Now Zhang Feng was dumbfounded, go up and take it, make an international joke, he will be beaten to death before he climbs up.

"Crying. ”

[The anchor's brother doesn't cry, everyone has sent a lot of gifts to compensate you. ] The audience whose ID is called Invincible Little Lori seems to be Zhang Feng's die-hard fan, and he watches Zhang Feng's live broadcast in the live broadcast room every day.

Today, Zhang Feng can be regarded as noticing his little fan fan, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "Thank you for your kind and ill-intentioned gifts, thank you for your comfort." ”

[Anchor, look at it!]

[Look at the back!]

[Paralysis, there's something strange going on!]

[Grass, it's too much!]

……

The barrage in the live broadcast room was all for Zhang Feng to look behind, Zhang Feng hurriedly turned his head to look, and the scene he saw made him a little angry, the monkey who stole his wallet actually gave his wallet to an ascetic.

"!"

Zhang Feng rolled up his sleeves and planned to go up to theorize, but stopped after taking two steps, although he was angry, Zhang Feng did not lose his mind.

The audience in the live broadcast room was waiting to see Zhang Feng rush to the theory, and when they saw Zhang Feng stop, they asked one after another.

[Anchor, why don't you go up and come back?]

[Yes, it's your thing!]

……

Zhang Feng smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it, when you go out, I'd rather mess with someone with a gun than someone with faith, and the loss is not very serious, I put all the important things in my bag!"

[That's good, anchor, are there any fakes among the dervishes?]

[Yes, how can a person of faith do such a thing?]

"People, you have to live to get closer to faith, right? Okay, today's live broadcast is here, I'm going to go shopping by myself, if there is food, I will record it, and when the time comes, I will post it on the official account, the name of the official account is Traveling with the Wind!" Zhang Feng smiled cheaply.

Many viewers strongly expressed their dissatisfaction, but Zhang Feng still pulled the gate a minute later.

"The trip has become a live broadcast, it's not interesting!" Zhang Feng shook his head and said, he decided to limit the time of the live broadcast in the future to avoid losing his original intention.

After visiting the entire Monkey Temple, looking at the pigeons in the sky and the occasional monkeys running on the ground, Zhang Feng left the Monkey Temple, and he decided not to visit the so-called scenery for the rest of the time, and concentrated on finding a food comparable to Everest steak.

After descending the mountain, he asked a rickshaw driver if he would accept US dollars, but the rickshaw driver shook his head, and Zhang Feng could only walk towards the center of the city by himself, exploring various delicacies and taking various photos.

After walking for a while, he finally found a foreign currency exchange shop, which was very informal, so the ratio was also very pitiful, but without rupees, many things could not be done, so Zhang Feng had to exchange fifty US dollars for rupees, almost more than two thousand rupees, and then took a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the place with the most delicious food in Kathmandu.

The driver drove a somewhat dilapidated taxi through the narrow alleys, avoiding people and various obstacles with extremely superb skills, which was a must, and Zhang Feng stared at the driver's hands on the steering wheel the whole time.

"This is estimated that only the bus drivers in Chang'an can compare!" Zhang Feng remembered that he was taking a bus in Chang'an and looking at the cityscape aimlessly, and the skills of the bus drivers he encountered were also extremely good.

After arriving at the place and paying the fare, Zhang Feng took headphones and played soft music, and began his journey to find food, with the only purpose, he walked through the alleys full of fragrance without direction, and saw the colorful food, Zhang Feng felt it little by little, but he didn't have the feeling that his soul was touched.

I don't know how long I walked, Zhang Feng suddenly stopped, retreated back to the alley he had just passed, smelled the fragrance and walked towards the alley, politely refused the hawker's sales pitch and an ascetic to light cinnabar on his forehead (this kind of blessing is not free, it needs to be paid).

Walking to the middle of the alley, Zhang Feng stopped and looked at the signboard on the store, which actually said that it was golden yogurt roast chicken from Mumbai!

The tantalizing aroma wafts out one after another, and inside the store, there are four "tandu" (tandoors) juxtaposed with red-hot coals.

The four tandoors, one of which reminded Zhang Feng of the jar in "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves", and the other was a simple stove made of yellow mud and cement, all of which were blazing outside.

A man was sitting on the stove picking up and putting skewers of semi-finished yogurt chickens, not afraid of the scorching heat at all, which made Zhang Feng can't help but admire, this kind of heat-resistant exercise is impossible to succeed without a certain amount of time.

Seeing the way it was made and the fragrance wafting in, Zhang Feng knew that this was what he was looking for, so he turned on the camera.

Before the person stepped into the house, the heat wave became even stronger, the smile on Zhang Feng's face became even stronger, and he greeted the middle-aged man who was roasting the roast chicken in English, fortunately the middle-aged man actually knew English, and then Zhang Feng tentatively chatted with the middle-aged man.

Knowing that the middle-aged man is from Mumbai, this golden yogurt roast chicken is a specialty of Mumbai, and the special secret sauce of spicy seasoning mixed in yogurt is directly smeared on the chicken, and then marinated for several hours before being roasted in the oven.

Nepal was relatively hot in May, and Zhang Feng hadn't stood for a few minutes, his forehead was full of sweat, so he hurriedly bought a golden yogurt roast chicken and ran into the opposite store.

In the opposite store, there were a few believers who didn't know whether it was Hindu or Sikh who were also enjoying the delicious golden yogurt roast chicken, but seeing that there were still many side dishes on the table, Zhang Feng hurriedly asked for one and bought a cup of yogurt.

Zhang Feng slowly tore open one of the pieces of roast chicken, and the scorching aroma accumulated between the muscles came to his nose, making people can't help but have an appetite.

Various angles were recorded, and there were onions and grilled buns similar to pot helmets in the side dishes, and I saw that on the other tables, a mouthful of chicken and a mouthful of onions were eaten crossed.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Feng decided to eat a mouthful of golden roast chicken with a faint milky aroma, chicken aroma, and a mixture of various spices, and tore off a piece of meat on the chicken thigh, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue were instantly detonated, and the chicken had a unique taste of yogurt, and the meat was also extremely smooth, which made people feel surprised, thinking that the grilled chicken would be dry or full of oil and water.

And this golden yogurt roast chicken does not have to worry about these two points, after swallowing the golden roast chicken, the lips and teeth are still full of the taste of yogurt and various condiments, and the taste buds are stimulated to constantly let the salivary glands secrete saliva.

"It's time for an onion!"

As soon as he closed his eyes and closed his mouth, the purple onion the size of a citrus was bitten down by Zhang Feng, and the taste of the roast chicken with yogurt was instantly washed away by the spicy and slightly sweet taste of the onion, and the taste buds beat between the two foods, making people's saliva secrete sharply.

There is no monitoring of the live camera, there is no need to worry about the image, as long as the food is not too wild.

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Feng solved this exotic food from an exotic land, licked his fingers like a primary school student with satisfaction, wiped his mouth and hands with satisfaction, drank a full cup of yogurt, and took a photo of several believers who were eating roast chicken after permission.

"Thank you, a few of you, slow to use!"

Several diners responded with a smile, and then continued to eat, while Zhang Feng walked outside, and after eating, the strength on his feet became more sufficient, and he shuttled through the streets and alleys towards the Burning Temple.

Nepalese, or Hindus, like cremation when people die.

When Zhang Feng arrived at the Burning Temple, it was already seven o'clock in Kathmandu, and the sky in Kathmandu at seven o'clock had already darkened, and before he got closer, he smelled a special smell in the air.