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Chapter 436: Mongolian Feast

Daddy Darkyun Bilig (Wisdom), the most respected elder here, actually sent an invitation to a little baby, which was really unusual, and the fat man could see this from the looks on the faces of the two herdsmen.

"That's the best, at least the whole lamb is getting closer and closer. The fat man thought beautifully.

In front of a white yurt, Daddy Bilig stopped, and Burigood lifted the reed curtain. The fat man didn't understand the specific etiquette, so he didn't dare to enter the house, so he humbled himself.

Kiki grabbed Burigood and went inside. Burigood's little face immediately turned red, and the child entered the house, which was very rude, and I was afraid that he would be reprimanded in a while.

glanced back at his grandfather and saw that he was still smiling, so he was a little relieved.

"Don't step on the threshold. Wu Kun whispered a word to everyone, and then bent down into the yurt in turn, unexpectedly the space inside was quite large, and several people came in, but it didn't seem crowded at all.

Everyone sat on the felt, and Daddy Bilig nodded to his grandson with a silver beard in his hand: "Go and call your father and mother back, and entertain the honored guests with the most solemn etiquette of our Mongolians." ”

When Břigood ran past the fat man, the fat man habitually reached out and patted the little guy's brain. When he was backing in Shantun, basically every little baby enjoyed this kind of treatment of a fat man.

Daddy Bilig frowned suddenly, but quickly stretched. The fat man wondered a little: it seems that something is wrong, could it be that he was rude just now?

Wu Kun poked the fat man's waist and eyes, and then stood up: "Dad, Comrade Fat doesn't know the habits here, please forgive me." Then he turned to the fat man: "It is the custom of the Mongolian compatriots that they do not like to slap the top of the child's head. ”

The fat man scratched the back of his head and said twice: "It's okay, I just bathed the little guy and prayed for blessings." After speaking, he stretched out his hands, and the crystal water droplets dripped down, and Daddy Bilig immediately showed a sincere smile on his face, and nodded to the fat man again and again.

Pulling Wu Kun to sit down again, the fat man muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, I have practiced tricks for a few days before, hehe-"

"The fat man still has this hand, and I didn't see how he changed just now. Wu Kun himself is also proficient in ancient color tricks, but he didn't see the flaws, and in his heart, he became more and more eager to recruit the fat man and Qiqi into the circus.

Daddy Bilig is very talkative, and the fat man also threads the needle, and asks about some customs of the Mongolian people from time to time. In the midst of talking and laughing, a big man came in outside the yurt, followed by a Mongolian woman, and at the back was a little girl with flowers. It seems that Daddy Bilig's family has arrived.

"This is my son Battle, my daughter-in-law Uzhina (meaning Qiaonu), and my little granddaughter Qiqige (flowers). The old man introduced his family enthusiastically, while the fat man introduced his own side one by one.

Uzhna soon came over to toast, using a horn cup, looking at this posture, I am afraid that there will be two or three taels in a cup. Everyone drinks alcohol in turn according to their age.

Wu Kun is familiar with Mongolian etiquette and tells everyone the rules of drinking: the ring finger is dipped in the wine and lit three times in the direction of the sky, the earth, and the stove, and the ghosts and gods are respectfully worshipped, and then they must drink it all.

Everyone filled their drinking glasses in turn, and it was the fat man's turn, with the fat man's amount of alcohol, of course, he would not shirk it, and he drank it in a squeak. Then he clicked his lips and nodded his head again and again. I just felt that this wine was very fierce, and I drank it in my mouth. A spicy breath rushed to the throat, definitely a strong drink that belonged to men.

At this moment, Uzhna smiled and filled him with two cups, making up the number of three cups. The fat man was not polite, he drank three glasses in a row, and then shouted: "Good wine!"

"Good man. Battle also praised the Mongol toast, if you don't drink it, you look down on the master, the more you drink, the more popular it is.

When it was the turn of the big braids, the fat man saw that she was embarrassed, and was about to do it for her, but he saw that Urina had already sent the wine glass to Xiaoyu with a smile, and Xiaoyu also drank it all very boldly.

Even Little Qiqi had a decent drink, and then went to the side to play with Qiqige, and the two little girls got their heads together and were playing Galaha (sheep crutches).

The Han people in the Northeast play Galaha, in fact, they learned it from the Mongolians. It's just that the herdsmen take beef and mutton as their staple food all year round, and they get more galaha and hundreds less, not only children play, but adults also play in their spare time.

The fat man observed it carefully, and then found that it turned out that the two of them drank milk tea, not strong wine at all, no wonder.

Then it was a large square plate, full of dairy products, and a piece of white flowers, and the fat man knew the cheese, and the rest didn't know what it was.

As soon as Qiqi saw the delicious food served, he immediately came up, and asked the same question, and he patiently explained to her, and the fat man also grew up by the way: the one that was folded into a semicircle was called milk skin, cut into slices, and the white as snow was milk tofu, the yellowish cream residue, and the cream, all of which were made of mellow fresh milk, dissolved in the mouth, and full of milky flavor.

Uzhna also smeared some cream on Kiki's head, and Kiki thought it was funny, a bit like wiping a birthday cake, so she wanted to wipe it off, but was stopped by Daddy Bilig:

"Chaganyid (dairy products) are the holiest and purest food of our Mongolians, which we call 'white food', and when the guests come, if they can't bring out Chaganyid, it will make the guests laugh, and even the people look down on them. When treating children who come to the yurt, they should put milk skin or cream on their heads, which is also the most holy blessing. ”

Qiqi blinked his eyes wide: "Grandpa Wisdom, is there any red food then?"

She also heard Qiqige talk about the meaning of her grandfather's name just now, whether it was Wuyun or Bilige, it was the meaning of wisdom, so she simply called "Grandpa Wisdom".

This made Daddy Bilig excited, twisted his white beard and said: "Of course, we Mongolians call beef and mutton red food." ”

Seeing the fat man next to him, he looked straight at him: A good person is out of his mouth, there is no way.

"Okay, Uncle Fat is the best eater of meat. "The little guy is actually willing to eat it himself, but he still very cleverly puts the blame on the fat man, and the fat man can only laugh at one thing.

Even if the welcome ceremony is over, Wu Kun and they are going to choose horses, and Qiqi will go to the grassland to pick flowers under the leadership of his character, this month is the peak season of camellias.

Not to mention, although the names of the two little girls have a lot of different connotations, they are still the same when they are called: Qiqi and Qiqi are really like a pair of little sisters.

The fat man also pulled his big pigtails and went outside to find a gentle hill to sit on, looking at the snow-white sheep in the distance, smelling the fragrance of the flowers and plants around him, and his body and mind were completely integrated into nature.

A long sound of the horse-head piano came, and a long and desolate Mongolian long tune came out of the mouth of the old man Bilige, although the fat man and the big pigtail did not know the content of the lyrics, but they quickly blended into the unique grassland atmosphere.

The two of them were also fortunate to see the sunset over the grassland, and at this moment, the sky and the grassland became more vast, the smoke rose from the yurts, and the herdsmen drove their cattle and sheep back. The desert is lonely, the sun sets over the long river, this situation and this scene, only this poem is the most appropriate.

Back in the yurt, dinner is ready, with a large plate of fried rice in the middle and golden buckwheat pancakes on the side, both of which are considered staples.

The dishes are unusually rich, anyway, they are all meat, and the fat man can't name him at all, so he can only obediently listen to his character and introduce Qiqi, which can be regarded as a long knowledge.

Hand-handled meat is indispensable for herdsmen to entertain guests, and lamb chops and sheep scorpions (sheep backbones) are considered by herders to be the best places to be, with meat bones.

The fat man is not polite, he tears off a piece with his hand first, puts it in his mouth and bites it, faintly with blood, and obviously there are no peppercorns and star anise, which is a little salty.

However, the meat flavor is very fresh and tender, maintaining the original taste of mutton, and it can only be described as enjoyable.

Buzhgood used Mongolian picks to cut the tender meat on the lamb chops for Qiqi, and Mongolian picks are an indispensable tool when eating hand-handled meat.

There are many fat people who are proud, such as oxtail, which is also live meat, which is the most fragrant to eat, and sheep's hooves, which are strong to eat, and I am afraid that those with bad teeth will not be able to eat.

There was another dish, the fat man did see it for the first time, golden brown, large and large slices, apparently fried in oil, grabbed a slice and was about to eat it, but Battle pointed to a plate of sugar on the table and motioned for him to dip it.

Dip some sugar and take a bite, and suddenly feel full of fragrant, a bit like the feeling of fried fatty meat, but the taste and texture are very different, fat but not greasy, sweet and delicious.

"This is a fried hump, which is also rare. When the old man saw the fat man's small eyes squinting and enjoying it, he introduced him with a smile.

The fat man praised a few words, and then grabbed a piece of the big braid, at first the big braid was afraid that it was too greasy, but when he ate it, he found that the sweet taste was the mainstream.

"Roast the whole lamb—" Battle came up with a large plate, and a whole golden roast sheep was served, including the sheep's head.

I saw Bart first take off the head of the sheep, and then cut out large pieces of mutton horizontally on the back of the roasted whole lamb and distributed it to everyone.

The fat man picked it up and gnawed it, the skin was crispy, the mutton inside was tender, just this roasted whole sheep, this trip was worth it.

After Battle sat down, he began to pour wine, this time it was replaced by a large bowl, Wang Sanpao, the car boss and the fat man were also famous wine bags in the village, and they each drank two bowls with Battle, which was more than a catty.

The liquor was withdrawn and replaced with mare's milk wine, which was milky white and slightly transparent, and looked like it had a viscous feeling. And the wine utensils used to hold wine have also been replaced with leather bags. The fat man did not refuse, poured a big bowl again, drank it in his mouth, slightly sour, and then felt mellow and refreshing, but the taste of wine was not very big, and even the big braid drank a small bowl.

In the blink of an eye, the fat man had two small bowls of belly, and then he heard Bi Lige's father say: "The fat comrade has a lot of alcohol, and the mare's milk wine is full of stamina, which is a good product to cool off, so let's drink it slowly." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bang, and saw Xiao Qiqi lying there on all fours, his little face flushed, redder than a red apple. Qi Qige whispered: "Qiqi was noisy and hot just now, and drank half a bowl of horse ** wine——"