed their clothes and rushed to the hotel at the address.

"We want to find someone, have you seen her before?" Xiao Yunting took out a photo and showed it to the front desk brother, he nodded, checked the computer but said regretfully.

"You're late, this young lady has just checked out. ”

"Can you tell me her name?" Ruan Ruan asked, but the other party shrugged helplessly.

"We can't divulge anything about our customers. ”

After receiving such a reply, Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting could only walk out of the hotel helplessly, and when they didn't know where to go, Xiao Yunting's mobile phone rang again.

"Mr. Xiao, I just detected that the person you were tracking down seemed to be driving to a small village in India, do you need the specific location of the village?"

This was undoubtedly a huge help to Xiao Yunting, he quickly nodded and agreed, and the other party quickly sent him the address.

Xiao Yunting opened the map and saw that the village was not very far, so he took Ruan Ruan into a passing car and followed the woman to the small village.

Although it was a small village, Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting got out of the car, but they were also startled by the people surrounding the village gate.

Everyone seems to be preparing for a banquet, and women dressed in Indian clothes carry jars or baskets on their heads, which are full of melons and fruits.

The men were also decorating the village barefoot, everyone had happy smiles on their faces, and the two exotic faces of Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting looked so conspicuous at the moment.

A few children in plain clothes spotted them, and instantly surrounded the two of them in the middle, and spoke Indian that Ruan Ruan did not understand.

"Do any of you speak English?" Xiao Yunting was a little suspicious that the information given by his friend was wrong, how could Xu Ningning come to such a place?

Just when he was a little confused, a middle-aged man with a turban walked up to them: "Friend, are you here to attend the banquet in our village?"

Although his English accent was very non-standard, Xiao Yunting still barely understood most of it, and also heard the kindness in his words.

"Well, yes. Ruan Ruan hurriedly responded with a smile, no matter whether he found the wrong place or not, he had to investigate it first.

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly and raised his voice to call several young people to welcome the two of them into the inner room, which was a room that had already been arranged, and the table was not only full of melons and fruits, but also some Indian food that had already been prepared.

The sweetness of melons and fruits in India is sufficient, especially for banquets, both in appearance and quality.

Ruan Ruan picked a piece of melon and took a bite, but his eyes searched around among the busy people in the house.

Xiao Yunting also took out his mobile phone and repeatedly confirmed with his friends, that is, this village is right, but no matter how you look at it, it is Indians and there are no other Chinese.

"Guests, please try this, this one is very tasty. The hospitable village chief brought a plate of things that looked like pastries, and a large portion of curry was placed in front of Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting.

"You have come from afar, and you must try the best food in our village. Without waiting for Ruan Ruan to speak, the village chief directly grabbed the cake with his hand, and the seemingly flat cake was quickly split in half in the village chief's hand.

The outside was crispy on the outside, but on the inside was the vacuum-soft inner core, and the village chief scooped another spoonful of curry into the dough and kneaded it with his hands before handing it to Ruan Soft.

"Taste!" He also made a gesture of eating, and under his enthusiastic gaze, Ruan Ruan had to take a small bite tentatively.

The fluffy bread-like texture immediately made her fall in love with the unknown soft cake, and the curry she was served was different from the one she bought at the market yesterday, and it turned out to be chicken curry.

The diced chicken is mixed in the yellow curry, and the taste is much spicier than yesterday's, and most of the juice is absorbed by the dough cake, and the soup is much thicker.

Ruan Ruan quickly finished eating one, but Xiao Yunting had always been reluctant to eat what others had made, and he took a bite of the cake, and the expression on his face was not very good.

"Are you not used to eating Indian food?" Fortunately, the village was a kind man, and after gesturing something, he turned around and went into the kitchen, and after a while he came out with a plate in his hand.

Ruan's nose was very sharp, and almost immediately he could smell the sour and spicy smell emanating from the plate, which was a smell that did not belong to Indian cuisine.

She frowned and only felt very familiar, and she was already suspicious in her heart, and after the village chief put the things on the table, she felt even more strange in her heart.

The village chief brought a plate of stir-fried pork, which is made by many people in China, but there are very few people who can really stir-fry the spicy and fragrant flavor.

The dish in the village chief's hand is not only full of color and flavor, but also faintly smells of vinegar and acidity, which is exactly the same as the stir-fried beef in her recipe.

"There was just a Chinese chef in our village, she knew that we didn't eat beef, so she replaced the meat with pork, we have tasted it, the taste is very good, you two are also Chinese, you should like it." ”

The village chief enthusiastically put the plate in front of Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting, and looked at them with a smile.

Xiao Yunting had already felt the stiffness of Ruan Ruan's body beside him, and his expression was unnaturally vigilant and staring at the dish.

"What's wrong?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"This dish is on my menu. Ruan Ruan said with certainty, she grabbed her chopsticks, picked up a slice of pork and ate it.

Although pork is much more chaithan beef, as soon as the hot and spicy taste is imported, Ruan Ruan can already confirm that it is her recipe.

"I'm already sure she's here. Ruan Ruan put down the chopsticks, this person should have made it countless times according to his recipe, and the taste was perfect.

"Can you take me to see this cook, I also cook and want to learn from her" Ruan Ruan said to the village with a deliberate look of liking it.